American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1354 How much does a ticket to Beijing cost?
"Hurry up!"

A group of Cuban doctors and nurses rushed to the dock. Behind them were soldiers from the Cuban Revolutionary Armed Forces (the name of the Cuban army) chemical defense force wearing old Soviet-made chemical protective suits and breathing masks.

At this time, on the dock, there was a group of "refugees" with different skin colors and ages.

The majority of them are women, and many of them are obviously children. Most of them are in tattered clothes, even naked, and have haggard faces.

Several reporters from the Latin American News Agency (Cuban national news agency) stood outside the blockade with cameras and took pictures of this scene from a distance.

The angels in white who are eager to save people regardless of danger, the soldiers who want to do their duty but are left behind because of the burden of their equipment, and the children and women who are in urgent need of help, together make up this tear-jerking picture before our eyes.

"Mr. Carl, are you sure you don't want to leave with us?" Jack put down the telescope and asked the old man beside him.

Mr. Carl always had a smile on his face, but he looked back at Jack with a strange look in his eyes, "You mean going to the United States? Forget it, I have been against that country all my life."

"You can go to another country. I have a feeling that you are in such good health that you can live for at least another 20 years."

Jack knew that he couldn't force things on the old man, so he could only try to guide him.

Old man Carl was the only one among the crowd who showed his face in front of those people. Not to mention any ingratitude, those who were taken away from the island were not only those poor children and the "yacht girls" who had "no choice", but also some island staff who did not resist.

They had no way to carefully identify these people. The old man simply chatted with a few children and the "yacht girl" and confirmed that there were no bad guys among them, so he had to let them go together.

It would be fine if Cuba was really as closed as some people say, but unfortunately it has only experienced economic blockade over the past few decades, and personnel exchanges with neighboring countries and even the United States have never been cut off.

Tourism is one of the country's economic pillars and the second largest source of foreign exchange, second only to the export of professional medical services, and "tourists" from the United States - although their reason for entering the country is to "help" the Cuban people - account for nearly 15% of it.

In addition, just as Seris has never lacked spineless traitors, Cuba also has no shortage of Cuban traitors who yearn for a "good" life, which makes Jack very worried about the safety of old man Carl.

"Going to other countries?" The old man looked a little dazed, and subconsciously looked towards the west. After a while, he murmured, "How much does it cost to buy a ticket to Beijing?"

He spoke in a low voice, more like he was talking to himself than asking a question.

"Ah?" Jack was stunned. This answer was somewhat beyond his expectations. Didn't the old man say that he had only been there for more than a year?

"My health has not been very good recently. I haven't been out to sea for five or six years. I thought that after going out to sea with you this time, I would not live for many days."

As Mr. Karl spoke, he patted his thigh, and a gleam of brilliance that did not belong to his age flashed in his slightly cloudy eyes, “But I was busy all night yesterday and did not sleep, and I am still very energetic now.

I don’t know if it was a miracle, but maybe this is an opportunity, a chance for me to go back and see my old friends.”

Jack pretended to be puzzled, and continued to ask with a certain sense of satisfaction that he had done a good deed without leaving a name, "Do you have many old friends in that country?"

"Yes, there are a lot of good people there." The old man took out a notebook with an old and cracked plastic cover from his pocket and opened the yellowed pages.

"Young man, you speak Spanish well. Can you understand these words?"

"It's okay. I have some talent in language and writing." Jack stopped talking after seeing the neat rows of words on the notebook.

The old man did not notice the strange expression of the young American, and continued to talk about the past, "It was also very difficult in Seris at that time. The instructors were actually about the same age as us students.

But they live and eat with us, and they care about every aspect of our lives just like they would care for their younger brothers." There are actually two kinds of characters on the notebook. In addition to the Spanish letters that Jack knows, there is a row of Chinese characters below that he is more familiar with.

"What's this"

"When will you be back?"

"When are you leaving?"

"Is everything ok at home?"

“I live in Cuba”

“I have to go back”

Seeing Jack keeping his head down and remaining silent, Mr. Carl scratched his head in embarrassment, "My mother tongue is actually French, because my mother is French. I learned Spanish later, so my spelling is very poor."

"No, I can see that you are a pretty serious person."

Jack did not correct the old man's misunderstanding, nor did he explain that he could understand Chinese.

Although some of the strokes of the Chinese characters on the notebook are not quite right, the writing is quite fluent, and some characters are even connected. This is not something that can be achieved by casual learning.

"I heard that there... cough." Jack cleared his somewhat tight throat, "I mean, Seris is doing well now, it's definitely worth a visit."

"I just don't know how many of Seris' old friends are still alive. Over the years, I, an old man, have seen off too many old friends."

Old Man Carl sighed, “And I was unlucky. Compared to others, I spent a very short time in that great country, but it was one of the most important experiences in my life.

Those instructors not only taught me how to fly an airplane, but also gave me inspiration in life and their wonderful way of life.”

Jack didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

Internationalism, both in his past life and in this life, has become a word that is rarely mentioned, just like "товарищ" to Russians.

And in the midst of old man Carl's chattering, the fragmented memories that didn't even sound like they had much relevance made the word come alive again.

"They told me that humility makes people progress, while pride makes people fall behind."

"They never criticize you harshly, but in a completely different way, which they call leading by example."

"In my family, no one wastes food. My children always finish everything on their plates."

"Oh, and they also taught us to unite, so our group still gets along like brothers today."

The old man smiled and patted the wallet on his chest. Inside was a Bank of America trust card, which was the money Chris paid to the old man for the boat.

"Time is merciless, but since you have given me the opportunity, I would like to visit those places from more than 60 years ago, Beijing, Linfen, maybe I can find more things in my memory."

(End of this chapter)