Due to Hill's refugee policy, the West Coast, far from the political center, played a rather awkward role. Hundreds of thousands of refugees did not bring any substantial benefits to California, but instead seriously worsened the security situation.
The only benefit was to ease the employment rate.
Yes, the employment rate increased. Because among these refugees, the hardworking and capable people were the minority, most people were the lazy type. Even if the mainstream society of the UA still gave these people a politically correct look of sympathy, the "victims" on the West Coast did not buy it.
Although Hill lost the votes in California, this loss was insignificant compared to the supporters she gained. After all, California was more inclined to Prandtl, and her vote base was concentrated on the East Coast.
Of course, just getting a green card was not equivalent to getting the right to vote. Only by obtaining UA citizenship could they cast a "sacred" vote for the president they trusted in the election. But it didn't matter, Hill's government was solving this problem.
As long as the refugees became citizens before the next election …
If there was anyone who was dissatisfied with Hill's policy, it would undoubtedly be the UA Jewish community.
The grievances between the two sides had a long history, not entirely on religious grounds, but this hatred had long been integrated into the blood of both sides. Divided due to internal strife, defeated and exiled before World War II, this wandering lasted for more than two thousand years. It was not until the French Revolution that the situation of Jews in Europe improved, and it was not until more than thirty years after World War II that they returned to their spiritual home.
It was not difficult to understand the hatred between the two. It was enough to associate it with Hua and Nippon, and then magnify it ten times.
Not all Jews were members of the Freemasonry, but both the Freemasonry and the Jews were definitely staunch opponents of Hill's refugee policy.
The terrorist attack on the refugee protest on Venice Street on October 25th was not accidental, but an attack planned by the UA's white xenophobic forces. A young Hispanic man born in Utah placed a 10-pound bomb and 200 steel balls wrapped in plastic bags in a trash can on the street.
When the demonstration passed by, he pressed a button with his phone.
One could imagine what kind of damage such a bomb would cause in the crowd.
"This is a disaster, sob sob sob, we were just expressing our protest demands, and those racists did this! So! Despicable! " During an interview with a CBS reporter, a woman from Libya said while sobbing.
The phone was placed on the roof of the car. Lawrence leaned against the car door, biting his hamburger while coldly looking at the phone screen.
To be honest, as a senior official of the FBA, his political stance should be as close to the White House as possible, but he truly had no sympathy for these people.
At this moment, a business car stopped beside him, and a man in a suit and tie got out of the car. He was carrying a black briefcase in his hand, and he walked quickly toward him.
Lawrence stuffed the last bit of hamburger into his mouth and swallowed it along with the cola. He turned off his phone and looked at his colleague.
"Mr. William, what brings you here?"
Michael Williams, Los Angeles Police Department Chief. Although the organization was completely different, because of the needs of the job, the sheriff often came into contact with people in the FBI and CIA system.
Like most Americans, Mr. William did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point.
"There was a little trouble with the case the day before yesterday. Initially, we thought it was a lone wolf attack, but the evidence we collected later overturned our previous guess. Lawrence, we need your help. "
Lawrence glanced at the embassy next to him.
"Unfortunately, I'm working for the White House."
"Oh God, what else is more important than the safety of Americans!" Michael said earnestly, "This attack is unusual. Someone in the country is deliberately provoking the opposition between refugees and UA citizens to prevent them from integrating into our society."
Hearing this, Lawrence almost laughed out loud.
Opposition? Is there a need to provoke this? Stop them? Do they have to kneel and beg them to come in to be welcomed? Even a nervous nigger might have been more industrious than they were.
Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to bring his personal emotions into his work.
After a moment of silence, Lawrence spoke.
"It's better if you contact the FBA Los Angeles branch, I have another task right now —"
Michael raised his hand and stopped him. He took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Lawrence.
Lawrence looked at the document in his hand and frowned.
The Los Angeles FBA branch was short on manpower, and it was common practice to transfer people from the Capital to assist in major cases like terrorist attacks. If it involved foreign cases, the CIB would be sent. If it only involved domestic cases, the FBA would be sent.
At the same time, some people proposed to increase Jiang Chen's security. After all, the safety of this important person was related to the friendship between the two countries.
To this end, the CIB proposed a compromise plan.
The CIB and the FBA would jointly be responsible for Jiang Chen's security, and half of the FBA agents who were replaced would devote all their energy to the recent terrorist attacks. The Silicon Valley Summit in a week would also be jointly planned by the Los Angeles police and the CIB.
There was nothing wrong with the document itself, just a little adjustment to Jiang Chen's security plan.
However, for some reason, he vaguely realized something unusual.
After sitting in this position for so long, he wasn't an idiot without a political sense.
"I need to call the White House," Lawrence said.
"As soon as possible," Michael said seriously.
…
After returning to the apocalypse, Jiang Chen went straight to Lin Lin's lab and handed the memory card on the tactical helmet to her.
"I want to know, what is this?" After pulling up the photos taken at noon, Jiang Chen pointed to the giant radar and asked in confusion.
Lin Lin just glanced at the picture, and a stream of data quickly flashed through the electronic eyes, matching this thing with something that had appeared in "history". She pouted and said with a lack of interest.
"It's just a large-aperture radio telescope."
"Telescope?" Jiang Chen was obviously taken aback.
[How does this look like a telescope? Isn't it just a radar?]
"You don't think it's called a telescope because it has a mirror, right?" Lin Lin glanced at Jiang Chen.
"Uh, I do think so." Jiang Chen held his forehead, paused for a moment, then asked, "What is this thing for?"
"It's mainly used to detect electromagnetic waves in the universe. Don't think that this is just a bowl. There are countless radar arrays inside. Any weak electromagnetic wave can be captured by it, and then screened and screened. It can be regarded as an early extraterrestrial civilization detector." Lin Lin looked at the image and commented.
Extraterrestrial civilization detector?
Jiang Chen's expression was a bit strange.
In this case, Area 51 was indeed related to the so-called aliens. However, judging from Lin Lin's nonchalant attitude, this primitive "telescope" obviously didn't capture records of extraterrestrial civilization … at least in this timeline.
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