Garland spoke to me on the radio in an unusually calm and unemotional voice. This had never happened before, and I guess something really happened and even Garland was scared. I didn't dare to slack off, and immediately drove to the base.

Now the city is completely quiet, and you can't even hear a few birds. Everything that people can run is gone, and those who can't run are almost dead. Of course, there may be a handful of people who may be hiding deep underground in their homes to withstand a nuclear attack, but these people may not dare to return to the surface now. So we don't have to worry about someone jumping out of somewhere to shoot me. I drove an electric car at a speed of 120 pulses, crushing the carcasses of birds and rats running around the street in just over 20 minutes to reach the base.

Garland led me to the infirmary's isolation ward, where he saw Cardoso, who had just lost his last breath. Although Cardoso had a late onset and we have found a way to save at least half of the patients' lives by using a large number of corticosteroids combined with traditional Chinese medicine, Cardoso lost a lot of blood from his previous injuries and was too weak to support it.

Garland took me to his office, closed the door, and listened to me a recording of Cardoso before he died. At the beginning of the recording, Cardoso says that he is the real Carlos, and that the Carlos who was killed by the missile is just his stand-in. Then he told the story of how a young man borrowed the power of the enemy.

Carlos may have been Cardoso, whose father was a Mexican farmer who had to join a gang to get involved in drug trafficking for a living because he was bankrupt and was killed in a shootout. After that, Cardoso took on the responsibility of supporting your family, but it was difficult to make a living, and he had to join a drug trafficking gang. The young Cardoso's sharp mind quickly set up his own sect, which made him a powerful force to act as an agent of this power.

This helped him organize his supply, expand his gangs, and steal business from the big gangs, and soon the Tequila gang went from being an obscure small gang to a prominent figure among Mexico's many drug gangs. But soon the Tequila Gang was dealt the hardest blow by the National Intelligence Agency, and Carlos thought that he would soon be eliminated, but the forces behind him caused the agents of the National Intelligence Agency to suffer heavy losses. It was only then that Carlos realized that the purpose of the forces behind him was to destroy the source of funds for the International Intelligence Agency. The National Intelligence Agency is not easy to mess with, and Carlos begins to look for a stand-in at this time, and the stand-in becomes Carlos after plastic surgery, and Carlos appears as Carlos's henchman Cardoso after plastic surgery.

Here Carlos explains that he did not use a double for fear of death, but to complete his revenge. Carlos believed that the misfortune of his family, the misfortune of Mexico as a whole, was caused by the greed of the American capitalists, and that he wanted revenge. But the United States is so powerful that Carlos knows that relying on ordinary means will not achieve the end at all, but the forces behind him provide him with an opportunity to weaken the forces of the National Intelligence Agency and the FBI. He devised a plan to create a war in the United States, for which he did not hesitate to sacrifice himself and numerous Mexicans.

After telling how he had used his power to complete his preparations, Carlos said something even more surprising. He still has a trump card that has not been played, that is, three cruise missiles with nuclear warheads, and cruise missiles stolen from US military bases in South Korea and Japan, the kind on combat readiness duty, ready to be launched at any time. Carlos wanted to use these three warheads as bargaining chips in exchange for land in one or two states, but he did not expect the Japanese to preemptively launch a dirty bomb attack to disrupt his plan. When Carlos finally wanted to use the three warheads, he was wounded by the militia. Morales and others were carried to our base.

Now the last people who followed Carlos were sick, and when Carlos was dying, he found that there was no one to use and handed us what he had in his possession. Important things are stored in a mobile hard drive, which not only contains the location of the missile, the launch password, and the operation method, but also has a number of account records. These accounts are all newly opened, with a total value of tens of billions of RMB, most of which are money dug up by the Tequila Gang from the captive wealthy, which is the money that Carlos prepared for his establishment of a country in Western Nevada and other places. Now Carlos has left all these things to us, and has succeeded in encouraging the ambition of Garland and others, that is, to break away from the United States and build a country of his own.

But it's not an easy thing to do, so we have to keep a low profile right now. Garland and I don't say anything about Carlos' legacy, and we do whatever we need to do.

Luckily, we found that people who had caught a cold were immune to the biological weapons this time, and we began to move around with confidence and boldness at a time when the entire American continent was in a catastrophe. We found fishing boats and went out to sea to fish to replenish food. Engineers found high-power radios from telecommunications companies and museums, and we hurriedly sent a telegram in Morse code to request assistance, as the threat of the plague began to emerge and rats began to spread.

Mice can conceive up to 7 or 8 litters a year, and can give birth to four to seven cubs at a time. The sudden disaster swept away the people of the city, leaving plenty of room for the rats. People can't find food, but for rats there is plenty of food, and no more humans put rodenticide, the number of rats has exploded exponentially, and the shadow of rats can be seen everywhere in single-family houses, office buildings and even on the streets. Newborn rats are already not even afraid of people.

In order to get food, we ventured out into trucks to the Central Valley agricultural area. It has also been overrun by rats, and the crops and fruit trees have been destroyed by rats and have lost their usefulness, and we have no choice but to return because we are more dependent on fishing for our food sources.

In order to get rid of the rats, we had to set fires around the community to burn the houses that were uninhabited to the ground, so that the houses did not become a nest for rats, and at the same time burned the corpses inside. Rodent eradication is a laborious task, and we have to make chemical weapons out of chemicals from chemical plants and laboratories. We also searched the numerous land, sea and air bases around the city, and although the warehouses at these bases were empty long before the Civil War, we found something useful. Using the spreaders we obtained from the military base, we unleashed chemical weapons around the perimeter and killed tens of thousands of rats.

But rats are so tenacious that they will continue to appear as long as there are plenty of things in the city that can be used as food. Our daily lives are all about getting food, dealing with rats and fighting diseases. The pressure is so great that I feel like I can't live anymore after a long time. But the officials in Hawaii did not provide any help, but did not allow other countries to provide any assistance on the grounds that they did not allow interference in sovereignty, which is the rhythm that wants us to die.

They did this in such a way that some lawyers suggested that if we left the United States, we could get assistance from other countries as a country. After two months of fermentation, the matter of secession from the United States was put on the table.