Agriculture Maniac

Chapter 645 Los Angeles Night

North America, California, Los Angeles.

According to statistics, between 01 and 07, the ports of Long Beach, Santa Monica, Huntington Beach, San Clemente, Oceanside, and Tijuana around Los Angeles handled 90% of the trade between the three major U.S. ports.

The main commodities in circulation include grains, food, fuel oil, metals, machinery, electronics, pharmaceuticals, ships, etc.

On average, the total value of goods arriving and departing from the port each year is approximately US$9868 billion, accounting for one-fifteenth of the total global trade volume.

Such a massive figure, and the direct or indirect economic benefits it generated, enabled Los Angeles to not only avoid decline but also advance against the backdrop of the global economic depression triggered by the North American subprime mortgage crisis.

This also made California's GDP growth second only to Texas in North America, which has absorbed most of North America's real economy.

But today.

Many of the super ports that have been expanded several times are now desolate, with only tugboats drifting on the waves.

The once overcrowded border crossing and congested parking lot are now empty except for garbage swirling in the air.

If we're talking about popularity, perhaps only the noisy port management center stands out.

"Boss, we worked 24 days this month, why is it only counted as 16 days?"

"Because you have weekends off."

"But we didn't rest."

"But you didn't clock in either."

“Boss, I’ve been working for you for eight years since I came from Jamaica. You can’t treat us like this.” The skinny, dark-skinned loader, Odom, pleaded as he watched his short, stout, dark-skinned supervisor devour a chicken leg. “I need 24 days’ pay, or I won’t be able to pay the bills this month.”

"What does this have to do with me? When you use your credit card to shop, why don't you think about the bill?"

"But if I don't use my credit card, I won't have money to buy bread."

The short, stout manager shrugged, tossed away the chicken bone, sucked on his fingers, and got up to leave: "Brother Odom, don't argue with me about these things. How much you get paid is decided by those above, not by a lowly manager like me."

"The problem is that all these years, the higher-ups have been transferring the money to you, and then you distribute it to us."

"Yes, but I was only paid for 16 days this month. I can't possibly pay you out of my own pocket, can I?"

"The higher-ups said that the money was paid for 24 days."

"What do you mean? You suspect I withheld eight days' wages from each of you?" The chubby manager glanced at the dozen or so people gathered around him, shrugged again with disdain, and stood up to walk towards the office door: "Incomprehensible."

Odom wanted to be more tactful, but the fat manager had already disappeared through the door.

The dozen or so fellow workers who followed behind to demand their unpaid wages, though somewhat agitated, ultimately did not stop them.

The port was shut down, and everyone who wanted to find new jobs quickly had to rely on the fat supervisor to help them find work.

If you offend someone over paying for 8 days' wages, you might not be able to find a job for the next month or two, or even longer.

Without a job, with no money to pay bills, all kinds of insurance will be terminated, and it will be even less likely that you will find a job in the future.

"Odom, forget it, let's go back."

“Yes, Odom, let’s think of another way. Maybe we can sell our blood to raise enough money to pay the bills.”

Amidst the cacophony of voices.

A dark-skinned loader who was missing two front teeth said, "It's not enough. No matter how much blood I sell, it's not enough. I had two teeth pulled last month, and the bill is $28000 more than usual."

"Oh, shit, why did you go to the hospital? Come find me, let's settle this with our fists."

"My fists couldn't solve it. I even tried using electric pliers, but I got nerve pain so bad that I was rolling on the ground in agony and had to go to the hospital." The loader, who was missing two front teeth, was extremely aggrieved.

"You spent over 20,000 yuan, why are you still missing two teeth?"

"After making the appointment, I have to wait a year and a half."

"Shit, you idiot!"

“Alright, stop arguing.” Odom sighed, taking off his worn-out gloves from years of operating the crane lever. “This time, the Three States trade disruption is completely different from the past. We can’t pin our hopes on the docks to pay off the bills. Maybe we can go to the city and take a look, even if it’s just to work as a part-time worker.”

"Yes!"

Everyone nodded and immediately followed Odom out of the dock management center.

They then squeezed into an 8-seater minibus used by dockworkers to commute to and from get off work and headed straight for Los Angeles.

Unexpectedly, just after leaving the dock, I saw thick smoke billowing from the Walmart supermarket in the distance.

"what happened?"

Was it an attack by a ruthless person?

Should we call 911?

Amidst the discussions, the minibus drove along the main road and arrived at the main entrance of Walmart.

The glass facade was smashed to pieces, its contents unknown.

Countless figures with black and white skin poured in, while countless others with black and white skin ran away carrying various goods.

At this time.

A dark-skinned young man carrying a backpack suddenly darted out from the roadside, opened the dilapidated side door of the minibus, and squeezed in. "Hey, guys, what are you standing there for? Let's go! We can have a big meal tonight!"

