The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Jack ended up having dinner at a Mexican restaurant. The gravy tacos and Sonoran hot dogs were OK, but he didn't expect Mexicans to like cilantro in addition to chili.

Considering that most of the southern states border Mexico, it is estimated that he will continue to be attacked by cilantro in the future.

After a nice night's sleep in the hotel, Jack first renewed his room for one night, and then drove to the northern suburbs of Tucson. There is a peculiar building complex here, consisting of several steel-structured glass buildings of different shapes, like It is an oversized glass greenhouse.

This is the so-called ‘Biosphere II’ experiment in remaking the earth that has been exaggerated by countless street literature and marketing accounts.

Just like the world that Jack came from, this world's 'Biosphere II' also failed. It is now owned by the University of Arizona and is used as an ecological research and teaching base. It is also a good tourist attraction.

In his opinion, this large greenhouse covering an area of ​​13,000 square meters is a relatively meaningful small "wonder". Like the moon landing project, it can in a sense represent the beautiful country in that golden period.

After spending two hours visiting the man-made environment in Biosphere II, Jack, who had satisfied his childhood fantasy, drove on to the southeastern suburbs of Tucson.

Next it was time to fulfill his youthful dream, watch airplanes.

This is a large apron covering an area of ​​12 square kilometers, with more than 20,000 aircraft placed inside, from B-17 Flying Fortress to F-117 to F-14. It is the largest and only aircraft cemetery in the world.

Jack spent a whole day here and was so addicted that he reluctantly returned to Tucson until dark.

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After setting off from Tucson again, Jack spent a day arriving in Las Cruces, a small city in New Mexico. After a night's rest, he continued on his way, but this time he left Interstate 10 and turned north. Got on Highway 54.

Ahead is the place where the world's first nuclear weapon exploded, the city of Alamogordo. Of course, Jack didn't feel anything about the two bombs and one satellite in the beautiful country. He came here because he wanted to pass through the Lincoln National Forest on Highway 54 and go to the UFO. The famous town of Roswell.

In fact, he doesn't have much interest in aliens. He just wants to satisfy his childhood dream and bring back some alien souvenirs as gifts to his friends in LA. After all, even Americans who like to take vacations usually don't run away. Come to a shitty place like New Mexico.

As a result, less than 20 minutes after leaving Alamogordo, there was a situation on the road ahead.

"Hey man, what's going on up front?"

After waiting for almost an hour, Jack got out of the car and walked a short distance forward. He asked a truck driver who was also stuck on the road to inquire about the situation. Most of the big trucks in the beautiful country are equipped with radios for dispatching and running. Chatting to relieve boredom during long distances, and understanding traffic information in a more timely and detailed manner.

"The train derailed five kilometers ahead and chemicals went everywhere."

Although the driver driving Optimus Prime looked helpless, he could tell that he was somewhat used to it.

"Do you know how long we have to wait?"

Jack was a bit confused. This place was out of the way and it was nearly 200 kilometers away from Roswell. Could it be that he had to run back?

"Stop talking for a few hours. Are you in a hurry?"

This somewhat slovenly truck driver is surprisingly warm-hearted.

"Your car looks good. You can drive more than ten kilometers back. There is a small road there that can detour onto Highway 380."

"Thanks, man." Jack went back to the car and took out two bottles of mineral water, a small bag of bread and oranges and handed them to the truck driver.

"Be careful when walking through the forest path. I heard it's not very safe there."

The enthusiastic truck driver leaned half out of the cab and shouted a reminder.

"Okay, thanks again." Jack waved to him, returned to the car, turned around and drove back.

Sure enough, a few minutes after driving back, he saw a dirt road appearing in front of him. He stopped at the intersection, turned on his mobile phone and looked at the electronic map. It was very good. There was no signal or network on the mobile phone, and even the GPS signal was non-existent. This trail is not marked on the offline map at all.

Along the way, he had a deep understanding of how bad the infrastructure in the United States was. As for the mobile phone network alone, once he left the town, the signal quality was inferior to those in Reese's poor communities where people were forced to demolish signal towers.

Sighing, Jack put on the hidden FK7.5 together with the new armpit holster Hannah made for him, put on a thin coat to barely cover it up, and then inserted all three spare magazines into his belt. After thinking about it for a moment, he stuffed both boxes of ammunition into the mountaineering bag on the back seat.

I really can’t blame him for being a coward. Although he is afraid of watching horror movies and has never tried any of them, the United States is so famous for its road horror movies. It is inevitable that when you browse video websites, you will find a few movie clips, just in case. Whichever one of them you encounter this time, you must always be prepared to convince others with your virtue.

Putting down the handbrake, Jack drove the Firebird and started again. This time he controlled the speed of the car at about 45 kilometers per hour, not daring to go too fast, and carefully observed the surrounding situation along the way.

Five minutes later, a dilapidated tin house appeared in front, with an old trailer parked behind the house. Jack stopped the car and looked to the right. This thing might be a gas station, right?

There was a gas station near the roadside that was so rusted that it was almost unrecognizable. An old man who looked as dirty and shabby as this place sat at the door of the tin house, smiling weirdly at him with a mouth with only a few rotten teeth. With.

Jack didn't get out of the car, just looked around for a moment, and then continued on the road. His gas tank had just been filled up, and there were two barrels of spare gasoline in the trunk, which was enough for him to run from here to Texas.

After driving forward for more than ten minutes, a fork in the road appeared in front of him. There was not even a road sign in this damn place. Jack got out of the car and looked around. To be honest, at this time, he already regretted taking the detour.

He is not worried about those perverted killers and the like. A chainsaw massacre can be done with one shot. If it doesn't work, he can just shoot the enemy again. The main thing is to worry about his own damn sequelae, in case he is scared. It has entered an explosive state. Do we really need to rely on LOL to solve it afterwards? .

The ruts on the dirt road on the left looked relatively fresh, so Jack decided to go to the left as well. If he could meet someone, he might be able to ask for directions or something.

Continuing to maintain a low speed, Jack drove leisurely on the dirt road in the forest. As he went deeper into the forest, the dense tree canopy began to block the sun, and the surrounding temperature gradually dropped from the hot 30 to 40 degrees to more than 20 degrees. The cool mountain breeze blew by, which was refreshing.

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