American Strategic Deception Bureau

　Anyway, it's basically useless except for deceiving yourself.

　Moreover, in addition to blacks, non-British Americans

　White people also suffer from a lot of implicit discrimination and oppression, which makes them feel unbearable.

　——Until 1970, only "Western European white Protestants" were considered truly white in the United States. Italians, Irish, Jews and German Catholics were not considered white. The French had to convert to Protestantism to be considered white. If they adhered to the Catholic faith, they were not considered white.

　In other words, according to the demographics of the United States at the time, President Kennedy was also a "non-white president": who could stand this?

　Since you insist that we are not white but just "suspected white", then fine, we will push the black people to fight you!

　As a result, under the resistance of black people and the backstabbing of various "suspected white people", a vigorous civil rights movement began among black Americans.

　The outbreak of this movement occurred in Montgomery, Alabama in 1955, when a black woman named Parks was arrested and imprisoned for refusing to give up her seat to a white person on a bus, which caused an uproar across the United States.

　Subsequently, under the leadership of black pastor Martin Luther King, 50,000 black people in Montgomery united, walked or rode bicycles to work, and boycotted buses for a year, finally forcing the local bus company, which was on the verge of bankruptcy, to bow its head and abolish racial segregation.

　——Although white racists shout loudly, they are unwilling to provide even a penny of subsidies to the bus company that is on the verge of bankruptcy.

　In this case, the owner and board of directors of the bus company were unwilling to let their company go bankrupt for the sake of the racists' face.

　The young black pastor Martin Luther King also became famous because of this and became a leader of his generation who led the trend of the times.

　Later, in North Carolina in 1960, black college students launched a large-scale sit-in, forcing restaurants in 200 cities across the country to abolish racial segregation. In fact, restaurant owners have never liked segregation systems that hinder their ability to make money, and this was a good opportunity to abolish them.

　After all, a qualified capitalist usually only cares about money. Who would be willing to be controlled by some bastards and not be able to make money from black people?

　In addition, the owners of low-class brothels in the United States have long been complaining about the apartheid system. They hope that black college students will come to the brothels to cause trouble, so that white prostitutes can take orders from black wealthy customers, instead of watching customers come to their doors but having to turn them away...

　In short, after the victories in the above two battles, the confidence of black people in the southern United States was greatly boosted. In May 1961, they convened the Congress of Racial Equality and launched the "Freedom Riders" movement, attempting to force all cities across the country to abolish racial segregation on buses.

　Then, in Florida, also in the southern United States, bus seats are also divided into white seats and seats for people of color.

　Therefore, although this is not the main battlefield of the civil rights movement, black marches and demonstrations against racial segregation still broke out widely in major cities in Florida, and basically one occurred every few days, seriously hindering citizens' travel and transportation.

　However, despite the streets being blocked by the black parade, Fili observed from the car window that while the black parade was far from orderly, it was still relatively well-behaved. At most, there were some petty thefts, but no looting or vandalism.

　Unlike his memory of black people taking to the streets in the 21st century, every anti-discrimination march would eventually turn into a large-scale zero-dollar shopping.

　The reason is obvious at a glance.

　In the middle and on both sides of the parade, there was a prominent black patrol wearing armbands and carrying sticks, maintaining supervision and control to prevent the demonstration from turning into organized crime. At the same time, there were also many police officers watching nearby, instead of letting things run wild as they would do half a century later.

　"The black movement organized by Martin Luther King really has some tricks!"

　When the black protesters protesting apartheid moved away in a noisy manner and the traffic jam began to move again, Fili could not help but sigh as he held the steering wheel, "It's rare that they can maintain such good discipline!"

　"What is this? Not even a single gunshot was fired. It's so peaceful! And it won't last long!

　My father often told me that in the years after the Great Depression and before Hitler came to power, the various political parties in Weimar Germany initially just marched in the streets, but later simply piled up bunkers and engaged in gun battles in the streets! That's what the Nazi stormtroopers did.

　Marita curled her lips in disdain, and Fili belatedly realized that the red-haired girl next to him, whom he had played with from head to toe for half a year, was actually a German girl who had personally experienced World War II, and was also a leftover who had accidentally been to a Nazi concentration camp...

　——Indeed, compared with the intensity of the struggle on the European continent, these minor conflicts on the American mainland are not even a game.

