Chapter 10, Crazy Farm
What is life like as a farmer in the United States? Blue sky, snow-capped mountains, green fields, and endless green pastures?
Do you want to drive huge agricultural machinery to cultivate crops without any effort at all? Want to go hunting, ride a horse, or have a barbecue? Laid back and comfortable?
There is no need to worry about commuting traffic jams and clocking in at work, and there is no need to look at the stinky look on the boss's face, and there is no need to worry about the intrigues among colleagues for promotion. You can enjoy the fresh air and warm sunshine every day. When the afternoon comes, take a nap on the warm haystack?
Um! Maybe you can also shop around and find a way to pick up a wild west cowgirl with wheat-colored skin and a toned body?
Comrade Chen Ping, a former Chinese American soldier who moved to Texas, or a visitor from another world, hereby solemnly says that you are all too naive!
His career as a Texas rancher in the Marvel world is just like being in Afghanistan! You have to face sandstorms and flying bullets all day long!
Um? how so? It seems that opening a farm in Afghanistan or Somalia is nothing more than that, right?
This is a long story. About a year ago, when Chen Ping finally got through his long military career and retired from the battlefield in the Middle East and returned to China, he was deceived by some "local novels" before time travel and was seduced by a salesperson from an agency company. He actually spent all his savings to buy a 3,000-acre farm in Texas at a super low price, thinking he had gotten a big deal.
However, when Chen Ping excitedly took the land deed to the other side and took a look, he realized that "cheap goods are not good" is an eternal and universal truth.
First, the farm he bought was located in the far west of Texas, on the border on the north bank of the Rio Grande River. This place is close to the Chihuahuan Desert in Mexico. The soil is barren, the climate is dry, and irrigation water is difficult. Cacti grow far more vigorously than crops... Of course, the modern world's advanced agricultural technology is far beyond the ancients. In semi-arid climate areas, Growing crops is not too difficult.
But the real trouble is that Chen Ping's farm is close to the border, opposite Mexico's famous crime capital, Juarez City!
When you think of the country Mexico, what are the basic elements that come to mind?
Well, probably desert, cacti, sombrero, hot sauce and tequila...
The above elements do exist in Mexico, but in addition, it has been rich in thieves and violent elements of all kinds since ancient times. The legendary thief Zorro, who likes to give his enemies "Z" scars, can also be said to be one of the representatives. In the modern world, Mexico has become a crazy country where terrorists have besieged and suppressed government troops for years, raided government agencies, and criminals targeted police chiefs to eliminate them...
Please note that the above sentences are definitely not written backwards.
There is no way, who told this miserable country to be too far from heaven and too close to the United States?
First of all, the United States is the world's largest drug consumer, with more than 35 million drug addicts, and 70% of the drugs on the U.S. market come from Mexico. Therefore, it can bring tens of billions of dollars in net profits to Mexican drug traffickers every year. Secondly, Mexico is also an important transit point for Latin American people to illegally smuggle into the United States, and it is also a major distribution center for American traffickers to collect goods... Using the huge sums of money earned through the above-mentioned illegal channels, Mexican gangs can purchase everything from pistols to individual missiles to armored vehicles from the United States. From armed helicopters to mini-submarines, various advanced weapons and equipment can be used to enrich one's own armed forces. Under the temptation of money and drugs, many US military officers and soldiers and arsenal managers are secretly stealing. Therefore, in Mexico, those gangs with strong financial resources and high murder rate are generally better equipped than the regular army. Since the birth of the gangster thing, violence has never been possible. Not only do they have to fight against the government's encirclement and suppression, but they also compete with each other for territory and wealth, often causing bloody conflicts.
In northern Mexico, near the border with the United States, there is a city of 1.5 million people called Juarez. It is not a city in the ordinary sense, but a notorious "ghost town" that has suffered from bad luck. The global media and the general public have given it countless creepy and terrifying titles - "ghost town", "barbaric city" ", "City of Violence", "City of Death", "City of Murder", "The Most Violent City in the World", "The Most Dangerous City in the World", "The Murder Capital of the World"... because this city is located in The border between Mexico and Texas, across the river from El Paso, Texas. Due to the special geographical location, human traffickers and drug lords have taken a liking to this place, and have moved their gang headquarters to Juarez, using it as a base for smuggling drugs into the United States, purchasing weapons and ammunition, and organizing smuggling.
