On the beach of Santa Monica in Los Angeles, under a sun umbrella, Schiller picked up a coconut, took a sip of coconut water, then shook his head and said, "This coconut is not even as good as the ...... on the island."

"These are fast-growing commercial coconut trees, not even native to Los Angeles, and they certainly don't taste good." Hal also said as he lay on the chaise longue with a coconut in his arms.

Lying on the beach, blowing the sea breeze and watching the waves, it was indeed very relaxing, but after a short stay, Schiller stood up and said, "An old friend asked me to dinner, are you going?" ”

"No, I'm going to wait for the beach party in the evening, the beach party in Los Angeles is famous, don't you want to wait?"

"I'm not interested in the loud pop music." With that, Schiller stood up, turned and left, drank the coconut, threw it in the trash, and drove to a family-friendly seafood restaurant in Santa Monica.

When he entered the restaurant, he gave his reservation number, and the waiter greeted him to his seat very warmly, and after he waited there for a while, another figure walked in.

Clark took off the bag he was carrying, sat down on the seat across from him, and said, "Professor, I'm sorry I'm a little late." ”

"Nothing, let's order." After Schiller finished speaking, he beckoned to the waiter, and after asking for the menu, the two ordered a lot of seafood dishes with Los Angeles specialties.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I shouldn't have bothered you with your vacation, but I'm a little bothered...... Well, if you don't want to listen to it, it's okay, just take me for a trip. Clark looked at the restaurant, which had a West Coast feel he had never seen before.

And when the dish was served, he was attracted by the strong aroma, Clark sniffed, and saw Schiller pick up the knife and fork, and then he picked up the cutlery and began to prepare the meal.

"I was a little surprised that you came to me, after all, it's supposed to be the time for the track and field team, right? Don't you need to train? Schiller asked as he peeled the shrimp from his plate with a fork and ate them.

"Originally, I was training, but suddenly a strange group of people approached me, and they said, they want me to solve a crisis and save America." Clark sighed and said with a sad face: "I thought they were liars, so I was very angry and kicked them out, who knew that they were really the CIA." ”

"I was a little sorry for hurting them the first time, so they invited me to dinner, and I agreed, and they booked a fancy restaurant, which made me a little overwhelmed, and it was the most sad meal I've ever had......" Clark's eyes were full of confusion, and he wrote almost all his emotions on his face.

I have to admit that Schiller really likes such a patient, he doesn't have to say anything at all, he doesn't even need to ask, Clark will explain everything clearly in one go, and even explain his own mental journey clearly.

"During the meal, they mentioned the massacre that took place in a Mexican village...... Clarke's eyes became more angry, he said: "I read the previous report, and when I saw the pictures, I was really angry, I didn't understand how there could be such cruel people." ”

"At the same time, I sympathized with the villagers who were slaughtered and wanted to help them, and the CIA approached me and told me that they had found the perpetrators of the massacre, but because they were cunning, the CIA couldn't deal with them......" Clark's expression began to become a little tangled again, as if he felt that what the CIA said was ridiculous.

"They say that only I can deal with those evil executioners, and they want me to go to Mexico to save the villagers who are in danger of being slaughtered, and also to save the whole of Mexico and the United States......"

Clark sighed deeply and said, "Batcat told me that they were complete nonsense, he said that these CIA agents have a bad logic and can't even make up nonsense, but ......"

Clark was a little frustrated, repeating the action of cutting food, and he said, "Well, I know, I'm not as smart as the bat cats, and when they tell me about it, I still care more about the innocent villagers." ”

"I know that they are trying to use my powers, maybe even to achieve some evil ends, and I know that the most sensible thing to do is to ignore them completely, but I am just a little ...... I felt that if I didn't, it would be too cold and unforgiving. Clark had lost his appetite at all, and he put the dishes down and stared at the seafood feast on the table, having no appetite, as he had felt hungry a few minutes earlier.

