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Chapter 559 Texas: Barack! You're going to die! (Second update!)

At the Florida City Precinct of the Miami Police Department, Chief Robert looked at the photos taken by the officers below and couldn't help but raise his hands and rub his chubby face hard.

After rubbing his cheeks, he turned to look at his colleague who was in charge of retrieving data:

"This is an illegal immigrant, isn't it?"

In front of the computer, the police officer responsible for retrieving personal data did not respond. Instead, she continued to slowly tap on the keyboard with her two index fingers. Her movements were slower than a sloth's, which made Robert feel sorry for her. He wished he could rush up and retrieve the data himself.

After knocking for about 10 minutes, the officer in charge of retrieving the data finally looked up.

"He's an illegal immigrant! There's no record of him in our citizenship system."

Upon learning that the body in the photo belonged to an illegal immigrant, Robert immediately lost interest in pursuing the case further.

The illegal immigrants aren't American citizens. As American police officers, they shouldn't waste their time on someone who isn't American.

Robert carefully put the photos away and back into the bag. He then picked up the phone and called the person downstairs who was in charge of handling the bodies.

"There's a body in morgue number 3, it's already frozen, you can dispose of it!"

Without waiting for a response, Robert hung up the phone, turned around, and went back to his desk to start writing a report.

[Miami Police Department Florida Precinct Request for Additional Personnel and Weapons]

After typing the title, he began to lament in the letter.

But before he started complaining, he still increased the data he had collected during this period by 30% and typed it up.

This week is the fourth week of January 2011. The number of illegal immigrants arrested by Florida City police this week increased by 203 compared to 274 last week, reaching 477.

This number represents those apprehended; a large number of illegal immigrants remain at large.

This week, there were 183 robberies, 78 rapes, and 6 murders in Florida City.

The victims were all illegal immigrants. These people had no identity documents but had cash in their hands. In the eyes of many gangs, they were walking gold.

Among these illegal immigrants are many women. Gang members would rape them during robberies, but only 78 cases were reported.

Six bodies were found on the streets this week, all of them undocumented immigrants. Two of the bodies were missing vital organs, but no action was taken because no family members filed charges.

The remaining four bodies were all killed by the robbers after they resisted during the robbery.

These frequent violent incidents have severely deteriorated the safety situation in Florida City and made the residents of Florida City particularly angry with the police.

Many times, our police officers have been questioned by local residents when they are out in the field, asking why there are so many violent incidents.

Therefore, I have once again applied to headquarters for additional officers and equipment to address the frequent violent incidents…

After finishing the report, Robert signed his name, stamped it with the police department's seal, and called two officers to deliver the report to Miami headquarters.

Meanwhile, Miami Police Chief Mattrim looked at the report in his hand with a look of despair.

Florida doesn't tolerate idlers, and neither does its police department.

Police departments need business to demonstrate their existence.

But what's needed is business, not trouble.

In the past few years, they have been intentionally letting in some illegal immigrants. On the one hand, they can collect fees from these illegal immigrants, and on the other hand, they can let the residents of Miami see what kind of life those people outside are living.

However, the existing order has now been disrupted.

The surge in the number of illegal immigrants has resulted in a surge of violent incidents.

These violent incidents have led Miami residents to re-examine the role of the police department.

Members of parliament love doing this kind of work. Now, it's the beginning of the new year again, and it's almost time to submit various budgets and fees. The fact that members of parliament are jumping out at this time is giving the police department a real headache.

After rubbing his head for a long time, Matrim raised his head and shouted to Colonel Rand, commander of the Miami Coast Guard unit in front of him:
“I don’t care how much money you’ve made. Now, take responsibility and keep those damn illegal immigrants out of America.”

"You can release them, but send them somewhere else, not to Miami!"

"Understand?"

"If my budget is reduced this year because of your actions, I'll skin you alive!"

Upon hearing this threat, Rand shrugged:
“It’s no use talking to me. I’m just the commander of the Coast Guard stationed in Miami.”

“My daily task is to send them out on patrol and train them.”

"As for their command, it's not actually in my hands. Besides, they've already received the money. You want me to cut off their source of income? That's like killing their parents. Do you think they'll kill me?"

With just a few words, Rand shut down all of Matrim's arguments, and as Matrim looked dejected, Rand leaned over again:
"Let me tell you something funny. Here in Cuba, if they want to transport those illegal immigrants over, they need to use boats."

"A boat carries about thirty people, making two round trips a day. Even with seven or eight boats, there are only a few hundred people a day."

"Moreover, these people are only using Florida as a temporary stopover; they'll move on to other places in a day or two at most."

"But do you know Texas?"

“They live right next to the Mexican border, and the Mexican side is digging tunnels to send those illegal immigrants across the border.”

"They were hauling it by the busload!"

"I heard that the number of people illegally crossing the border there can reach one or two thousand a day!"

The number one or two thousand still startled Matrim. If we calculate 2000 people a day, that's 73 people over 365 days.

This is just in Texas. If you include other cities, America would earn an extra one or two million dollars a year just for illegal immigrants.

The thought of the potential trouble caused by one or two million people sent a chill down Matrim's spine.

After calming down, he decided to call the governor. This matter needed to be handled properly, otherwise, something serious might happen in Florida in the future.

Having made his decision, Mattim immediately picked up the phone. Florida Governor Nordnia called, and before Mattim could even exchange pleasantries, Nordnia went straight to the point:

"Did you call to talk about illegal immigrants?"

