Chapter 881 - Defense Adjustment

Because of Hill’s refugee policy, the West Coast, far from the political center, played a very awkward role. Tens of thousands of refugees not only didn’t bring any substantial benefits to Cali, but they seriously worsened the security in the state.

The only benefit was simply improving the employment rate.

Yes, the employment rate did rise. Among the refugees, the hard-working ones only made up a small minority. Most people belonged to the lazy class. Even though mainstream society still sympathized with these people because of political correctness, the “victims” on the West Coast didn’t buy it.

Although Hill lost Cali’s votes, this loss was insignificant compared to the number of supporters she gained. After all, Cali was more supportive of Donny, and her ballet warehouse was concentrated on the East Coast.

Of course, merely receiving a green card didn’t mean they had the right to vote. Only by obtaining citizenship could they cast their “holy” ballots for their trusted president in the general election. But it didn’t matter; the Hill government was working hard to resolve this problem.

Just let the refugees become citizens before the next election…

The group who was the most dissatisfied with Hill’s policies was undoubtedly the Jewish community.

The long-standing conflicts between the two sides hadn’t been entirely religious. This hatred had long been integrated into the blood of both sides. There was the war which resulted in the separation, the defeat in the BC era which led to their ousting, and they wandered for more than two thousand years. It wasn’t until the French Revolution when the status of Jews in Europe improved. It wasn’t until more than thirty years after World War II when they finally returned to their spiritual home.

It wasn’t difficult to understand the hatred between the two. Just imagine the grudge between China and Japan magnified tenfold.

Not all Jews were members of Freemasonry, but both the Freemasonry and Jews were definitely staunch opponents of Hill’s refugee policies.

On October 25th, the terrorist attack on Venice Street in Los Santos wasn’t accidental, but it was an attack planned by the nation’s far right. A Hispanic youth born in Utah placed ten pounds of explosives in a trash can along with 200 steel balls wrapped in plastic bags.

When the demonstration team passed by, he pressed the detonation button with his cell phone.

It was easy to imagine what kind of damage this kind of bomb would cause in the crowd.

“This is a disaster. Sob . We’re just expressing our opinion. Those racist people will go this far to commit such heinous crimes! Despicable!” In an interview with a CBS reporter, one woman from Libya said in tears.

His phone placed on the roof of the car, Lawrence leaned against the door and gnawed at his burger while coldly watching the screen.

To put it bluntly, as an FBA senior official, his political position should be closely aligned to the Capital’s, but he had no sympathy for these people from the bottom of his heart.

At that moment, a car stopped beside him. A man in a suit and tie stepped out from the car, carrying a black briefcase in hand as he swiftly approached him.

Lawrence stuffed the last bit of his burger in his mouth and swallowed it down with Coke. He turned off his cell phone and looked at his colleague as he said nicely, “Mr. William, what brings you here?”

Michael William, Director, Los Santos Police Department. Although a completely separate organization, due to work needs, the director often contacted people in both the FBA and CIB systems.

Like most UA citizens, Mr. William was straight to the point.

“The case from a few days ago ran into some problems. We originally believed it was a lone wolf attack, but the evidence that was subsequently collected reversed our previous speculation. Lawrence, we need your help.”

Lawrence glanced at the embassy next to him.

“Unfortunately, I’m working for the Capital now.”

“Oh, God, what else is more important than the security of the UA?!” Michael said earnestly. “This attack is different. Some people in the country are deliberately provoking opposition between refugees and UA citizens and preventing them from integrating into our society.”

Lawrence almost laughed when he heard that.

[Opposition? Are they worth the effort of provoking? Prevent? Do you have to get on your knees and ask them to come in for us to be welcoming?]

Of course, he wasn’t stupid enough to bring his personal feelings into his work.

After a moment of deliberation, Lawrence said, “It’s better that you contact the Los Santos FBA branch. I have other tasks now—”

Michael raised his hand and stopped him. He took a document from his briefcase and handed it to him.

Lawrence looked at the file in his hands and raised his eyebrows.

The FBA branch in Los Santos was tight on staff. It was also common practice to move people from the Capital to assist local authorities in big cases like terrorism. If it involved overseas affairs, the CIB was usually sent. If it only involved domestic affairs, help usually came from the FBA.

At the same time, it was proposed to enhance the security of Jiang Chen. After all, the security of this important guest was related to the friendship between the two countries.

For this, the CIB proposed a compromise.

The security work of Jiang Chen would be shared by both the CIB and the FBA. Half the FBA agents replaced would be moved to the recent terrorism case. The Silicon Valley Summit planned for a week later would also be jointly planned by the Los Santos police and the CIB.

There was no problem with this document; it was only a slight adjustment to Jiang Chen’s security plan.

However, he didn’t know why, but he had a strange feeling that something was unusual.

Being in this position for so long, he wasn’t a kind of idiot without political sense.

“I need to make a phone call to the Capital,” said Lawrence.

“Do it as soon as possible,” Michael said with seriousness.

…

After returning to the apocalypse, Jiang Chen went straight to Lin Lin’s laboratory and handed the memory card on the tactical helmet to her.

“I want to know what this is.” After pulling up the photograph taken at noon, Jiang Chen pointed at the giant radar and asked Lin Lin with confusion.

Lin Lin just glanced at the picture. The electronic eye quickly flashed through a string of data streams. She was trying to match this object to something that appeared in “history.” She pouted and said with a clear lack of interest, “It’s just a large radio telescope.”

“A telescope?” Jiang Chen was somewhat surprised.

[This doesn’t look like a telescope at all. Isn’t that a radar?]

“You don’t just think a telescope is called a telescope because it has a lens, right?” Lin Lin glared at Jiang Chen.

“Well, that’s what I thought.” Jiang Chen facepalmed. He paused for a moment then asked, “What does this thing do?”

“It’s mainly used to detect electromagnetic waves in the universe. Don’t view it as just a bowl; there are countless radar arrays inside. Any faint electromagnetic wave can be captured by this to be screened and filtered. It can be considered an early extraterrestrial civilization detector.” Lin Lin commented on the picture.

[Extraterrestrial Civilization Detector?]

Jiang Chen’s expression was a bit odd.

In this case, Area 51 was indeed related to so-called aliens. However, according to Lin Lin’s disapproving attitude, this original “telescope” apparently didn’t capture a record of extraterrestrial civilization… at least in this timeline.