Chapter 450 The American people all yearn for Mexico! (Happy 2025!!!)
Austin, Texas
In front of the State Capitol.
Thousands of Americans held banners that read, "Get rid of the bullshit U.S. government, we need a just Lone Star Nation!"
The person standing at the front was not some cat or dog, but a female state legislator. She held a loudspeaker and loudly accused the Red Shoe Club and the US government of their complacency.
Encouraging the governor to pull the National Guard to the state border and reject the U.S. government's punishment of Mexico.
"Justice cannot be killed!"
"We want respect, we want the truth!"
The National Guard police officers wearing helmets and holding shields looked like they were facing an enemy.
There are still gunshots everywhere in Washington, and the security is in a mess. Seventeen or eighteen people died in the line of duty alone.
The National Guard has taken control of local streets…
Other states also sounded the alarm, fearing something might happen.
But some people in Texas, the "rebellion frontline", still stood up to cause trouble.
A balcony across from the State Capitol.
Heinrich and Reinhard Tristan Eugen, the two-headed Hydra gossip known as "Ghost" among intelligence agencies around the world, were leaning on the railings to admire this scene.
"What a beautiful scenery." Heinrich, who looked like a villain and wore glasses, clicked his tongue twice and drank the red wine in the glass in a happy mood.
His character is very violent, no, it should be destructive. He enjoys the feeling of everyone being wiped out under his "tricks".
He loves adventure!
Compared with Heinrich, deputy Reinhard Tristan Eugen was much "handsome" and more calm. He looked at the rioting crowd and said, "We are asked to contact the Black Panther Party. Eldridge Cleaver"
"What can that chef do? He is a waste now."
Heinrich sneered, his tone thick with disdain.
Before joining the Black Panther Party, the other party was an ordinary refugee and worked as a chef in a restaurant.
American newspapers once called him: "Gourmet".
Later, after he was banned by the U.S. government, he spent several years in prison. After he was released, he returned to his old business, but privately he still entertained his old subordinates.
"The General requested it," Reinhard said, glancing at him.
The other party fell silent immediately and frowned, "Then you go and talk."
"Okay."
Heinrich, the leader of Hydra, suddenly felt a little bad, turned around and walked back to the room.
When he opened the French door, he stopped and said, "Reinhard, Hydra has many dirty things. Not everything needs to be reported to the general, so as not to pollute his mood. You are right. ”
After speaking, he left without waiting for the other party to answer.
When deputy Reinhard heard this, he squinted his eyes and said to himself, "But...Hydra belongs to the general!"
Of course he believes that the other party is loyal to Victor, but when power is in hand, who doesn't want his voice to be unique within the organization?
You must know that Hydra now has more than 15,000 non-staff personnel, spread all over the world, and is developing very rapidly.
All I can say is...
Heinrich's ambitions are growing...
Looking into the distance, Reinhard smiled, "You can make trouble. Whenever the general feels uncomfortable, you are not far from death."
There are always people who take themselves too seriously.
"Cheers, toast to yourself." He raised his glass towards the setting sun.
December 23rd.
Three days after the riot in Washington, the situation and conflict intensified.
The night before, someone set a fire outside the White House, and some people climbed over the wall to jump in. This situation made Acting President James Dan Quai unable to handle it.
A nationwide martial law was issued and a televised speech was given that afternoon.
He sat behind the desk, looking solemnly at the camera:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the United States has reached a very dangerous point. We call on everyone to calm down. Any violence is undesirable."
"We also know that there are foreign forces behind the scenes in this riot. We also advise you to stop in time. The United States will not accept such provocative behavior!"
"We also do not allow anyone to interfere in the internal affairs of the United States."
…
He spoke for about forty minutes, but the listeners fell asleep.
The front page headline of the Mexican Workers Party newspaper the next day read: "Double standards!" 》
"James Dan Quai's whole article is full of nonsense. He did not answer the people's questions or say how to deal with those damn capitalists. Instead, he called on the people to shut up!"
"This kind of country, this kind of system, this kind of leader is simply stupid."
"A country that cannot bring a sense of security to its people is doomed to decline. A country that focuses on capital and fools its people is doomed to fail."
James Dan Quai, who saw this newspaper, was so angry that his blood pressure rose when he went to work the next day.
My head was foggy and I almost fell down.
Office consultant Richardson hurriedly reached out to help him and asked nervously, "Sir, do you want to see a doctor?"
I'm afraid he will die here.
It would be really ridiculous if he followed Bush's footsteps...
