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 said as he lay 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. After that, 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.
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"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 a little at a loss. It was really the saddest thing I have ever eaten.
It’s a meal...” Clark’s eyes were filled with 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 need to say anything at all, or even ask. Clark will explain everything clearly in one go, and even tell his own thoughts.
It's clear.
"While eating, they mentioned the massacre that took place in the Mexican village..." When he mentioned this incident, Clark's eyes became more angry. He said: "I read the previous reports,
When I saw those pictures, I was really angry. I didn’t understand how someone could be so cruel.”…
"At the same time, I also 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 also to save the entire Mexico and the United States..."
Clark sighed deeply and said, "Batcat told me that they are 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 have a little... 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 feast on the table with no appetite. He had clearly felt very hungry a few minutes ago.
Schiller observed Clark, and he felt that Clark's moral bottom line was a bit too high, and 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 where he cannot help.
Those people he didn't help might not know that Superman exists, 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 it to yourself.
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 because they had no good intentions. They wanted to take advantage of me, so I shouldn't go." Clark frowned, showing pain.
His expression, his rationality and perceptual 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 this method very much. There's a bit too much pepper." Clark replied absentmindedly. 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.
It's painful not to make a judgment." Schiller picked up a piece of grilled fish, put it in front of him, 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 make some trouble, and 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 even 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 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, due to the different physical state 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.
That's my idea." After Schiller finished speaking, he 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 never thought of using air power to search for those 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, that is "El Chapo" Guzman. This drug lord's reputation is much greater than that of Gallardo, but he is indeed the former Guarda
A splinter member of the Lahara organization.
Guadalajara's strength has been 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 method of drug trafficking is different from others. He does not use waterways, but takes land routes.
Many people know that although drug trafficking at sea is very profitable, it is also risky. Once blocked, the entire cargo of the ship will capsize in an instant.
The drugs produced in Mexico are not packaged so tightly. Once they are thrown into the sea, there is no chance of salvage. In other words, all the cargo in the ship is lost in water.
During the anti-drug war, the CIA and the U.S. Navy grasped this point. As long as they caught the drug traffickers' boats, it didn't matter whether they killed people or not. All the goods would be dumped into the sea.
If this happens several times, no matter how big the business is, it will not be able to withstand it. Guadalajara will collapse, and there are also reasons why it cannot be sustained financially.
As for Guzman, he directly gave up shipping by sea and switched to land transportation. However, customs on land are not vegetarian. The human body is inefficient in transporting poison and is not suitable for bulk cargo transportation. It requires a lot of money to bribe customs and conduct inspections.
Not cost-effective either.
The new method Guzman found was to dig tunnels.
Of course, in far Eastern countries, this is no longer a new trend, but in the South American continent, using underground passages to sell drugs is still quite new.
Guzman dug an underground tunnel in San Diego to transport large amounts of drugs to the United States. This has been verified. Moreover, after his arrest, he escaped from prison in the same way, that is, his drug trafficking team dug a tunnel.
, go straight to the prison and rescue him.
This veritable gopher once caused a great headache for the U.S. government. This method requires a large initial investment and a slow return, but once it is built, it is very difficult to deal with.
Of course, it was the first half of 1989, El Chapo Guzman had not yet begun to exert his efforts, 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 farmers' labor wisdom cannot be underestimated. The original tunnel warfare was developed from this.
In fact, Oliver did not expect that the sport he developed would go so smoothly. At the beginning, he was ignorant. He just wanted to compensate the farmers who were harmed by the Quinn Group's drug trafficking business with a sense of guilt.
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baimeng.
At the beginning, his Spanish was very unproficient and he could only communicate with a mixture of English and sign language. Fortunately, Oliver was also very smart and learned languages very quickly. He only learned the most important words proficiently and then conveyed them.
To the farmers he knew...
But what I didn't expect was that the farmers in Sinaloa were so angry that when Oliver said the words "Violence is the only method" for the first time, it was like the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally burst out.
They all started cursing in Spanish, and then decided to join the movement.