Schiller observed Clark, and he felt that Clark's moral bottom line was a bit too high, and it could not be said to be the result of family education, and it must have something to do with himself.

He wants to help everyone he can, and if he doesn't, he feels like it's his fault, but even Superman is only 24 hours a day, and he's not omniscient, so there's always something he can't help.

The people he didn't help might not know that Superman existed, so they wouldn't resent Clark, but Clark always fantasized for no reason that if he didn't help these people, they would suffer a greater tragedy because of his negligence and omission.

The core of this kind of thinking is actually an evolution of victimization paranoia, that is, for things that have not yet happened that may cause anxiety, overestimating their consequences, and then inflicting this illusory consequences and possible harm on oneself in advance.

The mental strength of humanity is destined to be impossible to bear the anxiety of the present and the future at the same time, and Clark is in this state now, even if he knows that the CIA is not at all uneasy, but once he thinks that if he does not go, more villagers will be slaughtered, he will feel very painful.

"So, do you want to go?" Schiller asked.

"My sanity is telling me that things may not be what they say they are at all, that they let me go, completely out of bad intentions, and that they want to take advantage of me, so I shouldn't go." Clark frowned, his expression pained, his rational and emotional emotions tangled up in his mind, leaving him unable to judge what to do.

"There's so much uncertainty in your heart, you're not sure if what they're saying is true, you're not sure what the villagers are doing, you're not sure what's going on on that continent, you're not sure what you're going to see when you go......" Schiller tapped the plate with his fork to draw Clark's attention, and then pointed to a plate of grilled fish in front of him.

"What do you think of this dish?"

"I think...... Well, it's okay, the fish should be quite fresh, but I don't really like this practice, the peppers are a bit too much. Clark replied somewhat absent-mindedly, not knowing why Schiller was asking such a question.

"You saw the dish being served, you saw its color, you smelled its fragrance, you tasted it, based on these facts, you made a positive judgment, in the process, did you feel entangled?"

Clark thought seriously for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, it's not difficult, it's just a dish." ”

"What you're doing right now is the equivalent of you not seeing the dish, not smelling it, not tasting it, you don't do anything, you just sit there out of thin air, and you feel miserable that you can't give a judgment." Schiller took a piece of grilled fish, put it in front of him and looked at it, and then said:

"But the truth is, if you haven't tasted it, you can't judge, and God is the same, no one can judge something they've never seen, heard, or tried, can they?" Schiller looked at Clark.

"So, should I see, listen, try? But even if I have these facts, am I necessarily right? Clark asked.

"That's another question, these facts will give people confidence, they will have confidence in their own judgment, if you still don't feel confident after collecting all the facts, maybe there is something wrong with your mentality, what do you think?"

Clark thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said, "If an ordinary person misjudges, then he may at best mess up a job, or make a mess, or at worst go to jail." ”

"But if I make a mistake in judgment, I can kill a lot of people, or even destroy a country, maybe ...... Maybe it could destroy the planet, I don't know, I can't imagine it at all......" Clark pursed his lips, his expression had been a little worried, and he had hovered back to the edge of anxiety.

"It seems that you have a deep understanding of the difference in strength between you and ordinary people, you feel that you are an outlier, you want to integrate into human society by helping others, but you are afraid of the bad consequences that may arise after making mistakes, so you dare not judge at all......"

Schiller said as if talking to himself, Clark's problem is still quite troublesome, a lion living in a colony of ants, because of the difference in physical existence, it is difficult to solve all similar problems through simple psychotherapy.

"There is only one piece of advice I can give you, that is, whether you can make an accurate judgment after collecting the facts, it is better to collect the facts first, seeing is believing, maybe after reading it, you will have a different idea." After Schiller finished speaking, he put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth.

Clark sat down and took a deep breath, he was very good at listening to other people's advice, since Schiller had said so, he decided that it would be better to go to Mexico first, anyway, it was just a matter of flying for a short time for him.

