Chapter 606 Contact

On the first day of Donna Deschanel's escape, the town was very calm, but no one felt calm. They stepped up their vigilance, including some women, who took up guns and set up around the town, but no one came to attack. here. It was night, and the town was brightly lit. High-power lights were hung at the intersections and places where people could come in. Especially at the main intersection, there was a searchlight that continuously swept around.

Bruce Zhen didn't stay in the utility room. Only children, old women, and some timid people stayed at home. They always hide in places they think are safe when danger is approaching, avoiding disasters .

"You can't help!" A voice came from behind Bruce Zhen. He was wandering around the village with a semi-automatic rifle that Anthony gave him. When he was tired from walking and sat on a stone, he turned his head. At first glance, it was Old Jack's daughter Rachel Hartnett. She looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Maybe I can help you!" Bruce Zhen smiled at her.

Rachel approached, she walked slowly beside Bruce Zhen, sat down, and turned to look at him: "Who are you? You are a person who seems to have a big secret, yes Gerald Baruchel's insider or the police's spy? Your presence is too coincidental."

"But don't you still believe me?" Bruce Zhen laughed, "Otherwise you wouldn't have said these things to me! But I can tell you, I am your friend, definitely not your enemy!"

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

"I spent several months without telling anyone. I just ran away quietly, just to find out who I am. Of course... I know who I am, I know my name, address, How much money do my relatives have. But what I am looking for is whether I exist in the vast universe, who am I..."

"You confused me!" Rachel shrugged her shoulders and smiled awkwardly, "You mean you know who you are, but you don't know what you should do? That's my understanding, I'm sorry .I just heard this..."

Bruce Zhen smiled and said: "No, no, this is mine. I didn't make it clear. In fact, this is a Chinese Taoist exploration of the great meaning and subtle meaning of the universe. Many people are confused and can't find a breakthrough in it. , I think I am one of them now. But these days I seem to have a feeling of enlightenment. Fate, bad luck, struggle, happiness, family, etc., in fact, these are one of the subtle meanings of Taoism, understand these Small righteousness, then great righteousness will be self-evident, suddenly enlightened!"

"Taoism? It's a very mysterious thing. I don't think I can understand it. I only know that each of us has the right to fight. It's just... I don't want my father to carry this burden at such an old age." It is an extremely heavy burden. I know that the result will not be very satisfactory, but I still want to fight for it!"

Rachel's tone was filled with deep sighs and helplessness. She had no way to persuade her father, let alone make him back down, so she could only choose to sigh.

"This is his mission, and he must undertake it. If he is allowed to withdraw, then... this is a cruel thing for him. He should appear in such a posture, which is also in line with the Taoism I mentioned. The small meaning and the big meaning are consistent." Bruce Zhen smiled as he said, "I like lions who can maintain their majesty when they are old, and I don't like fighters who have lost their vigor even when they are 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 the place for you to come, go, leave here while you still can, leave far away, don't get involved. "Rachel stood up and said to Bruce Zhen.

"I won't go, I'm just sticking to my way!" Bruce Zhen sat without moving, "But... if I can finally see your determination, I will be very satisfied, it will be resolved, everything Everything will be fine, and I know that this time your insistence is right, this is a pure land, no one wants to pollute such a place."

"I've always been curious. What do you mean by saying that it will be resolved and everything will be fine? 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. During this period of time, I have indeed thought a lot. Maybe your town is the last stop of my practice and thinking, because...after thinking about this , I will do something of great significance in my life.”

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

"Maybe, if...she is still waiting for me, then... let's get married, maybe get engaged first, I don't know, this kind of thing...it's my first time!" Bruce Zhen smiled.

"You are so young, I would be surprised if you said you are very experienced!" Rachel smiled dryly, suddenly lost interest in speaking, got up and left, she walked a little unsteadily, staggering Yes, like someone who is a little drunk, and can still hear her singing.

The next day, it really happened. The police car roared over, and this time there were people from the FBI and the National Guard! Sure enough, they came prepared, and they were able to apply for the transfer of the National Guard, which showed that their background was very strong, and they had no intention of backing down on this matter.

The villagers were very nervous. There were obviously more than thirty people with guns. The women also picked up guns. Some occupied favorable terrain and were ready to shoot. Others stayed at the entrance of the town and used roadblocks to force the long queues of vehicles to stop outside the town.

"I'm Sergeant David Bridges. I want to talk to the manager here!" A fat man in his thirties, wearing a police uniform, walked to the front of the convoy with a loudspeaker, and spoke to the people in the town. The man said loudly, "We came here with peace and sincerity. We have a lot of evidence to arrest you all. But... today I can make an exception."

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

"Okay, last chance. I need someone to talk to me, if not, we will take force, if there is resistance, we will choose to fight back, that's all I have to say, does anyone want to come out and talk to me !” The Fat Sheriff yelled. Then waited for another two minutes, and walked back decisively.

"Wait, I'm the person in charge here!" Old Jack said and stood up. "If you want to say something, feel free to speak up. If you want us to give in and sell our town, then don't talk about it!"

"You can't win!" The fat sheriff looked very badly at Old Jack.

"If you really want to shoot, there is no winner. You are the same, you know what it will mean!" Old Jack also said boldly, "Let's wait and see!" He pointed to the fat police officer with his finger, Then he retreated into the town and hid behind the temporary bunker built in the town.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters in Washington, Donald Quinn was frowning and saying nothing. Several executives next to him watched him with breathless concentration. . A very critical incident was reported in Montana just now, if it is not dealt with. Just keneng will make an international joke and make the United States the laughing stock of a free and democratic society.

"Let the detectives involved in the operation control the matter as much as possible, so that no one can act rashly, and... Immediately investigate who Jack Harnett is, and whether he has any background."

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

And in Dan Mikel's villa in Los Angeles, Mikel was walking up and down the room, and he said excitedly to Gikaro Polk: "I received a text message from Zhen, this is his first time. One initiative to contact me, the number has been located, it is a small town called Lecce in Montana."

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

"The content of the short message didn't explain anything, it was just a simple greeting, but he left his name. I know no more than five people with this mobile phone number, and Zhen is one of them, so if I think, the other four No one would send me a greeting text from that place."

"So...we're just going to check?"

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

"I know, so shall I go now?"

"Of course, go, go!" Mikel laughed loudly, "If you don't go now, why don't you go after he leaves? Remember... bring him back as much as possible. Of course...you can't force him !"

"Do you think anyone else can force him?" Gikaro shook his head with a wry smile.

Lecce, Montana.

The confrontation on the first day ended with two cautious actions. Then the detectives involved in the operation received the news from the headquarters and had to be careful, and then warned Sergeant David Bridges not to act rashly. There are commanders of the National Guard.

But they have no ability to restrain the whole action. Because there are also representatives of the military and government agencies. So they can only guarantee that they will not start a conflict.

The confrontation on the second day was still going on, the snow had disappeared, and the weather had become a little warmer. The fat police officer still had a tough attitude and asked to be stationed in the town, but was ruthlessly refused. Both sides became 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 that this group is a mob who flouts the law. They can be cleared by legal means!" At this time, an official of the city government 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 the reality of the doneness made the people in the town have to compromise. (to be continued...)