One hundred and sixty-nine Declaration of war
The number on the electronic watch on my wrist had jumped to eight o'clock, and I glanced at the surveillance footage on the entire wall, and there was nothing unusual, and there was not even a single figure on the street. Garland called on time. "What's going on now?" I didn't talk nonsense and asked directly.
"There's no situation yet," Garland said. How are you there? β
I said, "There's no movement." But just now the sentry reported more and more gunfire around him, and from here he could see people firing tracer rounds into the sky. β
Garland said: "Okay, contact me in time if there is a situation. β
I replied "yes". After hanging up the phone, he asked Big Eyes through the intercom: "Have you ever contacted Daqitang again?" β
The big eyes who were outside to check the arrangement of the support points replied, "I just asked them more than ten minutes ago." There was a lot of firefighting near their territory, but most of it was robbery and arson, and not much was found. There was no movement in the harbor either. β
I turned on the walkie-talkie channel, called Ah Kang, and asked him, "How is the ditch dug?" β
Akon replied, "There are still 200 meters to connect with the ditch to the west." Not soon, though. β
Again, I instructed, "Be on guard and don't leave too many people outside the ditch." β
I asked the security guard who operated the monitoring equipment to bring up the inside of the barley field, and I was relieved to see that many people were still busy carrying sandbags.
Since the warning was issued to all the inhabitants of the barley fields, many of them took the initiative to report to the patrol with their tools and took part in the construction of the fortifications, which greatly accelerated the construction of the wall with sandbags. From more than five o'clock, many Asians fled from the direction of the city center. They brought information that there had been shootouts between Latino and other ethnic militias, as well as police, and that the shootouts were getting bigger. Subsequently, more and more gunfire was also heard near the barley fields. Sure enough, fear was the driving force, and the news and the sound of gunfire made the people who were building the fortifications involuntarily move faster. At dinnertime, people go home and take a few bites of food and come back to work again, without any hassle. With such a working attitude, our perimeter fortifications are rapidly taking shape.
The more troublesome thing now is that there are always people who want to fence their houses with sandbags. For this reason, Uncle Biao had to constantly remind them that it was impossible to enclose all the houses inside the wall with our manpower and material resources, so we could only choose some places that could be used as support points, as long as these support points were not lost, others could not attack them, and they could also cover the evacuation of others. In this way, the work of building the fortifications can continue in an orderly manner.
The sandbag construction can be carried out by increasing manpower, and digging a trench is a bit troublesome. Because we didn't have a lot of construction machinery and even fewer people who could do this kind of heavy work, we dug only one ditch on the east side before dark. I had no choice but to dig after dark. Fortunately, the ditch on the south side is also about to be dug, and with these two ditches in the way, the pressure can be relieved in both directions.
Seeing that there was no abnormality, I glanced at the big bird sitting in the corner of the monitoring room and asked, "Is there any new news?" β
Big Bird moved the headphones on his head and patted the shoulder of a man next to him, who shook his head at him, and he said to me, "There was just a report of white militia using force against Latinos in the neighborhood. There are also more and more shootouts, and the area is expanding, but there has not yet been a large-scale attack on any place. β
At around four o'clock, Big Bird and two colleagues ran into the barley field community with their wives and children, and then more than 40 Asian police officers and their families came one after another. These policemen have been in the streets for a long time, and they are the most sensitive to the wind and grass, and they know best where the safest place is when chaos occurs, and they slip into the barley fields when they feel that the limelight is not right. Fortunately, there are many people in the barley fields who have either emigrated or moved to the East Coast, which they think is safer, and there are many vacant houses. Now we don't have to ask the owner, just open the door and arrange for someone to move in.
Of course, I can't waste that talent. The policemen were all given weapons to Big Eyes to form a mobile squad, and Big Bird was also brought in by me to listen to the communication channels of the police in the city to learn about the situation.
Just as I was about to give another order to let the drone fly to expand the search area, a girl in charge of monitoring the news suddenly reported: "Huafu has just ordered that the West Coast and the area south of North Carolina on the East Coast will be lifted at midnight and commercial navigation will resume." β
Since the dirty bomb attack, Peanut Stew has ordered a state of emergency to block the airspace, prohibiting all commercial flights, and any aircraft that takes off without an order will be shot down immediately. It's been a few days since this ban was going to be lifted, so I didn't care, just nodded my head to indicate that I understood.