The Mexican government and the CIA have not thought of using air power to search for the people who are a big headache for them.

However, the man in the lead did not know who he was instructed to, and the underground work he carried out was really underground work, which was underground in Mexico.

As mentioned before, Guadalajara, the boss of the drug trafficking organization, Gallardo, once annoyed Congress and the CIA with a case of torture and murder of agents, and the entire organization was greatly suppressed.

At this time, another famous drug lord was emerging, that is, "Shorty" Guzmán, this drug lord is much bigger than Gallardo, but he is indeed a member of the former Guadalajara group.

Guadalajara is running out of steam, and a new organization is emerging, and Guzmán is able to dominate not only because of his intelligence and tactfulness, but also because of his clarity of thought.

His way of selling drugs is different from everyone else, he doesn't go by water, he goes by land.

Many people know that although drug trafficking at sea is very profitable, it is also very risky, and once it is blocked, the entire cargo will capsize in an instant.

The drugs made in Mexico are not so tightly packaged, and once they are thrown into the sea, there is no chance of salvage, which is equivalent to the ship's goods being lost.

During the war on drugs, the CIA and the U.S. Navy seized on this point, as long as the drug dealer's ship was caught, it didn't matter whether it killed or not, the goods would definitely be dumped into the sea.

After doing this several times, no matter how big the family is, it will not be able to withstand it, and Guadalajara will collapse, and there are also reasons why it cannot be supported economically.

And Guzmán, he directly gave up transportation from the sea and switched to land transportation, however, the customs on land is not vegetarian, the human body is inefficient in transporting drugs, and it is not suitable for the transportation of bulk goods.

The new method Guzmán found was to dig tunnels.

Of course, in the distant East, this is not a new trend, but in the South American continent, the use of underground tunnels to sell drugs is still quite new.

Guzmán dug an underground passage in San Diego to transport a large amount of drugs to the United States, which has been verified, and after he was arrested, he escaped from prison in the same way, that is, his drug trafficking team dug a tunnel that led to the prison and rescued him.

This veritable gopher once caused a lot of headaches for the U.S. government, and this authentic method is a slow return on investment in the early stage, but once it is built, it is very difficult to deal with.

Of course, in the first half of 1989, the dwarf Guzmán had not yet begun to exert his strength, and the tunnels in San Diego had not yet been dug up, but in every country where agriculture was the main industry, the cellar was an indispensable storage equipment, and the labor wisdom of the peasants could not be underestimated.

In fact, Oliver did not expect that his development of this sports would go so smoothly, at the beginning, he himself was ignorant, but with a sense of guilt, he wanted to compensate the farmers who were hurt by the drug trafficking business of the Quinn Group.

In the beginning, he was very unfluent in Spanish, and could only communicate with English and sign language, but Oliver was also very smart and learned the language very quickly, learning only the most important words and passing them on to the farmers he knew.

But what I didn't expect was that the farmers of Sinaloa could be said to be angry, and when Oliver first said the phrase "violence is the only means", it was like a long-suppressed emotion finally exploded, and they all began to curse in Spanish, and then decided to join the movement.

Later, Oliver learned that this was also related to the recent policies of the Mexican government and the situation on the ground.

Prior to this, the Mexican government had capital controls, that is, foreign capital could not enter Mexico at will, but in 1989, that is, this year, the Mexican government lifted capital controls, and a large amount of foreign capital poured into the country, including many short-term speculative investments.

Anyone with a slight knowledge of economics should know that foreign investment will cover the current-account deficit and increase the value of the country's currency, but once it increases, the competitiveness of Mexico's exports will be weakened.

With foreign investment, the Mexican government underestimates the risks of a current-account deficit, which leads to a larger deficit, which requires more foreign capital and makes exports less competitive.

A current account deficit as a percentage of GDP can lead to a terrible crash, as history has proven, with the Mexican economic crisis sweeping the world in 1994.

