On the Mexican side of the border, there were many cars parked on the side of the road, including Nissan, Toyota, Honda, China Great Wall, Geely, Chery, and so on, all of which were cheap.
These people were soliciting passengers. Most of them drove very short distances, mainly to towns one or two kilometers away, or were hired to take passengers around town.
Godzilla rented a cheap car, which only cost ten dollars to take the four of them to town.
Li Du heard some tourists haggling with the driver. The lowest price was thirty dollars. Godzilla was able to find a car for ten dollars. It must be because of his size and temperament.
Although they were separated by only a wall, the difference between the two countries was very big, and it was clearly displayed.
The roads in Nogales were smooth and led in all directions. The roads in Mexico were dirt roads, rugged, and bumpy.
The road was not far, but there were many of them, and the road was not good. Li Du felt that ten dollars was a bit of a bully, so he gave the driver twenty dollars.
After entering the town and getting out of the car, Li Du smelled a strange smell in the air. The aroma of toast, the sweetness of tacos, and the smell of dust mixed together.
"This is the smell of Mexico," Godzilla grinned.
Since entering Mexico, Godzilla had become much more active.
Here, the shadow of Arizona had disappeared, replaced by the atmosphere of Mexico.
Some children were playing football happily in the streets. In the winter, they were barefoot and shirtless, showing their strong little bodies, looking strong and happy.
On the streets, there were old people begging with their children, also dressed in rags. Li Du shook his head, took out a few Franklin bills and handed them to the old man. "Go eat first."
There were many stalls on the city streets, and some hawkers in wide-brimmed hats were pushing food carts, shouting loudly. Hot steam rose from the carts, adding some fragrance to the air.
There were many tourists on the streets, and the crowd was surging.
Li Du exclaimed, "It seems that there are a lot of people interested in Mexico."
Godzilla shook his head. "Not much now, more than before."
Since the terrorist attacks in Japan, the United States had tightened its border control to prevent terrorists from sneaking into the country.
Not only were the security officers and the police constantly checking people's passports, but they were also strict with foreigners, as if every foreigner was a terrorist.
When tourists came to play, the most important thing was their mood. Of course, being interrogated by the police wouldn't be very happy. Many people didn't travel here anymore, and the number of tourists decreased greatly.
This small town had a completely different style from the United States. The most special thing about it was that the colors of the houses were particularly bright.
Hans found a food stall with many customers. As soon as the four of them sat down, a group of Mexican youths rushed over and sat next to them.
A handsome Mexican waiter came to greet them with cheerful steps. "Welcome, welcome. What would you like to order?"
"Burritos, corn chips with cheese, spicy grilled chicken, salmon marinated in citrus soy sauce with jalapeños, tomato chutney, salsa, buttered corn truffles …"
Godzilla ordered a lot of food and said, "Spicy tomato beer and signature cocktail for drinks. Give us a bottle of Emerald Tequila."
"You sure ordered a lot, buddy." Hans leaned against the chair and whistled.
Godzilla said, "My treat …"
"Who's whistling at my girlfriend?" an angry voice shouted.
Li Du turned his head in surprise and saw a group of youths standing up from the table next to them.
These youths all had tattoos on their bodies, and there was the same pattern on the left side of their necks: an army knife stabbed into a burning dahlia.
Hans was depressed and explained, "Sorry, guys, I didn't mean to …"
"Hey, damn Yankee!" The expressions of these youths changed when they heard his accent. "I hate Yankee the most, but I also like Yankee the most. I like to teach Yankee a lesson."
The relationship between the United States and Mexico was not good, especially in the border area. Mexicans were quite unfriendly to Americans. Most of the tourists here were not Americans, but tourists from other countries.
In order to crack down on illegal immigration a few years ago, the United States launched a campaign called "Kill the Stray Dogs." As a result, it led to the saying, "People who illegally cross the border face the danger of dying like stray dogs."
The Mexicans were very upset and thought that the Americans were insulting them. But the United States was strong, and they could not do anything in the United States. So in Mexico, they would find trouble with the Americans.
Li Du could see that the other party was looking for trouble. Godzilla stood up and said to the youths, "My buddy didn't whistle at you."
"Bah, you're also an American?" A young man hugged a girl and spat on the ground.
A man who looked like a boss came out and said, "Don't cause trouble here. Don't bully my customers. I saw it, Nellis. They didn't provoke you."
The youths were a little afraid of this man. When they saw him appear, they sat down resentfully.
Hans said helplessly, "Damn, if this is America, I'll definitely teach someone a lesson if they bully people like this."
Li Du shook his head and said, "Alright, don't talk too much. We're here to eat."
The boss came over and gave them a bottle of beer. He smiled and said, "Don't bother with those guys. They joined a gang and think that they can do whatever they want in this world."
Li Du thanked him and said, "It's just a misunderstanding. Boss, your shop is so beautiful and colorful. It's very interesting."
"It's the mayor's image project. Whoever wants to decorate their home can get free paint and paint the house any color," the boss explained.
When the boss left, a young man sat down and pretended to pour himself a glass of beer. Then he said, "You Americans, huh?"
Godzilla held the glass and stared at the young man.
The young man swallowed his saliva and roared in a threatening manner, "You dare to make a move?"
Li Du motioned for Godzilla to let go of his arm. He personally poured a glass of beer for the young man and said with a smile, "I'm Chinese, he's German, this guy is Mexican, and one is really American."
The young man said, "Oh, Americans are very rich. Buy us a drink and a meal."
"Do Americans owe you anything?" Li Du asked unceremoniously.
The young man did not expect such a tough answer. He asked subconsciously, "What did you say? Say it again! "
Li Du said, "Do Americans owe you anything? Why does my buddy have to buy you a meal just because he's American? "
The young man slammed the table and gritted his teeth. "Very well, I haven't seen such tough bones in a long time. Very well, I'm very happy to have met you!"
He stood up and waved his hand. A large group of young men stood up, threw down their money and left.
The young man who drank their beer pointed at Li Du and said, "You have guts, you have guts. But if you have guts, leave this restaurant as soon as possible. I want to see how tough your bones are!"
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