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Chapter 551 I've Learned the Way of the World! (Third Update!)
Their location on Highway 8 was only 2 kilometers from the border, and at a high altitude, they could see very clearly any activity along the border.

On that dark border line, several lights suddenly appeared on the Mexican side. Through the binoculars, the width and height of the lights could be seen. Based on these two data points, it was determined that large trucks had appeared.

After figuring out what was emitting the light, Boulder cursed and quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie from the car to call for backup.
"This is Boulder. There are stowaways at the 274-kilometer mark of Highway 8. No, not stowaways, but smuggling trucks!"

"Yes, I need backup!"

After shouting, he and the passenger in the back seat jumped out of the car, took out two rifles from the trunk, loaded them, took out a bulletproof vest and put it on, filled the magazine with bullets, and then got back into the car and drove towards the direction from which the lights were coming.

In the co-pilot's seat, team member Arakkaya looked ahead with excitement, occasionally licking his lips with his tongue. After licking his lips, he would look at the driver, Boulder.

When they were about 1 kilometer from the border, Araqaya asked in a low voice:

"Captain, have we run into a big fish?"

"A big fish?" As the vehicle descended the slope, Boulder turned off the headlights, stepped on the brakes to slow down, and turned his head to look at Arakkaya with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

At this moment, Araqaya turned around, glanced at his two colleagues behind him, and then looked at Boulder: "I've heard some rumors that these smugglers have been losing some household appliances and equipment lately."

"I think……"

He didn't say the rest, but the four people present were all National Guard officers in charge of anti-smuggling, and they naturally understood what Araqaya was trying to say.

Boulder understood this especially well.

He didn't respond, but stared intently ahead. When he was about 500 meters from the boundary line, he whispered:

“We are the America National Guard, not a gang, understand?”

"If we weren't the National Guard, we could double-cross them if we saw them!"

"But we are!"

So put away those pointless thoughts!

Arakaya took a deep breath and gestured with his hands in complaint after his idea was dismissed as boring.

"A boring idea!"

"Captain, you actually say that's a pointless idea of ​​mine? You've been in the National Guard for 15 years. 15 years ago, you were driving on this very road, stopping these smugglers. 15 years later, you're still on this very road. Look at your former teammates, which one of them hasn't been promoted?"

"Don't you know them?"

"When I first joined two years ago, I was full of enthusiasm. But every day, my job was to drive around on Highway 8, listening to the tires whirring monotonously over the asphalt. The desert outside the car window was unchanging, with only dead trees, gray sand, and desolate mountains."

"Today is the same as yesterday, the same as last week, the same as last month, and the same as last year!"

"Endless smuggling cases, never-ending work, and countless night shifts!"

"The year before last, last year, and this year!"

"It's been three years in total, and I feel like a robot with a pre-programmed routine!"

"I don't want to die on this road!"

His rambling touched the two people behind him, but not Boulder. When the car stopped about 100 meters from the border, he slammed on the brakes, engaged the handbrake, and opened the car door. "We're here. Get out!"

Once his feet touched solid ground, Boulder realized something very annoying: the smugglers from Mexico had parked their car about 300 meters from the border.

This distance is really annoying.

If they were 50 to 100 meters from the border, they could easily open fire, rush over, force the other side to drive their car over, and drag the body over.

In this way, they can earn a merit.

But 300 meters is too long. It's possible to hit the body with a gun, but it takes time for a person to run there, time to drive back, and time to drag the body back.

The other side also had guns, and he couldn't guarantee that he could defeat them.

After pondering for a moment, he decided to grab a megaphone and provoke the other side. If they didn't care and charged at him, they would be unlucky; if they didn't, they would be lucky.

He had only taken two steps when he heard a buzzing sound behind him. When he turned around, he found that the sound was coming from the air.

About seventy or eighty meters above them, several lights flew from the direction of Mexico, passing overhead at extremely high speed and disappearing into the mountains in the direction of America.

