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We came out of the nightclub and didn't go back to the base, but went straight to the barley fields. The security drill in the barley field started yesterday, because Big Eyes brought someone to pick me up last night, so some subjects that were scheduled for last night's exercise were postponed.

When we arrived at the barley field, there was a fire drill going on. A large fire was burning in a clearing, and some militia members of the cooperative group took out the extinguishing equipment from the nearest firefighting equipment storage point to extinguish the fire, while others pursued the "rioters" with weapons. Jazz and the others wore security uniforms and held a loudspeaker to constantly guide the movements of the militia, and the whole scene looked still orderly.

The person who took the video from a high place pointed to the big eyes and said: "I took pictures of yesterday's drills and posted them on the Internet, and there are many people who like them." There are also many Chinese who have expressed a desire to move here. ”

Originally, I attached great importance to this security exercise and planned to personally participate in the command, but now I have something on my mind, and I always feel that I don't know when two missiles will fly down from the sky, and I don't feel safe anywhere. So, after a brief inspection of the barley fields, Nicol and I drove back to the base in a car, and no one saw us go directly into the bomb shelter. Although this bomb shelter was built decades ago, the "Hellfire" class missiles cannot be gnawed. If those people dared to use a ground-penetrating bomb at Lavona, I would have to admit it.

As soon as we settled into the bomb shelter, Big Four Eyes and Garand turned their wheelchairs to the bomb shelter. Garland asked in surprise: "Cake, what's wrong with the crow who is not afraid of heaven and earth?" What can scare you into hiding in a bomb shelter? ”

I gave them a rough overview of what had happened, and patted Big Four on the shoulder: "I'm sorry, I couldn't bring Ivan back." ”

Big Four-eyed shook his head: "You've done your best." Thank you. In fact, the people of the Darkeye know that one day they may die because our actions are bound to lead to death. ”

Garland said, "You're lucky, I guess the Hellfire used to hit you still used armor-piercing warheads to get you away." Hehe, it looks like you're really involved in a big conspiracy. Being able to use airplanes and missiles to kill people in the skies over the United States is by no means an ordinary organization, and it is even possible that the FBI is really an organization. But you don't know what a plot it is. ”

"Ivan said he found someone trying to carry out a coup d'état in the United States," Nicol said. ”

"A coup d'état in the United States?" Garland laughed, "It's a funny joke. Since you don't know who killed that Ivan, then you should hide in the bomb shelter for a while and listen to the wind. Things out there are me and Big Eyes, James, you can rest assured. ”

It's good to be organized, and now I can live a pig in a bomb shelter with peace of mind, no, it's a groundhog life. For half a month, I ate and slept every day, and the rest of the time I spent with Nicol doing bed exercises, but it was quite boring. Luckily, Garland connected the dugout with fiber optics, and Nicol and I could not only maintain the weapons stored in the following dugouts, but also learn about the situation outside through the TV and computer.

The situation outside is very bad. Shootings in the city have increased rapidly since automatic weapons went on sale, and Lavona is in the news with a daily shootout. This is still the reporters who dare not go deep into the slums, according to the information that Big Eyes got from the underworld, there have been turf grabbing in the slums. Militias are also becoming a cause of confusion, with white militias in some areas beginning to drive out non-European residents and Hispanic and African American militias retaliating with force. Big-eyed intelligence reports that the White Gang is encroaching on the territory of Daqitang, and the "Discipline and Honor" group is beginning to challenge the Mexican and Tequila gangs. In short, ethnic conflicts are intensifying.

In this context, the ongoing election has added fuel to the fire, with the most vocal Hispanic candidate and a black candidate pointing fingers and insulting each other, and supporters on both sides escalating in the streets from invecting each other to throwing rocks, Molotov cocktails, and then shooting at each other. In this case, the police can no longer control the situation, but it is strange that Congress is still debating whether to send 100 airborne divisions to Eastern Europe to save Ukraine.

This growing chaos has spurred more and more people to migrate to Europe and Asia. Those who can immigrate are rich and capable, and those who rely on these people for food will lose a large number of jobs when these people leave. What happens when a large number of people lose their jobs and don't receive benefits? If you think about it with your feet, you can understand that it's really a big mess.

From the perspective of modern global history, the most peaceful Chinese of all ethnic groups will certainly be the most hurt when there is a major turmoil, but this may also make Chinese Americans the most cohesive ethnic group. In fact, the Chinese have never lacked bravery, as long as the shackles in their hearts are opened and they are given opportunities, the Chinese will let other ethnic groups realize who is the real fighting nation. Therefore, I am thinking about how to organize as many Chinese Americans as possible to protect each other in this chaos based on the Barley Field community.

"If we get the security mutual aid organization in the barley field on the right track, it's about a year, right? At that time, this was a banner that attracted Chinese Americans. I thought so in my heart, but I didn't expect that reality would immediately shatter my illusions.

I was pondering whether it was time for me to sting after half a month of calm water, when the surveillance system in the bomb shelter beeped to report that someone was approaching. Nicol went to the monitoring station and said, "Garland, they brought a few people. ”

I went to the entrance of the dugout to meet Garland, and saw that the Tatars and Bernard who were at the base had also arrived, followed by four strangers. I noticed that the man who followed the Tatars walked in such a way that I had seen them somewhere, and when I thought about it, it seemed that this was how Baben walked.

With this feeling, the more I looked at that person's demeanor and steps, the more like Papen. At Garand, when they were more than ten meters away from me, I asked aloud, "Is it Papen?" What's the matter with this visit? ”

The man I recognized as Bapen stood up to my words and was stunned for a moment, and involuntarily touched his face. I noticed that his expression basically didn't change, it turned out to be under makeup.

Several of them came up to me, and Garland said, "Let's go in and say, Mr. Papen is in danger." ”

Barben is in danger? Did he defect from that organization? Otherwise, with the strength of his organization, what could threaten him?

I entered the conference room in the bomb shelter with them full of questions, and Papen was the first to ask, "Raven, is my makeup really that bad?" ”

I said, "I judge by your walking habits and demeanor." And there's no way Garland could just bring anyone here. ”

Listening to my words, Bapen breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "That's good." Raven, do you know how scared I've been these days? I didn't even expect to make it alive. ”

I asked, "You are so strong, what is there that you can't handle?" ”

As he ripped the makeup material off his face, Barben said, "The scary thing is that the people who are going to kill me are from within my organization. You know? Mr. Curtis has been killed, but I was able to escape thanks to his signal to me before he died. ”

"Who is Mr. Curtis?" I asked.

Garland explained: "Curtis is what we call a lighthouse, the Mediterranean in your mouth. ”

Oh? What's going on?