The loader sitting by the door quickly stopped him, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Don't push me down! Let me tell you, Los Angeles is in chaos, absolutely in chaos! Those damn rich people have hoarded all the bulk food available, leaving us only hamburger buns and instant noodles! Do you know how many people live in Los Angeles? 386 million! Do you know how many days the current food supply in Los Angeles can last? Enough to feed 50 people for one meal!!!"

"My God, what nonsense are you talking about? I clearly remember news reports last year about national food reserves, saying that North America's food reserves could last at least two months!"

"Believe me, I'm not making this up. This is a recording of a phone call between the mayor of Los Angeles and the governor of California, where they said that the food reserves had been resold and that Los Angeles urgently needs to import food from outside... If this hadn't been exposed, I wouldn't be here buying food for free like those illegal immigrants."

The loaders sitting inside the truck immediately became restless.

"real or fake?"

"Damn it, why is this happening?"

Who sold the grain reserves?

Odom started the minibus and said calmly, "Stop arguing, let's go to the city now."

The young man who had just squeezed onto the bus quickly stopped them, saying, "We can't go. It's completely chaotic inside. Not to mention the police, even the National Guard has been deployed to the wealthy area as security guards. If we go to the city, we'll be facing a group of robbers armed with pistols!"

"Isn't this crazy?"

The young man continued, "We'd better find a remote place with few people and plenty of food, and hold out for at least two weeks... no, for a month!"

"My God, I can't believe it! This is even crazier than Resident Evil!"

"Guys, let's hurry up and leave. Once the army of zero-dollar purchases pours out of the supermarket, our car will definitely be stolen."

Without further hesitation, Odom turned the car around and headed straight for the harbor.

One of the stevedores asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go to Fatty's house, he should have food there."

Another stevedore worriedly said, "But he's too stingy and he deducts from our wages."

Odom said solemnly, "We can take him down."

The car fell silent instantly.

Immediately, a cacophony of noise erupted.

"Yes, I've wanted to kill him for a long time!"

I'm going to smash his head in!

"If there's no food, I can eat him!"

The young man, who had just squeezed onto the bus, looked terrified. "Y-you guys?"

"We've just had enough of being oppressed."

"···"

soon.

The minibus drove into the port management center.

Odom stopped the car, said nothing, took out an arm-length steel wrench from his toolbox, and went straight into the fat manager's private room.

Because of the power outage, water outage, and internet disruption, the other party was in the living room flipping through yesterday's newspaper, seemingly unaware of what was happening outside today. Seeing him enter, carrying a steel wrench, the fat manager gave a disdainful smile, shook the newspaper, and pretended not to see him.

Then Odom walked up to him and swung his hand down.

Click!

With a cracking sound of skull shattering, the fat manager collapsed onto the sofa, his head covered in blood.

The stevedores who followed them in were initially a bit timid, but upon seeing this scene, they quickly began to scavenge for food.

"Odom, where do we go next?"

"If there's not much food, let's go to the rich neighborhood."

"But there are National Guard troops there."

“No, we’ll go to a remote, wealthy villa area. There shouldn’t be any guards there, and even if there are, they might not be able to defeat us.” Odom said, pulling out a rifle and three boxes of ammunition from a crack in the study floor.

The young man who squeezed onto the bus did not run away. He followed the other passengers in and pulled out a Sanxi terminal from the fat manager's arms. "The Sanyuan Communication Network has been disconnected. The terminal has lost the Sanxi security service. Cracking the device is not difficult. If I had a Sanxi all-in-one machine, I could take care of this fat man's safe and see what's inside."

One of the dockworkers asked curiously, "His safe might not be a Series 3 product."

“If it’s not a 3-series product, it would be easier to crack it using a 3-series terminal… Of course, it must be electronically encrypted. If it’s a mechanical lock, then I’ll need half an hour.”

Odom skillfully disassembled and reassembled the machine gun, then changed the magazine. "There are three three-in-one machines in the office next door. Go get them."

The young man asked curiously, "Were you a soldier?"

“I used to work as a used car dealer in Jamaica, but I escaped there and came to this dock. Then I paid this fat guy $10 to help me get a legitimate immigration status.”

"My God, $10 is all it takes? This fat guy must have some big shots backing him."

"It doesn't matter, it's not important now."

"Yes, right now it's just about surviving." After saying that, the young man walked towards the office next door.

Only three minutes had passed.

"God, Odom, come quick! Something terrible has happened!"

"what?"

"After the three-dimensional communication network was disconnected, in order to ensure normal communication in North America, the NSA connected the three secondary root servers in California and Texas to the main root server of the Internet. Then, the two completely different data formats were overwritten by each other under the manipulation of their respective AIs. Now, websites on the Internet are either inaccessible or have become garbled."