After staring at the point of light for a while, Boulder recalled what his colleagues had said:
"Those damn smugglers seem to have upgraded their equipment lately; they're not using the tunnels anymore!"

"They don't need cars anymore!"

"It looks like a small airplane, but we haven't been able to catch it..."

"Airplanes? Aren't those very expensive?"

"So it's not very clear!"

Remembering these words, Boulder quickly picked up his binoculars and looked at the smugglers a few hundred meters away.

Those guys were very arrogant. Even while they were smuggling, they still didn't turn off the headlights on their trucks. The dozen or so bright lights were very conspicuous in the night.

In the very center of this brightly lit area, smugglers brazenly use chains to secure goods and drones.

In addition, he saw a very arrogant guy sitting on the hood of a pickup truck, smoking a cigar and looking in America's direction.

Just then, the man in the pickup truck abruptly took the cigar from his mouth and waved it at Boulder.

This action made Boulder realize that they had seen him.

Now that you've seen it, there's no need to pretend anymore.

Boulder quickly got back to his car, drove it to the border, and shouted across the border:
"Hey! You Mexican wimps over there, do you have no legs? Do you need one of those buzzing drones to deliver your stuff?"

"You guys are really useless. Think about your predecessors. They were all experts who carried smuggled goods on their own bodies. How come all you can do is use this kind of rubbish?"

"Does your mother know you're using her clothes rack as toys? Or are you rats who grew up drinking gutter water so afraid that you dare not set foot on free land?"

Across the border, Lexis calmly puffed on a cigar, turned around, and asked the group behind him, "Are there any Mexicans among you?"

The group of people busy loading and unloading goods stopped, paused for a moment, then continued working. Seeing this, Lexis sighed, got into the car, took out a loudspeaker, pressed the switch, and began to shout at Boulder:
"Hey you over there with the stinky sock stuffed in your mouth, I need to remind you, we don't have any Mexicans here. If you want to call Mexican cowards, you can go about 10 kilometers to the west, there's another team there. Don't curse us!"

"If you have a grudge against Mexicans, I can help you out. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend!"

A few simple, unassuming words made Boulder so angry he convulsed.

He put down the car loudspeaker, took out his cell phone, and dialed the National Guard headquarters in San Diego:

"Headquarters, this is Defense Squad 14. During our patrol along the border, we discovered someone using drones for smuggling and have coordinated with relevant departments to track down the location of these drones!"

San Diego National Guard Headquarters.

It was already evening, and Commander Locklear, having just finished working overtime, had just turned off the office lights when a communications officer quickly approached and presented Locklear with the information Boulder had reported.

After reading the contents, Locklear's expression remained unchanged. She simply said calmly, "I understand. You go back first, I'll take another look!"

After the communications officer left, Locklear did not continue reviewing the documents as he always did. Instead, he returned to his office and, using his personal cell phone without using any military lines, dialed a number:

"It's me. Are you the ones smuggling near Hakunba Hot Springs?"

"No? Okay, I understand. I'll go ask the others!"

"Our people intercepted a group of people near Hakunba Hot Springs. Was it you?"

"No? Never mind then!"

"Hey, talk to me, it's too noisy over there. I'm saying there's a group of very arrogant people smuggling goods near Hakunba Hot Springs. Our people stopped them, is that you?"

"Huh? Gangsters get holidays? Ha, that's fucking outrageous!"

"Hey, Hakunba Hot Spring..."

"Is it you CIA bastards? Can't you guys be a little more discreet? You're smuggling between two countries, not on a damn vacation. Fine, I know it's you. I'll have our people withdraw, and you can just go across the border, deliver the goods, and get the hell out of here!"

Lockle breathed a sigh of relief when she found out that the smuggling was carried out by the CIA. They were all in America's department and would run into each other all the time, not to mention that she was receiving a share of their profits.

