Chapter 410: Only I Can Use the Law Chapter 410: Knight Order (3)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The modified Toyota Coaster raced wildly along a highway outside Mexico City, with Wen Li driving, Chen Yi in the passenger seat, and three stimulated Qiang Ren slumped limply like slime in the comfortable chairs, their weapons loosely slung across their waists.

Chinese people making a living in Mexico, apart from the unlucky ones, were mostly manual laborers; owning guns was a last resort, and selling their lives was best avoided. Poisonous drug lords like Stam, who could quiet crying children, could likewise quiet them.

Five kilometers out of the city, the Qiang Ren still couldn't straighten their backs. Wen Li said rather embarrassedly, "Hall Master, today was really too stimulating. If there's a chance in the future, send them to the Martial Arts Hall for some training, and their courage will come out."

Chen Yi said lightly, "It's fine. If they had the courage to sell their lives, they might as well have become drug dealers. I don't ask you to seize much territory; just complete the work."

Wen Li quickly agreed. Racial discrimination in Mexico was no less severe. For Chinese people to carve out territory in Reynosa, apart from genocide, there was only population import. He dared not use either.

At the farm, two of the three Qiang Ren finally recovered, like newborn fawns, softly getting off the vehicle and leaning against corn piles in a daze.

Like new recruits, the machine-gun fire in their ears made them think of death, even fantasize about death, causing their stomachs to turn sour and their muscles to stiffen. This fear was not without reason, but came from hereditary genes in the human evolutionary process, as if a primitive human on a boundless grassland saw a cheetah; he had three choices: run away, fight bravely, or stand motionless with stiff muscles as if dead. Humans who chose the first two all died; only the last kind was qualified to pass on his genes. So, when in some stories humans encounter a bear and stand motionless playing dead, it doesn't necessarily rely on indomitable will and breath-holding ability, but can also rely on the omniscient and omnipotent hereditary genes, stiffening there, waiting for the bear to choose whether to allow him to continue passing on his genes.

Every choice causes a consequence; every person's current state is caused by his choices.

"The newly recruited candidates are inside." Wen Li came around from the front of the vehicle and took the safety off his submachine gun.

"Go in." Chen Yi scanned the surrounding environment.

The Mexican wilderness was the domain of cacti. Inside the farm, it was the domain of corn. Outside Reynosa, besides sugarcane and cotton, the most planted were various corns that looked the same but were actually different; at first glance, they somewhat resembled the rural scenery of Shaanbei in China.

However, compared to Chinese farmers, Mexicans were much wealthier. Mexicans with farms had considerable but unstable income, while farmers working as hired hands lived even worse. Under the influence of liberalism, many farmhands chose to smuggle or immigrate to the United States; if they couldn't go, they would plant drugs to harm their compatriots in the United States... In this regard, domestic farmers seemed more conscious.

Fifty-seven South Americans sat or stood in the barn, showing complex and incomprehensible expressions toward the Chinese person who pushed open the door.

"Because we're taking them away today, they're gathered together." Wen Li explained softly, "Smugglers coming to Reynosa all want to go to the United States. These people are penniless commoners."

"How much does smuggling cost?"

"At least 300 dollars as a deposit, but they need to work in sweatshops in the United States for several years. 9000 dollars is the price for free smuggling, and there's even a bottle of mineral water on the way." Afraid Chen Yi wouldn't understand, Wen Li continued, "9000 dollars is ten years of savings for an ordinary Mexican; they have to sell some property to scrape it together. Snakeheads doing this kind of business are hard to deal with now; many people are afraid that after going, they won't be able to wash swimming pools, but instead be tricked into sweatshops."

"What are your conditions?"

"According to your requirements, the Hall doesn't require a deposit, but those being smuggled must guarantee to work for five years, during which they cannot make phone calls, only write letters."

Needless to say, such an attitude would arouse suspicion—the "Hall Chen" was indeed worth suspecting. They ultimately sent those wanting to smuggle to the United States or Canada to the West Continent, and whether they could return after five years depended on their performance. Until now, West River Water Fortress had not given a clear statement on treatment for foreigners. Under these circumstances, Chen Yi asking Wen Li to recruit 300 workers with certain skills was obviously very difficult. Wen Li also hoped Chen Yi could understand his difficulties.

Chen Yi pretended not to understand, but stood before a group of people and asked in Spanish, "Among you, those who can drive automobiles, come to the left side."

When he spoke in a commanding tone, a more or less "awe-inspiring strike" effect naturally arose. The Spaniards, originally in a weak position, made their choice without the slightest resistance.

"Those who can operate agricultural machinery or repair machinery, also come to the left side."

The South Americans present realized the employer was selecting people, and immediately someone shouted in very localized English, "I know English, I know English."

"Do you know Chinese?"

This person said nothing.

Chen Yi secretly laughed twice.

On the West Continent, the use of English was truly no less widespread than Spanish.

