The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1050 Old Jiefang Truck and Railway Bridge (Double Monthly Ticket Request)

"This old thing is at least forty years old, right?"

Jack patted the bumpy hood of the old Jiefang, and his fingers seemed to inadvertently run across the line of faded traditional Chinese characters on the side, which read "First Automobile Manufacturing Plant."

The two words "Liberation" that should have been in red on the front of the car are almost unrecognizable.

(Photo of an old Jiefang truck that has been restored in China, schematic diagram)
"Even if I die, my old buddy can still keep running." Old Muto snorted, opened the car door and prepared to get in.

"Detective Pollino, maybe we can change seats." Jack stopped the black detective who was about to sit in the passenger seat and motioned for him to get in the Hummer that came from their side.

Detective Pollino had a half-smile on his face, as if he was mocking this young American who was working hard for no reason.

"This car is not as comfortable as yours."

Jack smiled back at him. "I know, but as someone who comes to Africa for the first time, I am full of curiosity about everything here. That location allows me to appreciate the beauty of Africa from a better angle."
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The scenery along the way was really nice, and once again broke everyone's stereotypes about Africa.

First of all, the temperature. The members of the wanted criminal team felt it when they got off the plane. The local area was not hot and could even be said to be quite comfortable.

You have to know that it is February now. They are now in the southern hemisphere and not too far from the equator. But in addition to the sun being a bit hot, when the wind blows into the car window, people can actually feel a noticeable coolness.

This is because Tanzania's terrain is high in the northwest and low in the southeast. Only a small strip of low-lying land along the southeast coast, with an altitude of less than 200 meters, has a true tropical climate.

Arusha, where Jack and his companions are currently, is located on a plateau with an altitude of more than 1000 meters. To the north is the Kilimanjaro Snow Mountain, and to the northwest is the famous Serengeti grassland. All year round, there is an endless stream of tourists from all over the world.

Although everyone had a hard time getting here because the local roads were too dilapidated, and they still had to endure the bumps and dust when they got on the road again, if you ignore this and look into the distance, you will see a vast expanse of green along the way.

Cheetahs, wildebeests, zebras, giraffes, African elephants, and all kinds of African animals that Jack had seen in "Animal World" in his previous life were wandering leisurely in their respective territories.

If there is a paradise in Africa, it should be Tanzania, which has 6.5% of its land area covered by water and borders three of the world's largest lakes.

To the north is Lake Victoria, the largest freshwater lake in Africa and also one of the sources of the famous Nile River.

There are two large lakes in the west, Lake Tanganyika, the second deepest lake in the world after Lake Baikal, and Lake Malawi, the third largest lake in Africa.

Where there are lakes, there are rivers, and where there are rivers, there are naturally forests and vegetation. Therefore, nearly half of Tanzania’s land is covered by forests, and the rest is land and grassland suitable for farming.

Countless animals migrate and reproduce across Africa during the dry and rainy seasons, but many of them never leave Tanzania at all.

The only reason this country is so poor is that there is no continuous civilization on this land.

Hundreds of years of colonial history have failed to bring so-called civilization here as some people claim. Arabs, Germans, British, and various white-skinned colonists have come and gone on this land, leaving nothing behind except brainwashing religion.

Jack was surprised at the clarity of the black man in front of him called Old MUTO, and even more surprised to hear such a profound self-analysis from him.

As for why the old black man said this to Jack, when an American can speak fluent Chinese and recite a quotation from the red book in the car, his skin color does not seem to be that important.

The son of a chieftain of an extinct tribe, a second-generation railway worker of the Tanzania-Zambia Railway, and an old officer who received formal military training in Shijiazhuang. After listening to the old man's story, Jack felt that he was not so surprised.

Although Old Muto was still somewhat wary of someone's FBI identity, he gradually let down his guard when he learned that the purpose of their trip was to find missing tourists.

"It's not as chaotic as the outside world imagines, at least in this country. Although there are occasionally some bastards sneaking into the country, they are like the wildebeests that migrate here, and regard this place as a resting and habitat."

As Old Muto spoke, he patted the tailgate of the truck behind him and shouted twice. The young black people in the car cheered, and after a burst of laughter, they started singing in the local dialect.

"We have a disciplined army that maintains the stability of the country and ensures that it will not be torn apart by religion or interference from external forces."

"So who do you think carried out this kidnapping?" Jack smiled back and asked his question amid the slightly out-of-tune singing in the carriage behind him.

The old MUTO smiled back at him, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "I don't know, that's your job.

But I can assure you that if any guerrillas or armed groups from surrounding forces sneak in here, I will definitely get the news in advance.

My people and I will do our utmost to assist you and your people. The tourists who come here every year are very important to Arusha and the country, and we don’t want this place to have a bad reputation.”

After nearly two hours of bumpy ride, a rusty railway bridge that looked like it could collapse at any time appeared before everyone.

Old Muto stopped the car and slammed the door. The militiamen, who had been so excited and noisy just now like a group of students going on a spring outing, suddenly became quiet.

When the two men got off the car, these young black guys had already gotten off quickly and lined up beside the car.

Jack noticed that they were not simply standing in a neat line when they lined up. Except for the first person on the right who was a little older and looked like a platoon leader, everyone else was arranged from right to left and from tall to short.

This means that these militiamen can not only distinguish left from right, but also remember who is standing next to them. This may not sound difficult, but you have to know that this is in Africa, a land where more than 6% of the population is illiterate.

"Now I know why you have to lead the way." Hannah complained as she brushed off the dust on her body, and her bright blonde hair became much duller.

The two Hummers they were riding in followed the old Liberation Army and were gathering dust all the way. Now both the vehicles and the people were covered in dust.

"This is the section where trains must slow down when passing by." Detective Pollino also took off his beret, patted it twice before putting it back on, squinting at the railway bridge that could be called a dangerous bridge.

It was already afternoon, and the sun was in the west, facing the direction they had come from. The bridge was about seven or eight meters high from the ground in the valley where they were now.

When everyone got closer, they noticed that this railway bridge had undergone some repairs. Although they were minor repairs, it was actually not as fragile as it looked.

"Maybe we should go up and take a look."

Aubrey simulated the scene in his mind. "The train must have started to slow down from a long distance away, and the speed would drop to the slowest when approaching the railway bridge. So the best place to get off is..."

Following the direction of his finger, everyone's eyes fell on the south side of the railway bridge.

(End of this chapter)