James Dan Quai waved his hand. He was born in 1947 and is only 44 years old now. He is very strong, but he has only served as acting president for a few months.
My body is broken, my wife has cheated on me, and my children have become rebellious...
What did he get?
What a piece of shit!
In the future, if his name appears in the history books, there will definitely be a comment: The worst vice president and acting president in history.
"Can't you just let me leave my job safely?"
James Dan Quai let out a long sigh.
The advisor also felt a little sorry for him.
Who knew that the "red shoe scandal" would break out in the last month...
"Haven't those people found someone to take the blame?!" James Dan Quai asked.
Office consultant Richardson looked at the other party's eyes and couldn't bear it. He lowered his voice and said, "This kind of thing cannot be admitted. If it is admitted, it will be a disaster for them. All they can do now is to fight to the end. ”
"How can you carry it to death!"
The Acting President stretched out his hand and waved it dissatisfied, "Just hide behind like a turtle and do nothing, and then leave all the pressure to me?"
Richardson was also helpless.
Who said you are just an acting president?
If a big boss randomly pulls out from behind, you won't be able to resist.
"Dog Capitalist."
Richardson's pupils shrank, and he immediately covered his mouth, gestured towards him to silence him, and then pointed around, meaning: Don't talk nonsense, they will listen.
It's not like they haven't installed bugs in the President's office before.
James Dan Kuishen nodded slightly, motioned for the other person to move his hand away, took a deep breath, and said with a dejected look, "I have done everything I can. Now, I just hope God is on our side."
Richardson nodded.
"One more thing..."
The other party raised his head, rubbed his temples, and said painfully, "Tell me, it's definitely not a good thing."
"After the red shoe incident broke out, about 20,000 citizens have left the United States, and a large number of them have entered Mexico."
"This includes a lot of technical talents, especially families with a majority of women. This phenomenon continues to happen."
The eccentricities of the elite finally scared many people away.
Afraid that it will be my turn next.
And the same…
Some parents who have lost their children naturally associate this matter with each other. They are the main force in the anti-red shoe club.
The power of hatred is powerful...
The people on the list were so frightened that they did not dare to take to the streets.
James Dan Quai frowned, "Close the border on our side as well. Anyone who goes to Mexico is an act of treason and all will be arrested."
When Richardson heard this, he became anxious, "This kind of suppression will instead become the trigger for greater conflicts between the government and the people. No, absolutely not."
"Then do you have any good ideas? This won't work, that won't work, this won't work, that won't work, Fuck Squid, please change to Garfield."
The dissatisfied acting president pushed all the documents on the table to the ground and left with a dark face.
The Clay Bodhisattva still has three points of fire energy. A president without real power is worse than a dog...
I'm not talking about you, Yin Kaka.
In the office, Richardson let out a long sigh, his back looking a little desolate.
In fact, the truth is even more "exaggerated" than what Richardson said.
In San Diego, California, the roads out of the city were jammed with cars.
You can see many people traveling as a family with luggage racks on the roof of their cars. Their destination is Tijuana, a first-tier city in northwest Mexico.
Many people actually went to escape the disaster and did not want to be involved in this "conflict."
There are also people who are tired of living in the United States and want to settle in Mexico, which is North America anyway.
A pickup truck with a sign reading: California Department of Emergency Speeding down the driveway, blasting a loudspeaker.
"Everyone return or you will be arrested!"
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
"Everyone return or you will be arrested!"
When they were also blocked, the loudspeaker was still blaring.
A woman wearing glasses and a tattoo on her face sat in a Beetle next to her...
Listening to this voice, the more I listened, the more irritated I became.
He grabbed an Italian Beretta 92F pistol belonging to the co-pilot, cocked the gun, pushed open the door, and fired at the driver's seat of the pickup truck.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
The co-pilot died on the spot. The driver had already seen it out of the corner of his eye. When he realized something was wrong, he shrank his head and missed the vital point. However, he was still shot in the arm. He screamed, opened the door and got out of the car in horror, and was covered in blood. , he fell to the ground and tried to get up in a panic.
The woman walked around the front of the car, walked up to him, and kicked him over.
He took out a new magazine and loaded it, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger...
As this was not enough, he unzipped his pants, took out a towel and threw it on his face. Then he got into the car, fell back hard, and broke the front bumper of the car behind him. He walked from the side of the national highway. The muddy ground flew away.
Crunchy~
The windshield wiper of the car behind was hanging, and the male driver was stunned. His wife sitting next to him was eating potato chips and looked like she had seen a ghost. Two heads emerged from the middle, a cute girl and a hound.