These gangs often fight with each other in order to compete for territory. The underground wars in Juarez have lasted for decades. Some are gangs fighting each other, some are wars between the police and gangs, and some can't tell who is fighting whom... There are also the CIA and the U.S. The FBI also got involved, causing Juarez to become an "adventurer's paradise" just like old Shanghai before the liberation of China!
Local residents have become accustomed to encountering nameless bodies lying on the streets and mass graves dug out by wild dogs when walking and reading newspapers, or having their scalps scratched by a stray bullet that came from nowhere. In Juarez, dozens or hundreds of people are killed every day. It is a daily occurrence and is not considered news. If the weather is calm one day and no murder occurs, it is a major news that can make the front page.
Chen Ping's farm is close to the border, less than 20 kilometers away from Juarez... so it is affected by the war every day.
What's even more terrible is that in the Marvel world, not only are there a variety of superheroes with extraordinary power, but the power of many super villains is also far beyond that of the real world. This was true not only in New York but also in Juarez, resulting in an unprecedented increase in the intensity of gang wars.
If we say that on Wang Qiu's side of the world, Juarez's gangsters only shoot in the streets with submachine guns and machine guns, and at most they fire off a few RPGs (individual rocket launchers). So in Juarez in the Marvel world, the local gangs are already driving the most advanced armored vehicles, armed robots and vertical lift fighter jets, bombarding them with various missiles and rockets, and occasionally dropping poison gas bombs or bacterial bombs. There are even "dirty bombs" that spread nuclear waste, and there are also strange things like voodoo curses. It is normal for tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of people to die every month.
A more serious problem is that not only do these bloodthirsty gangs often attack from the south to the north of the border, but their various long-range weapons, such as missiles, rockets and suicide bombers, are also usually unreliable. It often performs Brownian motion in the sky, so farmers on both sides of the border suffer greatly. It is not an exaggeration to describe their daily life as "licking blood on the tip of a knife". If they are not careful, they will be blown up or beaten to death.
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In short, when Wang Qiu, Political Commissar Guo and the one-legged woman Tang Mary set out from New York and finally found Chen Ping's farm after traveling all the way, they saw this guy wearing a helmet, body armor and holding a handheld A double-barreled shotgun, lying nervously in the grass, paying attention to the gunshots coming from the distance, with a look of mental breakdown. When Tang Marry went up to say hello carelessly, she almost got shot by Chen Ping.
Therefore, Wang Qiu had to stop time again, and then tied up Chen Ping before normal communication could begin.
Then, after a lot of questioning, arguing, and proving, Comrade Chen Ping, who had a shaggy beard and swollen eye circles, finally accepted the arguments of Wang Qiu and others, and initially understood what all this was about. Time couldn't help but bring tears to my eyes, and I felt inexplicable.
After all, unlike other young people, Uncle Chen Ping, who is over forty, has a wife and children in the real world.
Regrettably, at the next moment, this middle-aged man in his forties learned to his dismay that he would not be able to leave this seemingly prosperous but crisis-ridden Marvel world until he collected the 50,000 reward points to "redemption" him. The excitement on the face of the world couldn't help but collapse again.
Next, Uncle Chen Ping began to pour out his bitterness to the three visitors.
"...To be honest, I really regret listening to that bastard's trick and buying this farm for $50,000. After living in this hellish place for more than a year, I feel like I'm still here On the front line in Afghanistan... No, this place is even more dangerous than Afghanistan!”
Chen Ping said with a frustrated look, "...In Afghanistan, at least I still have a solid reinforced concrete fortress with a reactive armored personnel carrier, and there are people on duty at night so that my comrades can sleep peacefully. But here, But everything has to be figured out by myself..."
