Chapter 79: Can't Get On the Body / Unable to Possess

"Hello everyone, I'm Reporter Casey, currently following the rescue team heading into the disaster area... right now we're passing through a checkpoint set up by FEMA; many spontaneously organized civilian rescue teams get stopped at these checkpoints, blocked, unable to take a single step into the disaster zone.

However, we are the Twenty-Five Governance Sect's rescue team; without special authorization, FEMA cannot stop us from entering.

Our sect's respected Sect Leader, the Divine Spirit Emissary from the Eastern Mysterious Ancient Religion, Yaozu Chen, is currently holding documents and negotiating with the FEMA checkpoint personnel; I believe we'll be able to enter the disaster area soon and conduct relief operations in the severely affected regions...

Okay, we've been approved to pass; we're now entering the disaster area.

It's clear the FEMA checkpoint officer doesn't want us to enter, but with all the paperwork in order, he can't stop us...

Oh my god, the situation here doesn't look optimistic at all...

The signal isn't great; I'll wait until there's a signal, then upload these video materials to the account..."

A reporter from some Los Angeles TV station, who knows where she got the news, mixed into the rescue team, then handled live streaming when there was signal and recording videos to post online when there wasn't.

The core idea was to expand the influence of this disaster relief by any means necessary; the idea was proposed by Zhou Jiping and approved by Chen Yaozu, and it happened to click perfectly with that female reporter.

And Audrey, currently watching the video in her classroom — after all, the ones organizing the entry into the disaster area were her family; how could she not care? And it wasn't just Chen Yaozu who went; Mom Olivia went too, because Olivia discovered that the number of people in Chen Yaozu's rescue team qualified to carry guns into the disaster area wouldn't exceed 30, yet their rescue team actually had over 500 people, plus dozens of trucks of grain, water, and various supplies.

Olivia, this highly educated woman, had no choice but to dust off her long-dormant New York gun permit and newly procure three civilian rifles, two handguns, and two Remington shotguns, and followed Chen Yaozu into the disaster area.

The heavy responsibility of looking after younger brother and sister temporarily fell on the already-married Audrey; of course this was temporary, and Principal Wood had obtained authorization and was also the temporary guardian.

Originally Chen Yaozu didn't want his cheap mother-in-law tagging along, but seeing the several long guns and short cannons she lugged out, he shut his mouth.

His hands were itchy! He'd had the temporary green card for so long, yet he'd never thought to go get a gun permit.

But getting a gun permit in California is troublesome, really troublesome, lots of red tape, not like other states.

However, a California gun permit works in 27 states nationwide, while permits from other easy-to-get states aren't recognized by many other states.

So he never went to get one! Too much hassle!

Precisely because of this, his forty-nine Protector Disciples, disciples of the former Fuzhou Gang Los Angeles Hall, added together only had about twenty people with legal Los Angeles gun permits.

Moreover, most held non-restricted permits, meaning they could only legally purchase handguns and shotguns.

But that's understandable — former gangsters, after all!

Everything's legal now, why act like a gang? Pulling out your legally purchased gun during a gunfight, isn't that courting death?

Your bullet casings would directly lay the evidence before the police.

So once he now needed to conduct legal activities, and these disciples needed to legally use firearms, the gun permits became a bit tight.

Now his mother-in-law held a New York gun permit, allowing civilian rifles, shotguns, and handguns, and not just one each — she could legally possess several simultaneously.

Just her alone boosted the whole team's firepower by several notches.

Precisely because Olivia went to the disaster area with Chen Yaozu, Audrey, whenever she had free time outside of class, would go watch the videos Casey posted online, wanting to see where Chen Yaozu and Mom had reached.

Watching many civilian rescue teams blocked outside the disaster area while Chen Yaozu's religious rescue team passed through smoothly, the corner of Audrey's mouth curled up slightly.

What "slightly" — she simply couldn't suppress it at all.

"So that's your PE teacher husband leading the disaster relief team?"

At some point, a blonde girl stood beside Audrey, chewing gum with a face full of contempt.

"My sister said, anyone who goes to do disaster relief is a Nazi, a Nazi! Because those several disaster-stricken states are all Big Gold Hair's supporters, and Big Gold Hair's supporters are nationalists.

And Democrats are Nazis, so anyone rescuing them is also a Nazi.

Your PE teacher husband goes to rescue them, then your whole family are Nazis too!" To Eastern ears, the word "Nazi" might not sound all that terrible.

But to Westerners, that word means evil, means filth, on par with toilets, sewers, or sewer rats.

Could you tolerate someone pointing at you cursing you as a toilet, sewer, or rat? Obviously not!

Not to mention this blonde girl usually didn't get along with Audrey, had even fought with her friends — this is public school.

America's public schools, few can study seriously; Port Watert still retained some foundation because it had just converted from a private management model.

So the usual friction was just verbal spats.

But today's verbal spat actually called Audrey and her entire family Nazis — that was crossing a line into filth.

Audrey couldn't hold back for a moment, grabbed the blonde girl by the front of her clothes and lifted her in one motion, pinning her against the wall: "Listen here, idiot, I don't care which faction you support, what ideology or creed you have.

But my family is right: we are human beings first, then factions.

If factional struggle makes you indifferent to disaster victims, solely for votes, then that faction isn't worth supporting.

Because it has lost the most basic human nature!

Understand? Idiot!"

At this very moment.

Far away in the Six-State Disaster Zone, Chen Yaozu was also saying this sentence.

Because, after he arrived at this severely affected city, he immediately organized manpower to clear roads blocked by wind-blown garbage and the rubble of various houses.

In terms of organizational ability, Chen Yaozu discovered that Zhou Jiping, this domestic teacher, was actually more capable than the mayor of an American city with 15,000 population.

Zoning areas, prioritizing urgency, registering all willing workers, then deploying them to clear the rubble or roads that needed clearing to ensure timely traffic flow.

Collecting and burying those crushed to death, drowned, or hit by cars.

Simultaneously, helping salvage usable food and daily necessities from the rubble.

And ensuring clean water sources — this required using the bleaching powder from their carried supplies.

And several large pots responsible for boiling water.

Locals had been doing these tasks before, but without order, a mess, no organization, no discipline.

But now, Chen Yaozu's people, guaranteed by high wages of over 200-300 dollars daily, the enthusiasm and energy unleashed by the discipline of 500-plus people was incomparable.

Using these people as the backbone, organizing a loose sand of Americans for disaster relief, moving a big ball with a small lever, they surprisingly managed to establish four decent city gathering areas in just two days.

Especially with him at the lead, the figures of the forty-nine Protector Disciples wearing Taoist robes appeared at various positions in the disaster area.

In the absence of medicine, machines, electricity, and all modern means, using Acupuncture Technique to very quickly treat some treatable colds and minor common illnesses caused by the disaster, letting disaster victims recognize this purple and cyan-black Eastern religious attire.

However, disaster area recovery of normal order — there's always someone displeased watching!

Sure enough, Chen Yaozu had just spoken with Ceng Hongbing on the phone, learned that his rented helicopter had flown over, found the people, delivered the medicine and garbage bags to the right place, and then on his end he also saw a Chinook helicopter appear over his camp's airspace.

Does this son of a bitch want to smash these tents again? He finally couldn't help it, and summoned the Brazilian female ghost: "Go, possess him, smash that helicopter!"

The female ghost flew out, and instantly flew back: "He has military authority on him, though it's not pure, I can't possess him..."

(Chapter End)