Chapter 658: Red Sea Rage (End)

On Santa Monica Beach 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 one on the island..."

"These are fast-growing commercial coconut trees. They are not even grown locally in Los Angeles. Of course they don't taste good." Hal also said while lying on the lounge chair holding a coconut.

Lying on the beach, blowing the sea breeze and watching the waves, it was indeed very relaxing, but after staying there for a while, Schiller stood up and said: "An old friend invited me to dinner, are you going?"

"No, I have to wait for the beach party in the evening. Beach parties in Los Angeles are very famous. Don't you want to wait?"

"I'm not interested in loud pop music." After saying that, Schiller stood up, turned around and left. After drinking the coconut, he threw it into the trash can and then drove to a store in Santa Monica. Family style seafood restaurant.

After he entered the restaurant, he reported his reservation number, and the waiter warmly welcomed him to his seat. After he waited there for a while, another figure walked in.

Clark took off the schoolbag he was carrying, sat on the seat opposite and said, "Professor, I'm sorry, I'm a little late."

"Nothing, let's order." After Schiller finished speaking, he waved to the waiter and asked for the menu. The two ordered a lot of Los Angeles-specific seafood dishes.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I shouldn't have disturbed your vacation, but I'm really troubled... Well, it doesn't matter if you don't want to hear it, just think I'm here for a trip." Clark looked at this. A restaurant with a unique West Coast style decoration that he had never seen before.

When the dishes were served, he was attracted by the strong aroma. Clark sniffed and saw Schiller picking up the knife and fork, then he picked up the tableware and started to prepare for the meal.

"It does surprise me that you would come to me. After all, it should be the track and field team's preparation period now, right? Don't you need to train?" Schiller peeled open the shrimp on the plate with a fork and asked while eating. .

"Originally I was training, but suddenly a group of strange people came to me. They said they wanted me to solve a crisis and save the United States." Clark sighed and said with a sad face: "I thought they They were liars, so I kicked them out angrily, but who knew they were really the CIA.”

"I was a little sorry for accidentally hurting them the first time, so they invited me to dine, and I agreed. They booked a high-end restaurant, which made me feel a little at a loss. It was really the saddest thing I have ever eaten. A meal..." Clark's eyes were full of confusion, and he had almost all his emotions written on his face.

I have to admit that Schiller really likes this kind of patient. He doesn't have to say anything at all, or even ask. Clark will explain everything clearly in one go, and even tell his own thoughts. Clearly.

"While eating, they mentioned the massacre that occurred in a Mexican village..." When Clark mentioned this incident, the anger in Clark's eyes became more intense. He said, "I read the previous reports, When I saw those pictures, I was really angry. I couldn’t understand how someone could be so cruel.”

"At the same time, I sympathized with the villagers who were massacred and wanted to help them. The CIA came to me and told me that they had found the murderer of this massacre, but because they were very cunning, the CIA could not deal with them. ..." Clark's expression began to become a little tangled again, as if he thought what the CIA said was ridiculous.

"They said that only I could deal with those evil executioners. They wanted me to go to Mexico to save the villagers who might be massacred, and to save the entire Mexico and the United States..."

Clark sighed deeply and said: "Batcat told me that they were all nonsense. He said that these CIA agents have no logic and can't even make up lies, but..."

Clark was a little downcast and kept repeating the action of cutting food. He said: "Okay, I know, I am not as smart as Batcat. When they told me about this, I still care more about the innocent villagers. "

"I know that they want to use my power, and they may even want to achieve some evil purposes. I know that the most sensible thing to do is to ignore them completely, but I just... I feel that if I don't do this, It would appear too cold and heartless." Clark had completely lost his appetite. He put down the tableware and stared at the seafood dinner on the table without any appetite. He was obviously very hungry a few minutes ago.

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

He hopes to help everyone he can. If he fails to help, he will feel that it is his fault. But even Superman only has 24 hours in a day. He is not omniscient and omnipotent, so there will always be places he cannot help.

Those people he didn't help might not know that Superman existed, so they wouldn't resent Clark. However, Clark would always have unreasonable fantasies. If he didn't help these people, they would be blamed for his behavior. Such negligence and omission may lead to a greater tragedy.

The core of this kind of thinking is actually an evolution of persecutory paranoia, that is, overly serious estimates of the consequences of things that have not yet happened that may cause anxiety, and then predict the possible harm of such illusory consequences in advance. Add to yourself.

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The strength of the human spirit is destined to be impossible to withstand the anxiety of the present and the future at the same time. Clark is now trapped in this state. Even if he knows that the CIA is not well-intentioned at all, once he thinks that if he does not go, there will be more When villagers are massacred, he will feel very painful.

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

"My reason is telling me that things may not be what they said at all. They asked me to go with no good intentions. They wanted to take advantage of me, so I shouldn't go." Clark frowned, showing pain. His expression, his rationality and emotional emotions were tangled up in his heart, making it impossible for him to judge what action to take.