When capital controls were first relaxed, the first thing to be hit was agriculture, a pillar industry in the local area, and when foreign capital entered the country, in addition to investing in existing industries, the first demand was land, and farmers were land-oriented.

Not to mention, the Mexican government simply does not have the level to regulate all foreign investment, the first farmer Oliver knew, his land was sold, but he himself was completely unaware, and the factory he built was an empty shell, it did not open at all, and it did not provide any jobs, so he and his wife were unemployed.

The same is true of the fact that he has gone elsewhere to make a living, where displaced farmers are everywhere and workers who have formal jobs are in a similar situation, where local businesses have been squeezed out of their livelihood and foreign companies have not provided them with better jobs.

Oliver found that these people had not read the theory, but they had learned from their own experiences that violence was the only way to deal with this situation.

The theories and wisdom that Oliver brought with them made up for the last shortcoming, and so, the peasant and workers' movement in Mexico began vigorously.

However, at this time, Oliver was not Green Arrow, he had only been on the desert island for a few months, not years, and his martial arts had not yet been honed very well, although with the advantage of underground passages and local familiarity, he was able to temporarily achieve a tactical victory, but soon, the situation became difficult.

The U.S. government, the Mexican government, and even the drug traffickers have all joined forces to suppress them, and the lack of force is the most important problem, Oliver has almost ruined those books, but the theories he has read tell him that there is no future in copying them, and he must find a way out on his own.

But at this moment, Clarke, who wants to gather facts, arrives here.

Again, Clark is not stupid at all, he is very smart, smarter than everyone in this world.

He only had to carefully observe the state of life of each person from heaven, and then he could come to the conclusion that the revolt of the peasants and workers was normal and natural, and that anyone in such an environment should revolt.

After coming to this conclusion, of course, Clark wanted to help them, but he knew that killing all the drug dealers would solve the problem, so he began to look for a better way, and it was at this point that he discovered the strange activity and the underground organization.

When Oliver and Clark got together, the two of them were really fellow countrymen, and when they asked, you were arranged by Schiller, and I was also arranged by Schiller, so what else is there to say? Let's keep it down.

Clark's arrival has made up for the deadliest strength problem, flying, clairvoyance, infinite power, and the ability of the eye to emit heat rays, even if he is a scout, he has already taken advantage of it.

In an instant, the situation was reversed, and Oliver's side became the side of the march, and at the same time, more locals who had suffered greatly joined in, and the movement grew hotter and stronger.

Unsurprisingly, Congress panicked.

"What? Remove all surveillance personnel and devote all of them to Mexico??? Is Congress Crazy??? Kayla whispered into the other end of the phone, "There are more than 300 important surveillance targets on the entire East Coast, and if they are all removed, what will happen to our intelligence at this stage?" ”

"Intelligence? Without Mexico, the next one is the United States, and without the United States, what's the use of asking for intelligence? The voice on the other end of the phone was indifferent, and he said: "We have activated the highest level of emergency preparation, even many of Moscow's manpower has been withdrawn, do you think that the metropolis is more important than Moscow?" ”

"The men of Moscow have been withdrawn??!

！ Kayla said incredulously, "What about the congress and the inauguration ceremony in a few days?" Don't need someone to stare at it?? ”

"The big picture is decided." The person on the other side spat out a few words without emotion, and he said: "We have done all the work, and if it weren't for the accident in Mexico, now, the war is over." ”

Kayla took a deep breath and said, "...... I'll arrange it right away. ”

She hung up the phone, closed her eyes, and muttered to herself, "The big picture is decided...... Yes, the big picture is decided. ”

"The big picture is decided?"

Another laughing voice, blown away in the West Coast wind, slowly disappeared without a trace.

On May 25, 1989, the First Plenum of the Soviet Union was held, and Mikhail Sergeyevich Gorbachev was elected Chairman of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR.

On May 26, 1989, gunfire rang out in the Kremlin, and Gorbachev was assassinated, shot in the head, and killed instantly.