　-

　Heading north from the tropical resort paradise on the southern coast of Florida, passing through the city of Orlando in the middle of the peninsula where Disneyland had not yet been built, and then crossing the Port of Jacksonville, Florida's largest port, the prison van driven by Ferry entered Interstate 10.

　This is the southernmost of the several highways that cross the United States. It starts from Jacksonville Harbor in Florida in the east and ends at Santa Monica Beach in Los Angeles, California in the west.

　The total length is about 4,000 kilometers. After Firi got on this road, he drove all the way to the end and arrived home.

　At this time, Highway 10 had just been built and was almost like a brand new one. The road surface was smooth and there was not much traffic. The prison van driven by Ferry easily reached a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, causing Juanita, who had never seen such high-speed racing, to scream and shout.

　"Look, this road runs straight from east to west. That's why it's called 'The Road to Heaven.'"

　While driving, Fili showed off to Juanita who came out to see the scenery - when the highway was first designed, it was not known that driving in a straight line at high speed for a long time would make the driver unconsciously increase the speed, and would also become tired due to lack of changes in vision, thereby increasing the accident rate.

　Therefore, the American highway system, which was built earlier, has many long straight sections.

　There are especially many straight sections on Highway 10.

　As a result, traffic accidents on Highway 10 are extremely frequent, and it has truly become the "Road to Heaven" for drivers and passengers...

　I have to say, this contrast is really hellish.

　However, Highway 10 has only just opened to traffic, so this problem has not yet been noticed...

　"Ah, the road to heaven? I wonder if the end of this road is my heaven or hell?"

　Marita, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned slightly, her beautiful eyes moving, and said coquettishly to Feri.

　"Well, once we get to Los Angeles and settle the 'cargo' in the car, come with me to my house to meet my parents. And my brother and sister, too. They're both very easy to get along with. But my oldest brother, Bernard, is a busy man, so he might not be home."

　Fili thought about it and immediately understood Marita's hidden worries. He smiled and said, "Besides, if I can get an invitation, I can also take you to Beverly Hills to see the Hollywood star party - my family has some connections in Hollywood..."

　When Marita heard that Fieri was going to take her to Los Angeles to "meet his parents" and attend social events, rather than just to keep her in a luxurious villa, a bright smile suddenly spread across her face. Although unlike those "party girls" who indulged in luxury and pleasure, Marita wasn't particularly keen on socializing. But she at least understood that this meant that Fieri highly recognized her and that he was truly planning to marry her.

　For her, who had signed a magic contract and become Firi's slave, this situation was the best it could be.

　Then, the hidden worries and depression in her heart instantly melted away like ice in the sun, and she no longer felt any dissatisfaction.

　Marita was seen lifting up her clothes and feeding her daughter Monica while humming a nursery rhyme. She was even thinking about how to introduce herself to Fieri's parents after arriving in Los Angeles, and whether to hide Monica's existence - Fieri didn't mind the child, but his parents might not.

　"Wow, it looks like Miss Lorenz will be wearing a wedding dress soon! Master, what are you going to do with me and Sister Alena?"

　Because Fili and Marita had just spoken in Spanish, Juanita, the maid who had come out of the back cabin for some fresh air, also understood. She immediately made a face and teased, asking, "Are we going to continue living together? Can I go to school in Los Angeles?"

　At the same time, Alena, who usually seldom spoke, pricked up her ears curiously.

　After all, this concerns her future living conditions, and she cannot help but care about it.

　"Live together? Of course we'll be together forever. The contract has already been signed. Only death can separate us!"

　Fili answered without hesitation, "Well, Alena is Marita's maid and nanny, and Juanita helps with odd jobs. If you have visitors, you say you are Alena's sister - of course, generally speaking, no visitors come to the CIA officer's house."

　As for your education, Juanita, I will also arrange it for you. At least you should know arithmetic and speak English!

　Of course, considering your special situation, Juanita, the school you will attend may be a little special..."

　He said this with a hint of meaning, but the three women were not very smart and did not understand Fili's hidden meaning at all. Instead, they smiled foolishly.

　Marita was still breastfeeding her daughter Monica when she suddenly felt a surge of compassion. She looked at the four female prisoners held in the back of the prison van and sighed, "My dear, we are now on the road to heaven and will soon have a bright future. But for them, the end of this road is probably hell, right? Oh, this really reminds me of the time when I was taken to the concentration camp as a child..."

