Chapter 129 Turning the corner
In the end, Jack settled for dinner at a Mexican restaurant. The gravy tacos and Sonoran hot dogs here tasted okay, but he was the one who liked Mexicans so much in addition to chili. Unexpected.
Considering that most of the southern states border Mexico, it is estimated that he will continue to be attacked by cilantro in the future.
After a wonderful night's sleep in the hotel, Jack first renewed his room for one night, and then drove to the northern suburbs of Tucson. There is a peculiar building complex here, consisting of several steel structures of different shapes. It is composed of glass buildings, like an oversized glass greenhouse.
This is the so-called 'Biosphere II' of the Earth-rebuilding experiment that has been exaggerated by countless street literature and marketing accounts.
Just like the world that Jack came from, this world's 'Biosphere II' also failed. It is now owned by the University of Arizona and is used as an ecological research and teaching base. It is also a good tourist attraction.
In his opinion, this large greenhouse covering an area of 13,000 square meters is a relatively meaningful small "wonder". Like the moon landing project, it can represent the gold in a certain sense. The beautiful country of the period.
After spending two hours visiting the man-made environment in Biosphere II, Jack, who had satisfied his childhood fantasy, drove to the southeastern suburbs of Tucson.
The next step was to fulfill his youthful dream, to watch airplanes.
This is a large apron covering an area of 12 square kilometers, with more than 20,000 aircraft placed inside, from B-17 Flying Fortress to F-117 to F-14. It is also the largest in the world. The only aircraft graveyard.
Jack spent a whole day here and was so addicted that he reluctantly returned to Tucson until dark.
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After setting off from Tucson again, Jack spent a day arriving at Las Cruces, a small city in New Mexico. After a night's rest, he continued on, but this time he left Interstate 10 and headed north, onto Highway 54.
Ahead is the place where the world's first nuclear weapon exploded, the city of Alamogordo. Of course, Jack has no feelings about the two bombs and one satellite in the beautiful country. He came here because he wanted to pass through Lincoln on Highway 54. National Forest, head to Roswell, a small town famous for UFOs.
In fact, he doesn't have much interest in aliens. He just wants to satisfy his childhood dream and bring back some alien souvenirs as gifts to his friends in LA. After all, even Americans who like to take vacations usually don't run away. Come to a shitty place like New Mexico.
As a result, less than 20 minutes after leaving Alamogordo, there was a situation on the road ahead.
"Hey, man, what happened up front?"
After waiting for almost an hour, Jack got out of the car and walked a short way forward, looking for the same place. The truck driver who was stuck on the road inquired about the situation. Most of the large trucks in the beautiful country were equipped with radios for dispatching and chatting to relieve boredom when running long distances. They learned more timely and detailed information about road conditions.
“The train derailed five kilometers ahead and chemicals flowed everywhere.”
Although the driver driving Optimus Prime looked helpless, he could tell that he was somewhat used to it.
“Do you know how long we have to wait?”
Jack is a little confused. This place is in the middle of nowhere and there is still nearly 200 kilometers away from Roswell. Do we want to go there? Can't run back?
"Stop talking for a few hours. Are you in a hurry?" This somewhat slovenly truck driver turned out to be surprisingly warm-hearted.
"Your car looks good. You can drive more than ten kilometers back. There is a small road there that can detour onto Highway 380."
"Thanks, man." Jack went back to the car and got two bottles. Mineral water, a small bag of bread and oranges were handed to the truck driver.
"Be careful when crossing the forest path. I heard it is not very safe there."
The enthusiastic truck driver leaned half of his body out of the cab and warned loudly.
"Okay, thank you again." Jack waved to him, returned to the car, turned around and drove back.
Sure enough, a few minutes after driving back, he saw a dirt road appearing in front of him. He stopped at the intersection, turned on his mobile phone and looked at the electronic map. It was very good. There was no signal or network on the mobile phone, and even the GPS signal was non-existent. This trail is not marked on the offline map at all.
Along the way, he had a deep understanding of how bad the infrastructure in the United States was. As for the mobile phone network alone, once he left the town, the signal quality was comparable to those in Reese, where people were forced to tear down signal towers. Not as good as anything.
Sighing, Jack put on the hidden FK7.5 together with the new armpit holster Hannah made for him, put on a thin coat to barely cover it up, and then put on the three spare All the magazines were inserted into the belt buckle. After thinking for a while, he stuffed both boxes of ammunition into the mountaineering bag on the back seat.
You can’t really blame him for being a coward. Although he is afraid of watching horror movies and has never tried any of them, there are so many American road horror movies that are famous. It is inevitable that he will scan a few of them when browsing video websites. Movie editing, if you encounter any of them this time, you must be prepared to convince others with your virtue.
Putting down the handbrake, Jack drove the Firebird and started again. This time he controlled the speed at about 45 kilometers per hour, not daring to go too fast, and carefully observed the surrounding situation along the way.
Five minutes later, a dilapidated tin house appeared in front, with an old trailer parked behind the house. Jack stopped the car and looked to the right. This thing might be a gas station, right?
There is a gas pump that is almost unrecognizable due to rust near the roadside. An old man who looks as dirty and shabby as this place is sitting at the door of the iron house, opening his mouth with only a few rotten teeth. Smiling weirdly at him.
Jack did not get out of the car, but just looked around and continued on the road. His gas tank had just been filled up, and there were two barrels of spare gasoline in the trunk, which was enough for him to run from here to Texas.
After driving forward for more than ten minutes, a fork in the road appeared in front of him. There was not even a road sign in this damn place. Jack got out of the car and looked around. To be honest, at this time, he already regretted running around. On the way.
He's not worried about those perverted killers. If there's a chainsaw massacre, it can be done with one shot. If it doesn't work, he can just shoot the enemy again. The main thing is to worry about his own damn sequelae. The question is, if you are frightened into an explosive state, do you really have to rely on LOL to solve the problem afterwards? .
The ruts on the dirt road on the left looked fresher, so Jack decided to go to the left as well. If he could meet someone, he might be able to ask for directions or something.
Continuing to maintain a low speed, Jack drove leisurely on the dirt road in the forest. As he went deeper into the forest, the dense tree canopy began to block the sun, and the surrounding temperature gradually dropped from the hot 30 to 40 degrees. It's over 20 degrees, and the cool mountain breeze blowing through the forest is refreshing.
Looking for a counting ticket?
(End of this chapter)