"My God, is this the end of the world?" Even Odom, who was usually very calm, was still shocked.

"The world's internet is enabling backups, but we don't know if it has been contaminated with data."

After the young man finished speaking, he quickly cracked the fat manager's three-system terminal with the help of the three-system all-in-one machine. "Without the support of the three-element communication network, the security system of this thing is an undefended maze game. As long as you read it once, you can basically unlock all the passwords."

"Of course, without the three systems releasing water, I would never have been able to solve the maze in my entire life, and I would only be able to use the three systems terminal as a brick."

After the young man finished his work, he found the fat supervisor's safe. "Thank goodness it's an electronic lock!"

As he spoke, he placed the three-system terminal on the password area, and a series of characters were read out on the screen of the three-system terminal.

Without any apparent operation, the safe creaked a few times and opened its door.

There weren't any valuables inside, after all, the fat supervisor was just a supervisor of a single area of ​​the port.

But inside were three bulletproof vests, four rifles, a dozen or so box grenades, and seven or eight melon-shaped grenades.

"Sent!"

Half an hour later.

After everyone was fully armed, they drove to a remote, affluent area.

On the way, the young man opened his backpack, which he had carried from Walmart, took out the food inside, and shared it with everyone.

"Brothers, we're all in the same boat now. You can't isolate me, and you can't abandon me."

Odom took a hamburger and said, "Don't worry, we're all kind-hearted, hardworking people, we've just had enough of oppression."

The other stevedores nodded in agreement.

The young man pulled a small red notebook, about the size of his palm, from the side of his backpack. "Perhaps we need this!"

"what is this?"

"It was once very popular in the East, including Yu Sanyuan, who carried a copy with him."

Upon hearing this, Odom gave the young man a slightly scrutinizing look, then casually took the small red notebook and flipped through it while driving. "I don't understand Eastern writing," he said.

"No problem, I have your supervisor's terminal; I can translate. The first sentence is: Who are our friends, and who are our enemies? This is the primary question of the revolution..."

As the translated classic quotes were read out one by one, the sky gradually darkened.

soon.

A series of gunshots rang out in a remote, affluent neighborhood.

···
Austin, Texas.

Old Bu sat in his wheelchair, gazing at a satellite map of North America.

What's happening in Los Angeles is not unique to North America.

Similar scenes are playing out in non-Republican states, including San Francisco, Carmel, Las Vegas, Denver, Salem, and Kansas.

"This is our last chance."

The family advisor's expression was serious. "Although I also very much hope that we can succeed, our deployment time is too short, and the final result will probably be greatly reduced."

"There's nothing we can do. Old Morgan died too suddenly, and we only have this much time left."

In Old Bu's view.

Stephen, the Morgan financial agent, is neither the successor to the Northern Republic nor the next leader of the Federal Capital.

The only person who can succeed old Morgan is old Brooks.

Therefore, upon learning of Morgan's death, Bush immediately began to make arrangements.

This deployment roughly means:

European Judea, upon learning of J.P. Morgan's death, will inevitably increase its penetration of federal capital.

If we add the Smith family's escape to the East, European Judaism will inevitably regain control of North American Judaism, restoring it to international Judaism.

At that time, in order to increase the value of European industries and achieve cooperation between Europe and the United States, international Jewish capital will inevitably lead the North American Federation and the three systems to oppose each other.

However, the depth of cooperation between federal capital and the three systems is far greater than that in Europe.

If the three major US-China relations split again, not to mention the losses to the three systems, North America will definitely be in turmoil.

From the poor to middle-class families, the lack of these three types of goods leads to dire straits for the former and forces the latter to downgrade their consumption, or even bankrupt their families.

What the Bush family wants to do is to make the poor and middle-class families gradually realize who caused their current predicament, that is, to induce them to oppose international jurisprudence.

Just like the workers, ordinary immigrants, and illegal immigrants in Los Angeles, they are turning their attention to the wealthy neighborhoods.

Then the Bush family sent people to distribute and translate the palm-sized red booklets.

It may sound incredible, but the Brooks family controls the most powerful military in all of North America.

Once the fire starts,

After the flood has washed away the water,

International Jews died in the gunfire of the revolution…

By recuperating and striving to avoid large-scale conflicts with the three major powers, Japan, and the South Seas Combined Fleet, the military-industrial complex can still reclaim its North American Federation.

Old Bu's previously cloudy eyes were now incredibly sharp.

"Burn it, the more it burns, the better it will be for us."

at this time.

Another family advisor rushed in. "Mr. Brooks, it seems that Walton Jr. has discovered our intentions. He mailed us a report on a new virus similar to the 03 flu, with the note, 'We can all die together.'"

"Ha, if he dares to use it, Yu Sanyuan will make him die first."

(End of this chapter)