　"Hell? The dungeon of the Wave brothel is hell, okay? There, they'll most likely be sold to underground brothels in the slums, serving twenty to thirty men a day. They'll quickly become addicted to drugs and syphilis, and usually won't live more than three years before their bodies rot away and they die in a filthy, smelly death.

　But after my training and promotion, if they're lucky, they can be sold to a wealthy man's villa. Even if they can't enjoy a particularly luxurious life, at least sex work is much easier and they're less likely to contract diseases.

　Fili curled his lips and said so cunningly, "Even if they are unlucky and not sold to a particularly good place, the CIA's training institution is at least

　It’s not a concentration camp like the one in Nazi Germany, so there are definitely no gas chambers there…”

　"Alas, regardless of whether the new work location is a concentration camp or not, it seems that neither we nor they have any choice."

　Marita hugged her daughter and sighed, "Oh, dear, when we get to Los Angeles, where are we going to work? Did the bureau arrange a place for us to serve as a school for female slave spies? Or is there nothing at all, and we have to find a place to start a school ourselves?"

　"Well, the agency did provide us with a place to run the spy school - didn't they say they wanted to create the 'Shelter Girls' brand? So, the CIA allocated me an underground shelter that they had just dug in Los Angeles last year as a school location.

　As for where exactly in Los Angeles... well, please stop the car and let me check it out!"

　So, Ferry first found a place to pull over, then took out the documents from the locked briefcase, read them carefully line by line in the sunlight, and immediately a look of surprise appeared on his face.

　"The CIA's Los Angeles safehouse is specifically located in... San Fernando Valley?!"

　He muttered, looking up at the end of Highway 10, "Wow, this really is the road to heaven!"

　Author's words: PS: I have been arguing with another author these days about if Napoleon had not won the first battle after returning to France from Egypt, but had lost the Battle of Marengo - the battle was already lost, and it was Napoleon who turned the tables by leading his defeated troops. Would this have led to a total collapse of France?

　He believed that if Napoleon lost the Battle of Marengo, his position as consul would probably be unstable, but France would not collapse so easily.

　At most, they would return to the front line before Napoleon's expedition to Italy and continue the confrontation and stalemate.

　But I think that if France lost the Battle of Marengo, it would have had to fight a homeland war. By this time, it had been ten years since the Revolution, and the French people's revolutionary enthusiasm had long since cooled. If Napoleon was also removed, and the Parisian elite began to fight among themselves, it would have been very likely that the country would have collapsed at lightning speed.

　Which one do you think is more reasonable?

　Chapter 73: Land Slave Ship

　After driving onto Highway 10, Fieri originally thought that as long as he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, he and Marita would take turns driving. One of them would take the steering wheel while the other would recline the seat and take a nap. Then they could drive along this road from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean and all the way to their hometown in Los Angeles.

　——As a German girl who immigrated to the United States before she even started elementary school, Marita also knows how to drive.

　In other words, in the United States, a "country on wheels," it is abnormal for young people from middle-class and above families not to know how to drive.

　Unexpectedly, after taking turns driving to New Orleans, Louisiana, we found that even the highway was blocked by a black parade.

　Huh? Shouldn't a Black protest take place on the city's main streets? Why did it end up on the highway?

　Alas, Americans started building highways too early and lacked design experience. Therefore, many highways in the United States do not go around the suburbs, but go directly through the city center, or even intersect directly in the city, dividing the city into several parts.

　In this way, it becomes much easier for black people in the city to go to the highway to cause trouble, as they can just walk a few steps away.

　Huh? There are guardrails and medians on both sides of the highway? Come on, people are already taking to the streets to protest and march, are they still going to obey traffic rules?

　What's more, the black people in New Orleans are making trouble this time because of the highway issue, so naturally they have to take the highway!

　——No matter what era or country, there is always a lack of people who are seriously out of touch with the trend of the times, or even go against it.

　Despite the burgeoning civil rights movement in the United States, many white racists in the Southern states have not retreated. Instead, fueled by the wave of black protests, they have intensified their attacks, attempting to continue their heavy-handed attacks on people of color.

　For example, a foolish city council member in New Orleans recently proposed that in order to strengthen racial segregation, black lanes and white lanes should be set up on the highway, and drivers should not be allowed to change lanes at will... Moreover, highway toll booths should also charge different toll rates for blacks and whites.

