The American Scripture

On the first day of Donald Danschall’s escape, the town was peaceful, but no one felt calm. They stepped up their guard, including some women who took up guns and arranged them around the town, but no one came in. Here. At night, the town is brightly lit, and high-power lights are hung up at intersections and places where you can enter. Especially at the main intersection, there is a searchlight that constantly shoots around.

Bruce Zhen did not stay in the utility room. The only ones who stayed at home were young children and elderly women, as well as some timid people. They always hid in a place that they believed to be safe when danger was approaching. .

"You can't help!" A voice came from behind Bruce Zhen. He was holding the semi-automatic rifle given to him by Anthony, swaying in the village, and turning his head when he was tired and sitting on a rock. At first glance, it was Old Jack's daughter Rachel Harnett, and she looked at him with a complicated look.

"Maybe it can help!" Bruce Zhen smiled at her.

Rachel approached, she walked slowly to Bruce Zhen, sat down, turned her head and glanced at him: "Who are you? You are a person who makes people feel like they have a big secret. Gerald Baruchel’s internal response or the police’s spy? It’s a coincidence that you are out of reality."

"But don't you still believe me?" Bruce Zhen laughed, "Otherwise you won't say these things to me! But I can tell you that I am your friend, not an enemy!"

"So... what kind of person are you?" This is the second time Rachel asked Bruce? Zhen this.

"I spent a few months without anyone telling me. I just left quietly, just to find out who I am. Of course... I know who I am, I know my name, address, How much money does my family have. But what I am looking for is whether I exist in the vast universe, and who am I..."

"You confused me!" Rachel shrugged and smiled awkwardly. "You mean you know who you are, but you don't know what you should do? This is my understanding, sorry. . I only heard this..."

Bruce Zhen laughed and said, "No, no, this is mine. I didn't make it clear. In fact, this is a kind of exploration of the great justice and minor justice of the universe by Chinese Taoists. Many people are confused that they can't find a breakthrough in it. , I think I’m also one of them now. But these days I seem to have a sense of sudden enlightenment. Fate, doom, struggle, happiness, family, etc., in fact, these are all Taoist subtleties. I understand these. Weiyi, then the great righteousness will be self-evident, suddenly enlightened!"

"Taoism? Very mysterious things. I don't think I can understand these things. I only know that each of us has the right to fight. It's just that... I don't want my father to be so old and have to carry it. An extremely heavy burden. Knowing that the result will not be very satisfactory, I have to fight for it!"

Rachel's tone was with a deep sigh and helplessness. She couldn't persuade her father, let alone make the other party back down, so she could only choose to sigh.

"This is his mission, and he must take it up. If he is allowed to withdraw, then... this is a cruel thing for him. He should appear in such a posture, and this is also the Taoist I said. The slight and great righteousness is consistent." Bruce Zhen smiled as he said, "I like the lion who can maintain the strong when he is old, and I don't like the fighter who has lost his spirit even if he is young!"

"Well, I can't persuade you at all, but... I'm still very happy to chat with you. You are a thoughtful person, at least a little different from us. This is not where you should be. Go, take advantage of this. You can still leave here, leave far away, don't get in." Rachel stood up and said to Bruce Zhen.

"I won't go, I'm just sticking to my way!" Bruce Zhen sat and didn't move, "But... if I can finally see your determination, I will be very satisfied and will solve it. Everything It will be fine, and I know that your persistence is right this time. This is a pure land, and no one wants to pollute such a place."

"I have always been curious, what you said will be resolved, everything will be fine, what does this mean? Have you thought of a solution?" Rachel looked at Bruce Zhen with a glimmer of hope.

"Everything has its roots. You know that I am a person who likes to think. I have really thought a lot during this period of time. Perhaps your town is the last stop of my practice and thinking, because... after I figured out this , I will do something of great significance in my life."

"Is it married?" Rachel said half-jokingly.

"Perhaps, if...she is still waiting for me, then...just get married, maybe get engaged first, I don't know, this kind of thing...I am the first time!" Bruce Zhen smiled.

"You are so young, I would be surprised if you say you are very experienced!" Rachel gave a dry smile, and suddenly lost interest in speaking, got up and left. She walked a little shaky and swayed. Yes, it's like someone who is a little drunk and can hear her singing.