Big eyes stare at small eyes.
I'm confused, I'm confused.
I’ve said it all…
A woman who can't even be killed by her aunt must have strong fighting ability.
When the police arrived, there were only shell casings everywhere and two bodies inside and outside the car.
And the witnesses?
They all ran away too...
At this time, an off-road vehicle without a bumper had arrived at the border station. It was the same family of three and a dog.
"Bentley, will they let us pass? I heard that the Mexicans closed the border checkpoint." My wife sat up and asked with some concern.
"Didn't you listen to the news?"
The husband was startled, and then manually amplified the sound of the car radio.
A woman's voice came out.
"The National Palace stated that U.S. residents are welcome to seek refuge in Mexico and are welcome to become Mexican nationals. The armed forces will protect your safety and no one will plunder your assets. Please cooperate with the border checkpoint personnel to register."
Bentley Baldwin shrugged, "Listen, just register. Bring your passport and ID."
My wife patted the bag she was carrying and nodded.
They lined up nervously behind the car. When they approached the border inspection station 500 meters away, there was a patrol military vehicle with a message on it: "You have entered the security warning area. No one is allowed to get out of the car. Violators will be punished!"
"Wow, Dad, look, is that a machine gun?" The daughter pointed at the soldier wearing a mask standing behind the heavy machine gun on the Humvee.
"M2 Browning large-caliber heavy machine gun." Bentley Baldwin glanced at it and said.
"Is it awesome?"
The man thought for a moment and nodded, "We can sweep the son-of-a-bitch American White House into a sieve."
"The White House, son of a bitch!" the daughter shouted, raising her hands.
The wife patted her husband and turned back with a frown, "Ellie, no swearing."
The daughter shrank her neck, hugged the dog and ravaged its head.
Slowly...
It's their turn.
The two policemen at the border inspection station saluted and glanced inside their car. "Sir, show us your ID."
There was a police officer nearby with tools searching the vehicle.
"Oh, okay." Bentley glanced at his wife. She was about to touch her bag when she suddenly thought of something and raised her head. "Officer, I'll take my ID. It's in the bag. Don't open it." Gun.”
The other party nodded, but his eyes were still looking at him warily.
Another policeman looked at the little girl from behind. The latter also looked at him, and suddenly took out a chocolate from the small bag around the dog's neck and handed it over, "Uncle, here you go. ”
The policeman was stunned. When he came to his senses, he quickly waved his hand, "No, you can eat."
"Isn't Ellie's food delicious?" the little girl said disappointedly.
The other party was at a loss. He hesitated and stretched out his hand, "It tastes delicious. Can you give me one?"
"Of course!" Ellie jumped up happily again and handed it to him.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, by the way, uncle, this is our dog, its name is Airplane, and this is its ID card." Ellie took out another picture she drew from her small bag.
There is a dog on it with a name and blood type next to it.
"But my dad likes to call him Bush. He said Bush is a dog that can eat shit better than an airplane."
"Cough cough cough..."
Bentley Baldwin almost choked to death, turned around and glared, "Shut up, Erin!"
"Excuse me, officer."
"It doesn't matter, the kid is right, Bush is just a dog." The police officer said with a smile, handing over his passport, "Mr. Bentley, you used to work in the Labor Bureau?"
"Yes, but I haven't done it in a long time."
"It's okay, it's just that we have a job here. I don't know if you are willing to do it. It's about 600 US dollars per month, but there is overtime pay, and you can work part-time."
His wife's eyes lit up, "What are you doing?"
“The Border Administration needs personnel to help register foreigners.”
"Of course that's no problem."
The police officer nodded with satisfaction, handed him a business card, and asked him to contact him after entering.
"By the way, if you need to send your children to school, there are many schools in Tijuana, but you need to issue a certificate, and the tuition is free."
"Free tuition?! Is kindergarten included?"
"Of course."
The two couples looked at each other and were pleasantly surprised.
Although education is compulsory in the United States, kindergarten is not included, and the monthly fee is very expensive, which is basically very difficult, especially for families like theirs.
Are kindergartens in Mexico free?
So progressive?
In fact, this is one of the means to keep people here.
"Thank you, officer."
“Bon voyage.”
After entering the country smoothly, Bentley Baldwin also lamented, "The police are so polite. It's not like the Americans who scold you at every turn."
"Do you want to be naturalized?" my wife asked.
"Don't worry, let's take another look. If it's really good, I will take over my parents and grandparents."
Ordinary people…
I just want to be safe.
……
(End of chapter)