Chapter 81: I Want to Chat with You for a Bit

But in the end, Andrew Johnson still didn't dare to be tougher in front of this National Guard major; after all, the other side carried guns, arrived in armored vehicles, and had military helicopters flying in the sky.

What do you have to be tough with them? Your head? However, he also knew that the toughness Mr. Chen Yaozu spoke of wasn't telling him to confront the National Guard head-on, but to dare to lodge a protest with the other side.

Johnson, a man elected on hot air, how could he dare speak tough words to a gun muzzle? He could only answer whatever the other side asked.

Just saying, this helicopter was circling in the sky yesterday, then suddenly crashed; everyone on site waiting for food saw it.

This major had others question other witnesses as well, and only after confirming his helicopter hadn't been attacked did he walk over to the people surveying the scene.

"Any problem?"

The professionals surveying the wreckage on site can tell from this pile of scrap iron before them whether this helicopter crashed due to an attack or some other cause.

As for the black box, that has to be taken back for specialized personnel to conduct data analysis.

They being on site is to have a preliminary judgment.

The survey personnel answered: "Sorry, sir, so far no traces of weapon attack have been seen on the wreckage; only by taking the black box back for analysis can a final conclusion be reached.

However, the high probability is improper operation!"

The major looked back at the disaster victims gazing into the distance over there, then glanced at the motorcade on the edge of this gathering area, and ordered the guards beside him: "Go find the person in charge of that church rescue team and bring them over!"

Chen Yaozu was summoned, but not to the rubble side; instead he was directly led to beside that major's command vehicle.

"You are the person in charge of this church rescue team?"

The major raised his head and asked.

Chen Yaozu nodded, answering neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Yes, sir, is there a problem?"

The other party raised his head, looked him up and down: "Eastern people's church?"

"Yes, sir, we don't call it a church; we call it the Go To Gate." Chen Yaozu still had the leisure to correct the other party's terminology.

The other party set down the coffee cup in his hand, stood up, and pressed close to within two feet of him: "Listen, no matter what church this is! I now announce that this disaster victim camp has been taken over by me. To prevent any misunderstandings, I demand your motorcade leave this city.

Sutter City's disaster relief work no longer needs you Eastern churches to worry about.

Compared to Sutter City, further east there are more cities damaged more severely by the typhoon, especially along the coast, and in the direction of Florida.

That place needs you more!"

These are all bullshit; can these people do disaster relief? Chen Yaozu had been here these few days and already knew long ago that these National Guard had been nearby for a while, but they were guarding some banks and wealthy people's private property, saying they were worried someone would go loot.

As for disaster relief, waiting for these National Guard, that would be waiting until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

But the other side's meaning was very obvious: this city no longer welcomed his own rescue motorcade, even if it was a religious rescue team.

Of course, you can also not leave; after all, no state's law would refuse a religious rescue team.

There is no explicit law.

But if you really don't leave, whether your personnel and supplies will suffer attacks from unknown villains, that is unknown.

So, Chen Yaozu understood; the other side was now being polite before resorting to force.

As long as you leave my jurisdiction, the rest I don't care about you.

"Okay, sir, I'll have the motorcade leave for another city right away! But I'm curious, may I ask a question?"

Chen Yaozu smiled mildly without arguing, instead expressing his compliance with the arrangement, but at the end he wanted to bury a hook.

The other party didn't think too much; facing his mild smile, he couldn't well refuse this Eastern person's question, so he nodded: "You can ask, but I have the right not to answer!"

"Can not answer!"

Chen Yaozu never intended to get an answer anyway: "I heard that each state's National Guard are that state's armed forces, and their composition is also that state's own civilians.

That is to say, all of you have many relatives, friends, and family members also among the crowds affected by this disaster.

Don't they worry about their family not getting relief locally?"

The major's face "shua" turned ugly.

Chen Yaozu left after speaking, found Mayor Johnson to explain the reasons, left behind a portion of bleaching powder so he could guarantee clean water sources, then called the personnel to assemble.

After all personnel returned, the motorcade slowly departed in the setting sun, heading east all the way; the motorcade's shadow stretched very far under the setting sun's illumination.

"Mr. Mayor, why did they leave? They left, what do we do?"

