5:30 AM, Texas, the West.
This region is relatively flat, and at a glance one sees nothing but the yellow of large rocks, dust, and sand, with very sparse greenery.
It used to be a mining area, but after the minerals were depleted, it naturally became an abandoned area that no one visits or manages.
As for so-called environmentalists, they only act and protest within cities. In places that truly need environmental protection, only a very small part of them actually do something practical.
Today, the tranquility of this abandoned mining area is disrupted. In front of the mining area, there are four black cars parked. Several white men holding rifles are laughing and chatting behind the cars.
One of them, a white man with a crew cut, wearing sunglasses, a dark blue leather jacket, and black jeans, is sitting on the hood of the foremost car.
He is flipping a pistol in his right hand, chewing gum, his gaze fixed on the distance.