At this time, the policeman who was listening with Big Bird pointed to the headset. Big Bird hurriedly put on his headset and listened for a while, looking up and saying, "A large number of Latino gatherings have been found near several airports, and police and security guards have been fired at with automatic weapons in an attempt to disperse the crowd. β
Another police officer in charge of the interception also reported: "There was an exchange of fire between a car in the vicinity of Puerto Pedro and the guards. β
These two pieces of news shook everyone's spirits, and it seems that the Mexicans have done it. I hurriedly briefed Garland on the situation, and then ordered Smith, who was standing in front of the console, to "Let the drone fly and extend the search range to four kilometers." β
Smith immediately agreed: "Okay, no problem. β
Now we have erected a signal transmission tower on the tallest building in the barley field, through which the drone can be controlled by transmitting signals. Now Smith only needs to sit on the console in the monitoring room to control the handle and let the drone patrol the community within four kilometers, so Smith is now wearing a high-profile flight jacket and sitting in front of the console, looking like a senior pilot, almost wearing a flight helmet.
Luckily, there were only a few gangsters near the barley fields, which allowed us to dig the ditch to the south. But for an hour, Big Bird kept reporting large numbers of Mexicans armed with automatic weapons and bazookas in the city; Mexicans exchanged fire with airport guards, and white militia fired; The Mexicans began attacking the police detention center. Mexicans are moving more and more, more and more unscrupulous.
At 10 o'clock, the girl in charge of monitoring the news reported: "A new radio station has appeared, and an organization calling itself the Tequila Party is broadcasting important statements. β
I motioned for her to connect the radio signal to the speaker, and immediately a male voice with a faint Spanish accent came out of the speaker: "America is a vampire with blood dripping from head to toe in every pore. The biggest victim of this vampire is Mexico! It destroys Mexico's economy with genetically modified crops through multinational corporations like Monsanto, destroys the lives of the Mexican people with drugs through the National Intelligence Agency, and keeps Mexico firmly under the control of the United States through one conspiracy after another......"
"Isn't it a contradiction that the United States is building a wall today and at the same time using various means to allow Mexican arrivals to stay in the United States and work in the cheapest jobs? No, they are deliberately creating illegal immigrants. Because illegal immigrants do not receive fair pay, the United States does not need to provide any protections. American politicians keep saying that it is Mexican illegal immigrants who have taken away Americans' jobs, but the real situation is that the entire United States conspires to plunder Mexicans and use Mexican blood and tears to support Americans' luxurious lives......"
"We couldn't take it anymore. Today, the Mexican people are once again united to take up arms, not only to regain their ancestral lands, but also to strike a severe blow at US imperialism......"
Tequila Party? Is it the Tequila Gang?
This is an official declaration of war. It seems that this agave party is not as simple as ordinary drug dealers. It reminds me of Pablo, the head of the drug cartel in MedellΓn, Colombia. Escobar, who once said, "The Colombian people have finally taken up a powerful weapon against US imperialism, and we are not responsible for the 25 million drug addicts in American society." β
The United States has really pulled a lot of hatred. But this has nothing to do with me, I care about how to get through the crisis in front of me. Judging from the name alone, the Tequila Party is more difficult to deal with than the Tequila Gang. Gangs are mostly maintained by interests, but parties are built on common ideals. A team with ideals will generally have a stronger combat effectiveness than a team that gathers purely by profit. It seems that a tough battle is basically certain.
I called Garland's phone to ask Hanks if he knew about the tequila party, but Garland's phone was busy. I had to hang up the phone and prepare to call the base's monitoring room, Garand must be there. But as soon as the phone hung up, Garand's call came in, and after connecting, Garand asked, "Your phone is always busy?" β
I said, "I was dialing your number." β
Garland laughed twice and said, "The situation is a little strange now. Did you just listen to a tequila party manifesto? β
"That's why I want to ask the mole in the dugout." The National Intelligence Agency (NIA) has been listening to the world, so none of us will mention Hanks or Papen, as long as we talk about moles, everyone will understand, because Hanks has been nesting in bomb shelters.
Garland said, "The mole said he could be sure that the person who made the declaration was the leader of the Tequila Gang. The mole was bewildered by the man's behavior. β