Chapter 658: Red Sea Rage (End)

On Santa Monica Beach in Los Angeles, under a parasol, Schiller picked up a coconut, drank a sip of coconut juice, then shook his head and said, "This coconut is not even as good as the ones on the island..."

"These are fast-growing commercial coconut trees, not even grown locally in Los Angeles, so of course they won't taste good." Hal also said while lying on a lounge chair with a coconut in his arms.

Lying on the beach, blowing the sea breeze and watching the waves is indeed very relaxing, but after staying there for a while, Schiller stood up and said, "An old friend asked me to have dinner with you, do you want to go?"

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

"I'm not interested in those noisy pop music." After saying that, Schiller stood up and turned away. After drinking the coconut, he threw it into the trash can and drove to a family-style seafood restaurant in Santa Monica.

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

Clark took off his backpack, sat down on the opposite seat and said, "Professor, I'm sorry, I'm a little late."

"Nothing, let's order." Schiller said, waved to the waiter, and after asking for the menu, the two ordered a lot of Los Angeles-style seafood dishes.

"I'm sorry, professor, I shouldn't disturb your vacation, but I'm a little troubled... Well, if you don't want to listen, it's okay, just treat it as a trip." Clark looked at the restaurant. The decoration here has a unique West Coast flavor, which he has never seen before.

When the dishes were served, he was attracted by the strong aroma. Clark sniffed his nose, and when he saw Schiller picked up the knife and fork, he picked up the cutlery and started to prepare for the meal.

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

"I was originally 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 were liars, so I drove them out angrily, but they were really the CIA."

"Because I accidentally hurt them the first time, I felt a little sorry, so they invited me to dinner and I agreed. They booked a high-end restaurant, which made me a little at a loss. It was really the saddest meal I have ever eaten..." Clark's eyes were full of entanglement, and he almost wrote all his emotions on his face.

I have to admit that Schiller really likes such patients. He doesn't need to say anything at all, and even doesn't need to ask. Clark will tell everything clearly, and even his own mental journey clearly.

"During the meal, they mentioned the massacre in the Mexican village..." Clark's eyes became more angry when he mentioned this. He said, "I read the previous reports and saw those pictures. I was really angry. I don't understand how there could be such cruel people."

"At the same time, I also sympathize with the villagers who were massacred and want to help them. The CIA came to me and told me that they found the murderer of the massacre, but because they were very cunning, the CIA could not deal with them..." Clark's expression began to become a little entangled again, as if he felt that 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, "Bat Cat told me that they were talking nonsense. He said that the logic of these CIA agents was a mess and they couldn't even make up lies, but..."

Clark was a little dejected, and kept repeating the action of cutting food. He said, "Well, I know that I'm not as smart as Bat Cat. When they told me about this, I was more concerned about those innocent villagers."

"I know that they want to use my power, or even to achieve some evil purposes. I know that the most rational way is to ignore them completely, but I just feel a little... I think if I don't do this, I will appear too cold and ruthless." Clark has completely lost his appetite. He put down the tableware and stared at the seafood feast on the table without any appetite. He was still very hungry a few minutes ago.

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

He wants to help everyone he can, and if he fails, he will think it is his fault. However, even if he is Superman, there are only 24 hours in a day. He is not omniscient and omnipotent, so there will always be things he cannot help.

Those people he didn't help might not know that Superman exists, so they wouldn't resent Clark. However, Clark always fantasizes for no reason that if he doesn't help these people, they will suffer a greater tragedy because of his negligence and omissions.

The core of this thought is actually an evolution of paranoia, that is, for things that may cause anxiety that haven't happened yet, the consequences of them are overestimated, and then the possible harm caused by these illusory consequences are imposed on oneself in advance.

The mental strength of human beings is destined to be unable to bear the anxiety of the present and the future at the same time. Clark is now in this state. Even if he knows that the CIA has no good intentions, he will feel very painful once he thinks that if he doesn't go, more villagers will be massacred.

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

"My reason tells me that things may not be what they say at all. They asked me to go with no good intentions. They want to use me, so I shouldn't go." Clark frowned and showed a painful expression. His rationality and emotional emotions were tangled in his heart, making it impossible for him to judge what kind of behavior to take.