A total of 33 people stood on the left side; a few seconds later, several more people moved from the right side to the left side.

Chen Yi coughed once and said, "There will be an assessment before departure."

So those few people moved from the left side back to the right side.

"Those who have worked in industrial, mining, and enterprises? Don't lie to me, otherwise you'll be sent back just the same."

This time only two people stepped forward. Chen Yi asked again, but they were all from boring stone-related enterprises.

"Ask the rest if they have any special skills; otherwise, send them back."

Wen Li said reluctantly, "They can learn after arriving anyway, it'll be quick."

"If it's just about being human, why would I look for Mexicans?" Chen Yi said and left the dry barn. He actually didn't want too many Mexicans, so that the Chinese people of West River Water Fortress couldn't control them. But in the process of developing mines, he didn't want to use too many Chinese people either, because mining was very dangerous and hard work. Generally speaking, the heavier the exploitation, the higher the efficiency. If he chose to exploit his own countrymen, unless he exploited them to death, they would eventually integrate into the Chinese collective of West River Water Fortress, bringing some bad results. It was better to use white-skinned Mexicans; as long as they saw their skin color and heard their voices, they could prevent their integration. Just like Americans using black slaves; perhaps after a few generations, letting them integrate into the big family of West River Water Fortress wouldn't be bad. Or simply handle it like Indian reservations, which could solve the problem of exploitation aftereffects.

Wen Li had no choice but to disperse the remaining 22 South Americans according to Chen Yi's requirements.

After a while, they silently left the barn.

Even smuggling was not such an easy thing, especially for these South Americans who wanted to rely on the path blazed by predecessors to go to the United States for a new life, even lacking the spirit of self-exploration. Whether among Mexicans, in the United States, or on the West Continent, they were destined to be exploited.

"I'll wait for you here for one day. Tomorrow at this time, I want to see 300 Mexicans meeting the requirements. Go." Chen Yi gazed at the cornfield ahead. The flowing light and the distorted landscape under the steaming heat gave an illusion of bizarre beauty—beautiful, yet with a heat that made one want to just die.

Wen Li's forehead was covered in sweat. Before he could wipe it, he shouted, "Hall Master, one day's time, I can't get 300 people."

"Go ahead and get them with peace of mind. If anyone dares to give you trouble, come find me."

"What if... the government gets involved?"

"Something even drug lords dare not meddle in, and the government dares to meddle? You think too highly of them."

Wen Li was helpless and had to return to the city as instructed.

Chen Yi sat cross-legged by the roadside, seemingly cultivating yet not cultivating, brooding, while simultaneously observing the exotic foreign scenery outside.

Previously, when he came to Mexico, he came and went in a hurry, almost never leaving the city. The outskirts were still quite different, especially the tall cacti growing wantonly. Where they grew, there were no crops, like scarecrows kicked in the head by donkeys, always guarding fields that didn't need guarding, scaring their enemies' enemies, as if they couldn't show their existence otherwise.

As soon as Wen Li returned to the Chen Family Hall, he summoned all the Qiang Ren. They came quickly; they had all heard the news that the Chen Family was demonstrating against Stam. Chinese people familiar with Mexico felt they were doomed, gathering together to prepare for resistance while also arranging their families' afterlife matters.

Wen Li couldn't change their minds, so he only commanded according to Chen Yi's requirements: "All of you, bring your guns. We're going to 45th Street."

"That's the snakeheads' territory. What are we going there for?"

"To put up advertisements. Little Er, go get some paint. Everyone, paint my phone number, starting from the walls of 45th Street." Wen Li, as a Martial Arts Hall Student, received a stipend and salary, plus an overseas allowance, almost equivalent to the income of teachers on the West Continent. Therefore, he was determined to do things for Chen Yi—if he lost this job, to earn that amount again, he'd have to work for drug lords.

The newly opened hall had no other factions inside. Seeing Wen Li's submachine gun and thinking of the formidable strength he usually displayed, everyone quietly began to organize their equipment.

Twenty-one people gathered together, plucking up their courage to go to 45th Street.

Six people got out of the vehicles to paint slogans, while the remaining four vehicles guarded all sides.

It looked orderly, but Wen Li knew that if a fight broke out, half of them would run away on the spot.

However, the snakehead lackeys, who usually caused trouble when there was nothing happening, today were like they had been beheaded, hiding in the windows of nearby buildings watching, and not a single one came out.

Wen Li kept urging them on, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

Just then, a middle-aged man who seemed old and feeble appeared before Wen Li and said, "Is it that once you have 300 people, you'll leave?"

"We need 300 useful ones." Wen Li hesitated, then stated the requirements for the mine and the drivers.

The old man said in English, "Understood. Come find me in a week. The wall doesn't need painting anymore."

"A week won't work, I must finish by tomorrow." Wen Li hurriedly said.

The old man thought for a moment, then agreed.

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