"If you're talking about illegal immigrants, then Matrim, I need to tell you, and I'll be clear, that you're a Democrat and if you want to climb the ladder, you have to make good use of these illegal immigrants."

“Each of them is a voter base for us, a constantly growing voter base. As long as they keep joining America, we will have a constant stream of new voter bases.”

"As long as this continues, the Republican Party is nothing but a dog in our eyes!"

"Alright, I'll approve this year's budget in full, and I'll even give you an extra 10%. Work hard!" The phone call ended, and the worry on Matrim's face disappeared, leaving only the joy of hearing those words.

The budget was fully approved, and an additional 10% was added.

The Miami Police Department spends a huge amount of money every year, hundreds of millions of dollars. If it increases by 10%, that's tens of millions of dollars.

Of these tens of millions, I can take a small portion for myself, and use the rest for other purposes—a win-win situation.

Seeing his face change faster than a dog's, Rand stood up, patted his butt, and said, "Since it's none of my business, I'll be going now."

Rand turned and left, while Matrim, who remained in the office, suddenly remembered what Rand had just said.

He picked up the phone and began searching for acquaintances active in Texas.

Soon, he found a Texas police officer he had met a few times at police competitions.

The call went unanswered, and after a long while, the police officer on the other end finally picked up the phone, walked to a quiet place, and answered.
"This is Hadner. May I ask who you are?"

“Officer Hadner, this is Matrim, the Miami Police Chief. We met at last year’s police pro competition; I still remember you winning the championship.” After quickly introducing himself, Matrim changed the subject:
"Officer Hardner, we've had a large influx of undocumented immigrants into Florida recently, and these immigrants have brought a lot of crime to the country."

“I’ve heard that Texas is also a major area for illegal immigrants. I’d like to ask what are some good ways you deal with these illegal immigrants?”

There was a moment of silence on the phone, but in that silence, Matrim heard a burst of noise.

I wanted to hear clearly, but the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be a bit far away from the noisy place, so I couldn't hear them very clearly.

Just then, Hadner spoke up: "We don't have any solutions either. There are just too many people; we simply can't handle it all."

"Because of a series of policies issued by the federal government, these people are looking for work in Texas, encroaching on the living space of locals."

"Look, the locals are marching in the streets. I just broke away from the march. Right now, our governor is trying to calm them down!"

Having grasped the situation in Texas, Matrim immediately let out a regretful sigh:

"I'm sorry, Officer Hadner, I didn't expect it to turn out like this!"

"sorry!"

"You go ahead and get busy, I'll think of something myself!"

He hurriedly hung up the phone, put the receiver back on the landline, and, clutching his belly, let out his most genuine laughter.

"Hahahahaha..."

He was laughing. In Austin, the capital of Texas, on the westernmost edge of the Gulf Coast, Governor Greenkos stood silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, watching the long procession below.

As the teams below launched another assault on the state government building, he turned to look at the group of officials behind him:
"Tell me, what should I do now?"

The group of officials behind him did not speak immediately, but looked at him in silence, seemingly waiting for his opinion.

After a few seconds, Greenkos took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Whatever the method, just tell me, and I, Greenkos, will use it!"

"You can say it now!"

Having received his clear statement, a man immediately stepped forward from the group of officials behind him, smiling as he said to him:

"Before we talk about this plan, we need to make two things clear."

"The first thing is that our Republican stronghold is the American people, people whose ancestors migrated from England and Europe."

“And the Democratic Party’s stronghold is immigrants.”

"The conflict between us is absolutely irreconcilable, so don't pin your hopes on weak tactics."

"The second thing is that America doesn't have enough people!"

"And for our people to live comfortably, many service industries, those odd jobs, need to be done by illegal immigrants."

"Now that these two points are clear, here's my plan!"

"We in Texas can accept illegal immigrants, but only those who have a skill, are capable, and are willing to work."

"We don't want those lazy dogs!"

"Therefore, we can set up a station and a checkpoint at the border smuggling point."

"The checkpoint tests the migrants' professional skills. If their skills are suitable, we can issue them a temporary permit so that they can work in the service industry or odd jobs in America."

"After three or five years, you can exchange it for a temporary certificate that lasts longer."

"In this way, we can meet the high living standards of our locals."

"And those damn lazy dogs, especially those from Africa."

"We'll depart from the station and take him directly to the District of Columbia, a long journey, to get him there!"

"They need votes, so we'll help them increase their votes significantly!"

Upon hearing the official's idea, everyone present gave him a thumbs up, and Greenkos gave him a thumbs up with both hands.

After giving his thumbs up, Greenkos took a deep breath and added his own thoughts:
"In addition to doing this, we also need to convey an attitude to the outside world, which is our attitude towards illegal immigrants."

"So in the next few days, we need to make more public appearances. I need to strongly criticize President Barack. While I'm criticizing him, you'll be cheering me on from behind."

"Understand?"

Everyone present was a seasoned veteran, and they all knew exactly what Greenkos's purpose was: to change the subject, to divert attention, and to shift focus to their black president.

On stage, he spoke of global integration and welcomed people from all over the world to America.

However, he cannot simply gain fame without bearing the consequences.

The resentment of these Texas residents is the price they have to pay.

Once the plan was agreed upon, everyone present left to take charge of their respective parts.

They acted quickly; an hour after the meeting, some announcements were posted in front of the marching groups.

Meanwhile, the city closest to the border also dispatched several buses to the border to pick up people.

(End of this chapter)