The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 129
Eventually Jack settled for dinner at a Mexican restaurant, where the gravy tacos and Sonoran hot dogs were okay, but he wasn't expecting Mexicans to love cilantro so much in addition to chiles.

Considering that most of the southern states border Mexico, it is estimated that he will continue to be attacked by cilantro in the future.

After sleeping beautifully in the hotel for one night, Jack first renewed the room for one night, and then drove to the northern suburbs of Tucson, where there is a strange building complex consisting of several steel-structured glass buildings of different shapes, like It is an oversized glass greenhouse.

This is the so-called 'Biosphere II' of the so-called Earth Reengineering experiment that has been rendered by numerous street stall literature and marketing accounts.

Like the world Jack came from, this world's "Biosphere II" also failed, and now belongs to the University of Arizona, which is used as an ecological research and teaching base, and is also a good tourist attraction.

In his opinion, this large greenhouse covering an area of ​​1.3 square meters is a meaningful small "spectacle". Like the moon landing plan, it can represent the beautiful country in that golden age in a sense.

After spending two hours visiting the man-made environment in the 'Biosphere II', Jack, who satisfied his childhood fantasy, drove to the southeastern suburbs of Tucson.

Then it was time to fulfill his youthful dream, watching airplanes.

This is a super-large apron covering an area of ​​12 square kilometers, which houses more than 2 aircraft, from the B-17 Sky Fortress to the F-117 to the F-14. It is the largest and only aircraft cemetery in the world.

Jack spent a whole day here, overwhelmed by his eye addiction, and reluctantly returned to Tucson until dark.
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After starting from Tucson again, Jack arrived in the small town of Las Cruces, New Mexico in a day, rested for a night and continued on his way, but this time he left Interstate 54 and turned north, Take Highway [-].

Ahead is the place where the world's first nuclear weapon exploded, the city of Alamogordo. Of course, Jack has no feeling for the two bombs and one star in the beautiful country. He wants to go through the Lincoln National Forest on Highway 54 and go to the UFO. The famous small town of Roswell.

In fact, he doesn’t have much interest in aliens. It’s also just to satisfy his childhood dream. By the way, he brings back some alien souvenirs as gifts for his friends in LA. Come to a shitty place like New Mexico.

As a result, less than 20 minutes after leaving Alamogordo, there was a situation on the road ahead.

"Hey man, what's going on up there?"

After waiting for almost an hour, Jack got out of the car and walked forward for a short distance. He found a truck driver who was also stuck in the road to inquire about the situation. Most of the large trucks in the beautiful country are equipped with radios for dispatching and running. Chat to relieve boredom during long distances, and understand road conditions in a timely and detailed manner.

"The train derailed five kilometers ahead and chemicals were everywhere."

Although the driver driving Optimus Prime looked helpless, it could be seen that he was used to it.

"Do you know how long we have to wait?"

Jack is a bit big-headed. There is no village or store in front of this place, and it is nearly 200 kilometers away from Roswell. Is it impossible to run back?

"Stop talking for a few hours, are you in a hurry?"

The somewhat slovenly truck driver is surprisingly warm-hearted.

"Your car looks good. You can drive back more than ten kilometers. There is a side road there to detour onto Highway 380."

"Thanks, buddy." Jack went back to the car and took two bottles of mineral water, a small bag of bread and oranges and handed them to the truck driver.

"Be careful when crossing the forest path, I heard it's not safe there."

The enthusiastic truck driver leaned half his body out of the cab and loudly reminded him.

"Okay, thanks again." Jack waved at him, returned to the car, turned around and drove back.

Sure enough, within a few minutes of driving back, he saw a dirt road in front of him. He stopped at the intersection, turned on his mobile phone and looked at the electronic map. It was very good. There was no signal or network on the mobile phone, and even the GPS signal seemed to be absent. The path is not marked on the offline map at all.

Along the way, he has deeply realized how bad Laomei’s infrastructure is. As far as the mobile phone network is concerned, once you leave the town, the signal quality is not as good as that of the dilapidated communities where Reese’s incidents forced the signal towers to be demolished.

Sighing, Jack put on the hidden FK7.5 together with the underarm holster that Hannah helped him make, put on a thin coat to barely cover it, and then inserted all three spare magazines into the belt After thinking about it, he stuffed the two boxes of ammunition into the mountaineering bag on the back seat.

I really can't blame him for being cowardly. Although he is afraid of watching horror movies and has never tried any of them, who made Laomei's road horror movies so famous? It is inevitable that you will find several movie clips when you browse the video website. Whichever one you encounter this time, you must always be prepared to convince others with virtue.

Putting down the handbrake, Jack drove the Firebird to start again. This time, he controlled the speed of the car at about 45 kilometers per hour, not daring to go too fast, and carefully observed the surrounding conditions along the way.

Five minutes later, a dilapidated iron house appeared in front of the house, and an old trailer was parked behind the house. Jack stopped the car and looked to the right. This thing might be a gas station, right?
Near the side of the road was a gas pump that was so rusted that it was almost unrecognizable. An old man with the same dirty and tattered appearance as this place was sitting at the door of the iron house, smiling strangely at him with a mouth that only had a few rotten teeth. with.

Jack didn't get out of the car, just looked around, and continued on the road. His gas tank had just been filled, and there were two spare barrels of gasoline in the trunk, enough for him to run from here to Texas.

After driving forward for more than ten minutes, a fork in the road appeared in front of him. There was not even a road sign in the ghostly place. Jack got out of the car and looked around. To be honest, he already regretted taking a detour at this time.

He wasn't worried about those perverted killers and the like. A chainsaw massacre could be done with one shot. It must have entered an explosive state, do you really have to rely on LOL to solve it afterwards? .

The ruts on the dirt road on the left looked relatively fresh, so Jack decided to go to the left as well, in case he could meet someone, maybe he could make a companion and ask for directions or something.

Continuing to maintain a low speed, Jack drove unhurriedly on the dirt road in the forest. As he went deeper into the forest, the dense canopy began to block the sun, and the surrounding temperature gradually dropped from the hot 20 to [-] degrees to more than [-] degrees. The slightly cool mountain breeze blows by, which is refreshing.

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