The next day, things really came. The police car came roaring, and this time there were people from the FBI and the National Guard! Sure enough, they came prepared and were able to apply for the deployment of the National Guard, indicating that their background is very hard and they have no intention of giving in to this matter.

The villagers were very nervous. There were obviously more than 30 people holding guns. Female renmen also picked up guns. Some occupied favorable terrain and prepared to shoot snipers. Others stayed at the entrance of the town, using roadblocks to force those long-row vehicles to stop outside the town.

"I'm Sergeant David Bridges, I want to talk to the steward here!" A fat guy with a horn in a police uniform and a 36-year-old Moyo walked to the front of the convoy, facing the town. The person said loudly, "We have come with peaceful sincerity. We have a lot of evidence to arrest you all. But... I can open the net today."

No one in the town answered him. They all looked nervously at this group of uninvited guys, a little bit like the same hatred.

"Okay, one last chance. I need someone to talk to me. If not, we will take coercive measures. If we encounter resistance, we will choose to fight back. This is what I want to say. Is anyone willing to come out and talk to me? !" The fat sheriff shouted. Then he waited for another two minutes, then walked back decisively.

"Wait, I'm the person in charge here!" Old Jack said as he stood up. "If you want to say anything, just speak up. If it is to make us give in and sell our town. Then don't talk about it!"

"You can't win!" The fat sheriff looked ugly at old Jack.

"If you really want to shoot. There will be no winner. You too, you know what it means!" Old Jack said boldly, "Let's go and see!" He pointed his finger at the fat police officer. Then he retreated into the town and hid behind the bunker that was temporarily set up in the town.

Meanwhile, at the Washington headquarters, Donald Quinn was frowning and said nothing. Several supervisors nearby looked at him with breathlessness. . A very critical incident was reported in Montana just now, if it cannot be handled. Keneng will make international jokes and make the United States the laughing stock of a free and democratic society.

"Let the agents involved in the operation keep things under control as much as possible. Everyone can't act rashly, and... immediately investigate who Jack Harnett is and what background does he have."

"Sir!" Several supervisors nodded, and then hurriedly left under Donald's wave. This incident alarmed Washington, and Washington instructed to investigate the cause and effect of the incident.

And in the villa of Dan Mikel in Los Angeles, Mikel was walking around in the room. He was a little excited and said to Gicaro Polk: "I received Zhen’s text message. This is his first Once contacted me proactively, the number has been located, in a small town called Lecce in Montana."

Gicaro was also very happy. He looked at Mikel and said, "What should we do?"

"The content of the short message didn't say anything. It was just a simple greeting, but he left his name. There are no more than five people who know my mobile phone number, and Zhen is one of them. So if I think about it, the other four I would not send me such a short greeting from that place."

"So...we just go to verify?"

"If it is Zhen, remember, convince him to come back! It's that simple!" Mikel looked at Gicaro and smiled, "You know that his return can make us a little easier. He is our reliable backing !"

"I know ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so shall I leave now?"

"Of course, go, go!" Mikel laughed. "Don't go now, don't you wait until he leaves? Remember...take him back as much as you can. Of course...don't force him !"

"Do you think anyone can barely get him?" Gicaro smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Lecce, Montana.

The confrontation on the first day ended with two cautious actions. Then the detectives involved in the action received a message from the headquarters and had to be careful, and then warned the Sheriff David Bridges not to act rashly. There is a commander of the National Guard.

But they have no ability to restrain the whole action. Because there are representatives of the military and government agencies. So they can only guarantee that there will be no conflicts.

The next day's confrontation was still going on, the snow was gone, and the weather became a bit warm. The fat police officer was still tough and asked to be stationed in the town, but he was mercilessly refused. Both sides are a little anxious about the current situation.

"Sir, this is the mayor's order. They ordered us to go in. If we encounter resistance, he said, this group is a mob who flouts the law, and they can be removed by legal means!" At this time, a city government official They drove over in a hurry. Obviously, they knew that someone was going to intervene in this matter, so they wanted to act first and come to a finished reality that made the people in the town have to compromise. (To be continued...)