Later, Oliver learned that this was also related to the Mexican government's recent policies and the local situation.
Before that, the Mexican government had capital controls, which meant that foreign capital could not enter Mexico at will. However, in 1989, this year, the Mexican government abolished capital controls and a large amount of foreign capital poured into the country, including many short-term speculations.
invest.
Anyone with a little knowledge of economics should know that foreign investment will make up for the current account deficit and will also increase the value of the country's currency. However, once the currency value increases, the competitiveness of Mexico's exports will be weakened.
With foreign investment, the Mexican government has overestimated the risks posed by the current account deficit, which will lead to a larger deficit, which will require more foreign investment and the competitiveness of export commodities will become weaker.
When the current account deficit reaches a certain proportion of GDP, it will trigger a terrible collapse, and history has proven this. In 1994, the Mexican economic crisis swept the world.
When capital controls were first lifted, the first thing to be affected was agriculture, the local pillar industry. When foreign capital entered the country, in addition to investing in existing industries, the first demand was land, and farmers are land-based.
Not to mention, the Mexican government does not have the level to supervise all foreign investment. The first farmer Oliver knew had his land sold, but he was completely unaware of it, and the factory he built was an empty shell.
It opened but 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 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 discovered that these people had not read the theory, but they all realized a truth through their own experiences, that is, in the face of this situation, only violence is the only method.
The theories and extraordinary wisdom brought by Oliver made up for their last shortcoming, so the peasant and worker movement in Mexico began with great vigor.
However, at this time, Oliver was not the Green Arrow. He had only been on the desert island for a few months, not a few years. His martial arts had not yet been honed to a very good level. Although he had used underground passages and local people familiar with the situation to
The advantage allowed them to achieve a temporary tactical victory, but soon the situation became difficult.
The U.S. government, the Mexican government, and even drug traffickers have all united to suppress them. The lack of force is the most important issue. Oliver has almost torn through the books, but the theories he has read tell him that there is no future in applying mechanically.
Yes, he must find a way out on his own.
But at this moment, Clark, who wanted to collect facts, came here...
Again, Clark is not stupid at all, he is very smart, smarter than everyone in the world.
He only needs to carefully observe everyone's living conditions in the sky, and then he can come to the conclusion that the resistance of farmers and workers is normal and deserved. Anyone in this environment should resist.
After coming to 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
That strange activity and underground organization.
When Oliver and Clark met, they were like old friends. When asked, Schiller arranged for you to come here, and Schiller arranged for me to come here, so what else is there to say? Just work hard.
The arrival of Clark has made up for the most fatal problem of strength. Flying, clairvoyance, infinite strength, and the eyes can emit heat rays. Even as a scout, he has every advantage.
In an instant, the situation was reversed, and Oliver's side became an aggressive one. At the same time, more local people who had suffered greatly joined in, and the movement became more and more passionate and louder.
Unsurprisingly, Congress panicked.
"What? Remove all surveillance personnel and invest 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 should we do with the intelligence at this stage?”
"Intelligence? Without Mexico, the next one is the United States. Without the United States, what's the use of having intelligence?" The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was very cold. He said: "We have activated the highest level of emergency preparedness. Even Moscow's
Many people have been withdrawn. Do you think the metropolis is more important than Moscow?"
“All the people in Moscow have been withdrawn??!
"Keira said in disbelief: "What about the congress and the inauguration ceremony in a few days? Don't we need people to keep an eye on us?"
"The overall situation has been decided." The person on the other side uttered a few words without emotion. He said: "We have completed all the work. If there had not been an accident in Mexico, the war would be over now."
Kayla took a deep breath and said, "...I'll make arrangements right away."
She hung up the phone, closed her eyes, and murmured to herself: "The overall situation has been decided... Yes, the overall situation has been decided."
"The overall situation has been decided?"
Another voice with a smile was blown away in the wind on the west coast and slowly disappeared without a trace.
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, shots were fired in the Kremlin, and Gorbachev was assassinated. He was shot in the head and died on the spot.