——To be honest, although he knew that he had been cheated as soon as he arrived at this place, in order to prevent the investment from being wasted, Chen Ping still put in his best efforts to run this farm well. Not only did he try his best to plant drought-tolerant dragon fruits in this dry and water-scarce border farm, he also built a greenhouse himself and planned to grow some high-value organic vegetables. In order to ensure the minimum safety, Chen Ping installed an electric grid around the farm, installed surveillance cameras, kept wolf dogs to guard the farm, and equipped himself with guns and ammunition, spending all his last savings on this.
But even so, Uncle Chen Ping still failed to successfully take root in this crazy land.
"...Across the border, in the urban area of Juarez, there is non-stop ping-pong-pong play all year round. All kinds of random missiles and rockets are launched every two days, as well as armed robots scurrying around, although they cannot reach the civilian airliners. , but the plastic greenhouse we finally built was burned down by a rocket in the middle of the night. Moreover, the insurance company said that it was a damage caused by the war and would not be responsible for compensation.
If you just shoot random rockets across the border, then that's fine. After all, this place is vast and sparsely populated, and there aren't many stray bullets in the hands of gangs that can be accidentally exploded. It only takes one or two bombings throughout the year. At most. However, there are still so many illegal immigrants who come from Mexico. They dig tunnels, get fake passports, hang gliders, bribe customs, and kill them all the way. They come in through any way, leaving the border area in chaos. The war is in turmoil - Illegal immigrants smuggled into the United States from other places are, at least at the beginning, basically cheap laborers working illegally. But the Mexican stowaways in Juarez are unusually tough. They come to the United States specifically to kill and set fire to become robbers!
Those illegal refugees who smuggled across the border basically started robbing their homes as soon as they crossed the border. One day I heard a noise at night and saw a teenage girl stealing fruit from the farm field through the window. At that time, I saw Looking at her thin and small appearance, I felt quite pitiful and wanted to give her some milk and bread or something. Unexpectedly, I just opened the door and said hello, and the little girl took out a pistol and fired six bullets at me. Fortunately, none of the bullets hit me. Then we shot each other in the dark for a while, and finally, this little bitch stole my car...
In short, be very, very careful when going out in this area. It is absolutely taboo to go out at night, because the roads and wilderness are full of smuggled immigrants like wild wolves. Don't think of them as the thieves groups that haunt train stations in China. The two are not on the same level at all. There are quite a few thieves here in Texas - not because they are highly qualified, but because they don't bother to do things secretly, and they always just grab the murder weapon and rob it openly! If that doesn't work, I'll just take your life first and then take away the things!
Anyway, in the United States, prisoners are rarely sentenced to death. Even if they are caught committing murder, they will only spend a few more years in prison. As time goes by, the prisons in the southern states are running out of space. If no big trouble occurs, the police will not bother to arrest people. Anyway, even if they arrest people, the prisons will refuse to accept them on the grounds of overcrowding. In the end, they will have to go around in a big circle. Let go. ”
Uncle Chen Ping was frowning and chattering as he led the three of them into a dilapidated iron house that seemed to have just survived the Tokyo bombing in World War II. The walls were full of bullet holes and fire marks, and the roof on the second floor was also damaged. The explosion blew up, and a thick layer of sand accumulated on the floor of the house. "...The wolfdog I bought to look after my house was stolen just a week ago. On average, there will be one every month at most. Two or several groups of people directly The shooting started near the farm, and the noise of gunfire and explosions caused me to suffer from mental breakdown. I usually had to wear a bulletproof vest when I was living and sleeping at home, because the local gang's recruitment ceremony was to take the newcomers on a car along the road at night. I walked around and randomly fired a shot at every house I encountered, which was probably a vote of trust... The result was that the walls became a hornet's nest, making me worry every day that I would be shot to death at home...
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When I was a U.S. soldier in Afghanistan, even though I heard cold shots every day, I still had food, water, clothing, housing, a car, and free medical care and military pay. But here, we have to dig everything out of the soil ourselves! It happened that a certain Mexican gang across the street said there was a wizard who could cast a spell to set off a super sandstorm and protect the stowaways from crossing the border - those stowaways had it easy, but we farmers were miserable..."