A woman standing beside Johnson asked somewhat bewilderedly.

Johnson scratched his neck, glanced at the National Guard major watching all this from the small hill, and said helplessly: "In these two days they were here, they've already cleared the river channels and drained the sewage, cleaned up the house rubble so you can go inside the houses to get your urgently needed things.

This is already the best they could do. As for food, I believe since the National Guard drove them away, they certainly have arrangements for our food."

Johnson didn't dare say he could definitely get food from the National Guard, but a sentence kept lingering in his mind: must dare to struggle...

The woman said somewhat hesitantly:

"But when they were still here, it felt like we did things with great confidence, with great order, very safe.

But now they've left, it's like they've drawn the courage out of my body!

The National Guard can't give us this sense of security either!

Can they be like these clergy and help us solve problems?"

Mayor Johnson was somewhat silent; this question he also didn't know how to answer.

Chen Yaozu's motorcade departure had no disaster victims come out to line up and see them off.

Even though these few days they could get food here, and would clean up rubble and such under the leadership of the motorcade's religious personnel, counting as familiar.

At this moment, the disaster victims only had bewilderment and at a loss.

Watching the departing motorcade, this city's people should remember this mysterious Eastern religion's Purple-robed Archbishop and the clergy in cyan-black divine robes, including the five hundred Eastern people they led.

"Alun, have you heard these clergy introduce their religion? I want to believe them!

That must be a sacred and compassionate sect!"

"No, I don't even know which sect this Purple-robed Archbishop belongs to right now!"

Watching the departing motorcade, by the rubble edge, a few people were voicing sentiments.

They of course knew why the religious motorcade would leave; no need to guess, just look at those National Guard standing on high ground and you know the reason.

So they didn't resent the religious convoy for abandoning them, but instead wanted to ask others if they knew what the Purple-robed Archbishop's religious sect was called? This was a very strange phenomenon.

No one had ever heard that Purple-robed Archbishop and those clergy in cyan-black divine robes introduce their own religion.

They just silently did things, earnestly and diligently rescuing this disaster-stricken city and people, yet seemingly never thought about wanting repayment.

"Right! I still don't know what their religious sect is called!"

When asked, Alan reflected on it and felt that the people of this mysterious Eastern Religion were actually more genuine than those who did a tiny bit of things yet frantically marketed their own religious sect's ideology.

More worthy of trust!

However, to the National Guard Major's disappointment:

The Eastern People left, and this city did not revert to decadence; these people were ultimately still influenced by those Eastern People.

Besides children who couldn't work, everyone, after those Eastern Religion rescue personnel left, still preserved the regulations these people left behind.

Cooperation, mutual aid, orderly planning, what should be done where, what is lacking where, can temporarily cooperate together, resources complementing each other, personnel complementing each other.

Johnson stood in the sunset, recalling what that clergy member named Zhou Jiping had said, that this was an operating method like the Eastern Cooperative Commune.

This method in abundant times might not necessarily be easy to use in every place.

But if in order collapse, when disaster arrives it is the most effective operating self-rescue model, bar none.

Now it looks like, this sentence isn't wrong at all.

What Sutter City people are doing now, although a bit slower compared to when Eastern People were leading them to do it, the regulations are there, everything is still orderly and smooth.

"A great philosopher once said: Believe in the power of the masses, as long as you mobilize their enthusiasm, there's actually no disaster that can't be dealt with! Don't overestimate disaster, and don't underestimate the power of the masses, no matter who the enemy is!"

That Purple-robed Archbishop's admonition, the more one reflects on it, the more correct it feels.

News of the mysterious Eastern Religion being active in the disaster area cannot be suppressed.

Moreover, every place they went to, after stabilizing electricity and building the camp, that Reporter Casey would also edit the video footage she recorded along the way and spread it to Ma Kaiyuan's Twitter and the Eastern People's TT Platform.

These videos initially had no traffic, later they did, TT Platform even gave traffic support, and more and more people also began paying attention to the situation here.

Twitter gave no traffic, even had a bit of throttling.

However, on the 12th day of entering the disaster area, Chen Yaozu suddenly received a phone call.

"Hello, Mr. Purple-robed Archbishop, I am Ma Kaiyuan, can I chat two sentences with you?"

(Chapter End)