"There are too many uncertainties in your heart. You are not sure whether what they say is true. You are not sure what the condition of the villagers is. You are not sure what is happening on that continent. You are not sure yourself. What will you see when you go there..." Schiller tapped the plate lightly with his fork to attract Clark's attention, then pointed to the plate of grilled fish in front of him and said:

"What do you think of this dish?"

"I think...well, it's okay. The fish should be quite fresh, but I don't like it too much. There's too much pepper." Clark replied absently. He didn't know why Schiller asked such a question.

"You saw this dish being served, you saw its color, smelled its fragrance, and tasted its taste. Based on these facts, you made a positive judgment. In the process, Do you feel confused?"

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

"What you are doing now is equivalent to you not seeing this dish, not smelling its aroma, and not tasting its taste. You are doing nothing but sitting there out of thin air, thinking about what you are doing. It's painful not to make a judgment." Schiller put a piece of grilled fish in front of him and looked at it, and then said:

"But the fact is that if you haven't tasted it, you can't make a judgment. The same goes for God. No one can make a judgment on something that they have never seen, heard, or tried, right?" Schiller looked at it To Clark.

"So, I should see, listen, and try? But even after I have these facts, is my judgment necessarily correct?" Clark asked.

"This is another question. These facts will provide people with confidence and make them confident in their own judgment. If you still feel unconfident after collecting all the facts, maybe there is something wrong with your mentality. You What do you think?"

Clark thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said: "If an ordinary person makes a mistake in judgment, then he may screw up a job at best, or cause some trouble, or go to jail at worst."

"But if I make a mistake in judgment, it may kill a lot of people, even destroy a country, maybe... maybe it may also destroy the earth, I don't know, I can't imagine it at all..." Clark pursed his lips, his expression I have always been a little worried, and I am already on the verge of anxiety.

"It seems that you have deeply realized the gap in power between you and ordinary people. You feel that you are an outlier and want to integrate into human society by helping others, but you are afraid of the possible negative consequences of making a mistake, so you are completely unwilling to do so. Dare to make judgments..."

Schiller said as if talking to himself, Clark's problem is quite troublesome. A lion living in an ant colony, because of the different physical states of existence, it is difficult to solve all similar problems through simple psychological treatment.

"The only advice I can give you is that 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 think differently. After finishing speaking, Schiller 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 suggestions. Since Schiller said so, he decided to go to Mexico first. Anyway, for him, it was just a flight. Just a little while.

The Mexican government and the CIA have not thought of using air power to search for the group of people who are causing them great headaches.

However, the leader did not know who had given him instructions. The underground work he carried out was real underground work, that is, underground in Mexico.

As mentioned before, Gallardo, the boss of the drug trafficking organization in Guadalajara, once angered Congress and the CIA because of a murder case of agents. The entire organization was greatly suppressed, and to this day, the entire Guadalajara The Lahara organization is actually at the end of its rope and is about to fall apart.

At this time, another famous drug lord was emerging, and that was "El Chapo" Guzman. This drug lord's reputation was much greater than that of Gallardo, but he was indeed the former Guadara A splinter member of the Hara organization.

Guadalajara's strength is exhausted, and new organizations are emerging. Guzman's ability to take the lead is not only due to his wisdom and tact, but also to his clear thinking.

His way of drug trafficking is different from others. He does not use water routes, but land routes.

Many people know that although drug trafficking at sea is lucrative, it is also risky. Once blocked, the entire ship will capsize in an instant.

The drugs produced in Mexico are not so tightly packaged. Once thrown into the sea, there is no chance of salvage, which is equivalent to the cargo of this ship being lost.

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During the war on drugs, the CIA and the US Navy seized this point. As long as they caught the drug dealer's ship, it didn't matter whether they killed people or not, and all the cargo would be dumped into the sea.

After several times like this, no matter how big the family is, it can't stand it. Guadalajara will collapse, and there are also reasons for economic support.

Guzman directly gave up shipping by sea and switched to land transportation. However, the customs on land are not vegetarian. The efficiency of human drug transportation is low, which is not suitable for bulk cargo transportation. Bribing customs to inspect requires a lot of money, which is not cost-effective.

The new method that Guzman found was to dig tunnels.

Of course, in the distant Eastern countries, this is no longer a new trend, but in South America, using underground tunnels to traffic drugs is still quite new.

Guzman dug an underground tunnel in Santiago to transport a large amount of drugs to the United States. This has been verified. Moreover, after he was arrested, the way he escaped from prison was exactly the same. That is, his drug trafficking team dug a tunnel directly to the prison to rescue him.

This veritable mole once gave the US government a headache. The tunnel method is that the initial investment is large and the return is slow, but once it is built, it is very difficult to deal with.

Of course, it was the first half of 1989, and the dwarf Guzman had not started to exert his strength, and the tunnel in Santiago had not been dug. However, in every country with agriculture as the main industry, cellars are indispensable storage equipment, and the labor wisdom of farmers cannot be underestimated. The original tunnel war was developed from this.