"...After everything has happened like this, why don't the police still think of a solution? Does this still look like a world hegemon's homeland?"
Wang Qiu couldn't help but said, "...It's just that Mexico is lawless, but are the police here in the United States the same?"
"...The police in Texas? Come on! In their eyes, we yellow people are probably more annoying than the gangs in Mexico! Those bastard police have never protected me even once, but they often come here to extort! This gang specializes in Bad guy who bullies honest people!”
Uncle Chen Ping shrugged helplessly, "...Last month, a corpse pit was found half a mile away from here, with two to three hundred skeletons piled inside. The local police detained me as a suspect. I'm a fool. When I was caught, the police threatened me. They didn't say anything about the law and just asked me for money! After a week of trying, I finally had to spend money to ward off the disaster. When I came back yesterday, I found that half of the fruits in the field were ruined, a dead man was hanging next to the plastic greenhouse, and there were two niggas squatting in the house. I took a gun and followed them. It took a battle to drive these bastards out..."
——Well, well, in addition to extremely bad public security, Chinese Americans here also have to worry about racial discrimination.
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Since the farm house was basically in ruins, and there were constant gunshots every night, everyone could only lay sleeping bags in the basement that night and make do with it for the night. Who knew that even this night I would not sleep well:
First, a hang glider crossed over the border separation wall and landed leisurely on the edge of Chen Ping's farm. Then an armed vertical jet chased it, using a Vulcan cannon to hit the hang glider that had just landed. , and finally threw a napalm bomb!
When the sound of gunfire subsided, Wang Qiu and others cautiously touched it to take a look, and found that it had been burned to almost nothing but ashes.
Next, when everyone returned to the basement and had not yet fallen asleep, the ground suddenly shook again, and the dust on the masonry shook off, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had erupted. Immediately afterwards, an excavator that looked like a giant cannonball, while Wang Qiu and others were stunned, smashed through the basement wall with a huge roar and broke in... Chen Ping, who reacted the fastest He screamed immediately, turned around and ran to the ground, and the others followed closely behind him. He finally dodged the bullets that whizzed from behind and successfully got into the dark fields.
"...I'm talking about Lao Chen! I'm really impressed by your place! Why isn't even the basement stable?" Wang Qiu gasped out of breath.
"...There is nothing we can do. Smuggling and drug trafficking organizations use weird machines to dig tunnels every day. The ground is almost dug into a rabbit nest!"
After listening to Chen Ping's explanation, Political Commissar Guo had no choice but to shake his head, then pulled Wang Qiu to the side and whispered, "...What should we do now? We originally planned to use Comrade Chen Ping's farm to build a farm on the farm. The Marvel world builds a hidden healing base for those future people from the Doraemon plane. Medical equipment can be put to use. But this place is as messy as the Stalingrad battlefield. How dare people come here to recuperate? Looking at the tunnel-digging thing, let’s just take the [Explosive Basement]. I’m afraid building an underground base won’t work!”
"...Sigh, who makes the Marvel world so violent? Even the world's top capitalists like Harry Osborn and Tony Stark have to inject themselves with viruses or put on battle suits and fight in person When I go into battle to fight and kill, I am often almost wiped out..."
Wang Qiu was also very sad about this, "...There is really no way, such a crazy Texas farm is really not something that normal people can stay in. And looking at the level of racial discrimination in this place, it really makes the domestic terminally ill patients to be treated here, Don’t know what will happen?”
"...Then what do you think we should do? That place in New York has just been hit by a nuclear bomb, and the radiation has not been eliminated! Isn't it suitable to go back?" "...Let Comrade Chen Ping file for bankruptcy, and then move to the Pacific Ocean in the western United States. Along the coast, how about finding a place with better security, more Chinese people, so we don’t look so conspicuous, and preferably a place with a large area and sparse population? I don’t have any better ideas at the moment..."