"There are too many uncertainties in your heart. You are not sure if what they say is true, you are not sure about the state of the villagers, you are not sure what is happening on that continent, you are not sure what you will see after you go there..." Schiller tapped the plate lightly with a fork to attract Clark's attention, and then pointed to a 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 this method very much, there are too many peppers." Clark answered absent-mindedly, 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 flavor. Based on these facts, you made a positive judgment. In this process, did you feel entangled?"

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

"What you are doing now is equivalent to not seeing this dish, not smelling its fragrance, and not tasting its flavor. You have done nothing, just sitting there in the air, feeling painful for not being able to make a judgment." Schiller picked up a piece of grilled fish, put it 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 is true for God. No one can make a judgment on something they have never seen, heard, or tried, right?" Schiller looked at Clark.

"So, I should go see, listen, and try? But even if I have these facts, will my judgment be correct?" Clark asked.

"That's another question. These facts will give people 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. What do you think?"

Clark thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and said, "If an ordinary person makes a misjudgment, then he may at most mess up a job or cause some trouble, and at worst go to jail."

"But if I make a misjudgment, it may kill a lot of people, even destroy a country, or maybe... maybe it may destroy the earth. I don't know, I dare not imagine it at all..." Clark pursed his lips, his expression has always been a little worried, and he has been hovering on the edge of anxiety.

"It seems that you have deeply realized the gap in power between you and ordinary people. You think you are an alien and want to integrate into human society by helping others, but you are afraid of the bad consequences that may occur after mistakes, so you dare not make judgments at all..."

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

"The only advice I can give you is that, no matter whether you can make an accurate judgment after collecting the facts, it is better to collect the facts first. Seeing is believing. Maybe after seeing it, you will have a different idea." After Schiller finished speaking, he put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth.

Clark sat in his original position and took a deep breath. He was very good at listening to other people's advice. Since Schiller said so, he decided to go to Mexico first. Anyway, for him, it was just a short flight.

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

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

It was mentioned before that Gallardo, the boss of the Guadalajara drug trafficking organization, once angered Congress and the CIA because of a case of killing agents. The entire organization was greatly suppressed. Today, the entire Guadalajara organization is actually at the end of its strength and is about to fall apart.

At this time, another famous drug lord was emerging, that is "Shorty" Guzman. This drug lord's reputation is much greater than Gallardo, but he is indeed a member of the former Guadalajara organization.

Guadalajara has run out of luck, and the new organization is emerging. Guzman can lead the way not only because of his wisdom and tact, but also because of his clear thinking.

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

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

The drugs produced by 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.

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

After a few 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 unsustainability.

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

The new method Guzman found is to dig tunnels.

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

Guzman dug an underground channel in San Diego to transport a large amount of drugs to the United States. This is a verified fact, and after he was arrested, his way of escaping 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 yet started to exert his strength, and the tunnels in Santiago had not yet been dug. However, in every country where agriculture is 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 be so smooth. At the beginning, he was ignorant and just wanted to compensate the farmers who were harmed by the drug trafficking business of the Quinn Group with a sense of guilt.

At the beginning, his Spanish was very unskilled, 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 so angry that 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 decided to join this 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 knows a little about economics should know that foreign capital 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 Mexican exports will be weakened.

With foreign capital, 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 capital, and the competitiveness of export goods 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 capital 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. 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 a similar situation. Local companies were squeezed out of their living space, but foreign companies 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 theories and extraordinary wisdom brought by Oliver 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. His martial arts had not been honed very well. Although he could temporarily achieve tactical victory with the advantages of underground passages and local people's 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 there was no future in mechanical application, and he had to find a way out by himself.

But at this time, 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 peasants 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 time, he discovered the strange activities and underground organizations.

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 you say? Just work hard.

Clark's arrival made up for the most fatal power problem. He could fly, see through his eyes, and had infinite strength. His eyes could emit heat rays. Even if he was just a scout, he had already taken advantage.

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? Remove 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 removed, 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 was very indifferent. He said: "We have activated the highest level of emergency plan, and even many people in Moscow have been withdrawn. Do you think that the metropolis is more important than Moscow?"

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

!" Kayla La 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 man 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 right away."

She hung up the phone, closed her eyes, and murmured 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.