With a soft sigh, he picked up the office phone on his desk and sent instructions to his subordinates:

"Notify all National Guard troops to conduct training on the beach without equipment!"

"The temporary mission assesses how our team members can quickly reach the target assembly point in an emergency when equipment is unavailable."

"Yes, including those outside!"

"Let's increase the content of their assessments and extend the time as well, and see how long it takes them to be able to return to the team!"

On the border, Lexis put down the phone and picked up the megaphone again:
“Listen up, you coward over there! If you’re a man, cross these few hundred meters of border and come at me. If not, just keep barking and barking like a dog!”

"Like this!" After shouting, Lexis squatted down on the hood, hands on the ground, slung the horn around her neck, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and yelled at Boulder:
"Wangwangwang!"

After imitating a dog's bark, he simply sat on the hood of the engine, grabbed a megaphone, and continued shouting, "Hurry up!"

"Bark now!"

Across from him, Boulder stood in the cold wind, his fists slowly clenching. He was waiting, waiting for rescue from the National Guard.

Unfortunately, no one came. Just as he was about to make a phone call to inquire, a voice came from the car's walkie-talkie:
"The 14th Defense Squad has received an emergency order requiring all personnel to proceed to Solana Beach as quickly as possible for an emergency assembly."

"You have one and a half hours. If you exceed the time limit, your team's performance score for this month will be lowered!"

Upon hearing such a nonsensical order, Boulder's face twitched violently, and he almost cursed out loud.

Solana Beach is located north of San Diego city, about 140 kilometers away from their location, an hour and a half away.

It takes at least 10 minutes to drive from this border line to the highway, a distance of 2 kilometers!

In other words, their average speed must be maintained at over 100 kilometers per hour!

Now it's a new year, and in March we'll be doing a review of the past year and adjusting everyone's salaries.

A lower performance review score means their promotion will be in jeopardy, and their salary will also be affected.

These sounds did not escape the notice of Araqaya and the others nearby. The three young men quickly gathered around, looking at Boulder with anxious expressions.

After a brief hesitation, Boulder released the safety on his rifle and pointed towards the car:
"boarding!"

They turned around and drove toward Highway 8. They had only gone a dozen meters when the arrogant horn came from behind: "Goodbye, little puppy of the free land, remember to go home and drink milk from your mother!"

The mockery pierced the night, like needles pricking Boulder's eardrums.

He slammed on the brakes, but before he could even pull the safety off his rifle, the co-pilot, Araqaya, reacted quickly, reaching out to restrain him.
"Captain, do you want us to repeat the mistakes you made back then?"

These words made Boulder slowly remove his right hand from the rifle safety. He sighed, started the car again, and silently drove onto Highway 8, heading towards San Diego.

134 kilometers, that's a long way!
Before he knew it, Boulder had floored the accelerator to 130 km/h, and the car sped along the highway, causing slower cars on the road to curse wildly.

An hour and a half later, they arrived at Solana Beach.

The so-called training did not take place. The National Guard members were having a late-night barbecue on the beach, and Locklear was among them. When he saw the 14th Defense Squad appear, he carried a plate of barbecue and a few beers to the 14th Defense Squad's vehicle.

He handed the beer to the three people who weren't driving, and then handed the barbecue to Boulder, who was in the driver's seat. Locklear picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, saying with a smile, "Ten years, Captain Boulder, you've finally learned how to navigate social situations. That's impressive!"

"Your 14th Defense Squad received a perfect score in this evaluation!"

"If nothing unexpected happens, you can be promoted from second lieutenant to first lieutenant this year!"

"Congratulations!"

After offering his congratulations, Locklear turned and walked towards the crowd. In the passenger seat, Arakaya, who had finished his beer, asked Boulder, "I get the feeling that Commander Locklear treats you quite well?"

Boulder grabbed his beer, downed it in one gulp, and was about to throw the glass out the window: "Because we were in the same cohort!"

(End of this chapter)