In fact, Oliver did not expect that the movement he developed would go so smoothly. At the beginning, he was confused and just felt guilty, wanting to compensate the farmers who were harmed by the drug trafficking business of the Quinn Group.

At the beginning, his Spanish was very poor, and he could only communicate in English and sign language. Fortunately, Oliver was also very smart and learned languages ​​very quickly. He only learned the most important words more proficiently and then conveyed them to the farmers he knew.

But what was unexpected was that the farmers in Sinaloa were very angry. When Oliver first said "violence is the only means", it was like the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out. 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 local situation.

Before 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 who has a little knowledge of economics should know that foreign investment will make up for the current account deficit and increase the value of the country's currency. However, once the value of the currency increases, the competitiveness of Mexico's exports will be weakened.

With foreign investment, the Mexican government underestimated the risks brought by the current account deficit, so it will lead to a larger deficit, which will require more foreign investment, and the competitiveness of exports will become weaker.

When the current account deficit reaches a certain proportion of GDP, it will induce a very terrible collapse, and history has proved this. In 1994, the Mexican economic crisis swept the world.

When capital controls were just lifted, the first to be hit was the local pillar industry agriculture. When foreign investment entered the country, in addition to investing in existing industries, the first demand was land, and farmers were based on land.

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

He went to other places to make a living, and the situation was the same. There were displaced farmers everywhere, and those workers with formal jobs faced similar situations. Local enterprises were squeezed out of their living space, but foreign-funded enterprises did not provide them with better jobs.

Oliver found that these people had not read the theory, but they all realized a truth through their own experiences, that is, in the face of such a situation, only violence is the only means.

The theory brought by Oliver, as well as his extraordinary wisdom, made up for the last shortcoming for them, so the peasant and worker movement in Mexico began vigorously.

However, Oliver was not the Green Arrow at this time. He had only been on the deserted island for a few months, not a few years, and his martial arts had not been honed very well. Although he could temporarily achieve tactical victory with the help of underground passages and the advantages of the locals' familiarity with the situation, the situation soon became difficult.

The US government, the Mexican government, and even the drug dealers all united to suppress them. The lack of force was the most important problem. Oliver had almost read those books to pieces, but the theories he had read told him that mechanical application was hopeless, and he had to find a way out on his own.

But at this moment, Clark, who wanted to collect facts, came here.

Again, Clark was not stupid at all. He was very smart, smarter than everyone in the world.

He only needed to carefully observe the living conditions of everyone in the sky, and then he could draw a conclusion that the resistance of farmers and workers was normal and justified, and anyone in such an environment should resist.

After reaching this conclusion, Clark certainly wanted to help them, but he knew that killing all the drug dealers would not solve the problem, so he began to look for a better way. At this moment, he discovered the strange activity and underground organization.

When Oliver and Clark met, they were really fellow villagers. As a result, when asked, you were arranged by Schiller, and I was also arranged by Schiller, so what else can I say? Just work hard.

Clark's arrival made up for the most fatal power problem. He could fly, see through eyes, and had great strength. His eyes could emit heat rays. Even as a scout, he had all the advantages.

In an instant, the situation turned around. Oliver's side became the one that was advancing vigorously. At the same time, more locals who had suffered greatly joined in. The movement became more and more heated and the momentum became stronger and stronger.

As expected, Congress panicked.

"What? Withdraw all surveillance personnel and put them all in Mexico? Is Congress crazy??" Kayla said loudly to the other end of the phone: "There are more than 300 important surveillance targets on the entire East Coast. If they are all withdrawn, what will happen to our intelligence at this stage?"

"Intelligence? Without Mexico, the next one is the United States. Without the United States, what's the use of intelligence?" The person on the other end of the phone had a cold voice. He said: "We have activated the highest level of emergency plan. Even many people in Moscow have been withdrawn. Do you think that Metropolis is more important than Moscow?"

"All the people in Moscow have been withdrawn?? !

! "Kayla said in disbelief: "What about the congress and inauguration ceremony in a few days? Don't we need someone to watch it?"

"The situation has been decided." The person on the other side spit out a few words without emotion. He said: "We have completed all the work. If it weren't for the accident in Mexico, the war would be over now."

Kayla took a deep breath and said: "... I will arrange it immediately."

She hung up the phone, closed her eyes, and muttered to herself: "The situation has been decided... Yes, the situation has been decided."

"The situation has been decided?"

Another voice with a smile was blown away by the wind on the west coast and slowly disappeared.

On May 25, 1989, the first plenary session of the Soviet Union was held, and Mikhail Sergeyevich Gorbachev was elected Chairman of the Supreme Soviet of the Soviet Union.

On May 26, 1989, gunshots rang out in the Kremlin, and Gorbachev was assassinated. He was shot in the head and died on the spot.