　Specifically, black drivers have to pay more, while white drivers can pay less.

　——The toll collection period for highways is twenty years, so most American highways during the Cold War still charged tolls.

　Well, black people across the United States are organizing a movement to try to cancel the white-only seats on buses across the country, but you are even trying to segregate the highways.

　This can no longer be said to be adding fuel to the fire, but rather throwing a bomb into the fireplace!

　As you can imagine, the black community in New Orleans was immediately furious upon hearing the news. They were so excited that they came out to march and cause trouble, and even broke directly onto the 10 Freeway. They built simple roadblocks with furniture, debris, guardrails and benches removed from the roadside, etc., and squatted on them to protest with signs.

　So, stuck in traffic, Ferry had to get off the highway in Louisiana and take a country road to continue west.

　But there was no CPS back then, and the maps always didn't match the road signs. As a result, Fili's prison van couldn't get on the highway anymore...

　-

　In early September in Texas, although it seems to have entered autumn according to the calendar, the ruthless

　The sun is still high in the clear blue sky.

　The scorching sun baked the empty country roads scorching hot, and also turned the vehicles on the roads into stuffy steamers.

　Moreover, there was an endless stream of hot air evaporating from the ditches and ponds along the roadside, causing the distant scenery to become distorted.

　"It's so hot! It's so hot! Is there any Coke in the car?"

　"We're out of Coke, but we still have two bottles of beer. Want some?"

　"Whoa! Whoa!"

　"Don't cry, Monica. Mommy's here to feed you! By the way, where are we...honey?"

　Marita, her face flushed with heat, held her daughter up and breastfed her, while panting and asking Feri, who was driving. Although she had already taken off all her clothes due to the heat, sweat still flowed slowly from her neck and hair like a stream of spring water.

　"Some county in northern Texas...right? Maybe? There's no signpost or anything..."

　Firi, steering the car, looked at the blazing sun in the sky and the endless cornfields on both sides of the road. He couldn't help but mutter with sweat on his forehead, "I hope we don't get lost here. There's less than five liters of gas left in the car!"

　As we all know, the United States, despite its vast territory and abundant resources, is also characterized by its sparse population. Aside from a few metropolitan areas on the East and West Coasts, vast expanses of wasteland across the central and southern states can be found for dozens of kilometers without seeing a single human.

　Even artificially cultivated crop fields are often far away from the farmhouse where the owner of the manor lives, and are often impossible to find with the naked eye.

　——In traditional American horror movies, a few silly young people hide in a cornfield and can never get out. This has always been a common trope.

　Fortunately, Fili was lucky this time. After driving the prison van for a few kilometers, he finally saw a few scattered buildings beside the road ahead. There was a sign at the door of one of the roadside grocery stores that said "Gasoline for Sale".

　So, Ferry quickly stopped the car and ran into the store with Marita who had hurriedly put on her clothes. They waved money and carried tin oil drums to fill the prison van with gasoline. They also bought some food and drinks. By the way, they chatted with the fat redneck owner of the store for a while, and learned that this place was called Hamilton Town, located between Houston and Dallas, Texas.

　Administratively speaking, Hamilton Town should be considered a "city." However, due to its remoteness, its population is smaller than that of an East Asian village, with only six households and less than 30 people!

　According to the grocery store owner, this town once had a "prosperous" period in the past. At its peak, there were more than 200 people living here. Unfortunately, those young men and women later went to big cities and never came back, making the town increasingly depressed.

　However, although Hamilton is a small town, there is a hotel in the town, which is run by the mayor's family and mainly serves occasional passing travelers.

　Seeing that Fili and Marita looked exhausted, the boss suggested that they rest in town for a night and take a shower before leaving.

　Marita was a little tempted by this, but Ferry immediately declined his boss's kindness and pulled Marita into the car and set off again.

　"Honey, since there's a hotel in town, why don't we stay here for a night, take a shower, and then leave?"

　In the bumpy carriage, Marita looked at her watch and asked in confusion, "It's already three o'clock in the afternoon. In two more hours, the sun will set. I'm already very tired. I definitely don't have the energy to continue driving at night. I'm also sweating a lot..."

　She lowered her head and smelled her armpits, then frowned and showed an expression of disgust.

　——Well, white girls generally have a stronger body odor, even the naturally beautiful Marita Lorenz is no exception.