Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 132
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 132
The next day, after touring Alcatraz and exploring the small city of Crescent City at California’s northernmost tip, and spending a night in Sacramento, they headed to San Diego, the major city at California’s southernmost point.
“Why though?”
“That story again?”
Emily lets out a sigh.
Mark and Johann have been saying “Why?” ever since touring Alcatraz.
Mark vents his frustration.
“It became so famous because of The Rock, and if they’re charging that much for admission, huh? They should at least have some staging similar to the movie!”
“Exactly!”
The prison experience, one of the Alcatraz tour courses.
If people in military uniforms had crossed the prison corridor reciting lines from ‘The Rock’, it would have made for a much more entertaining tour.
“If they had brought VX rocket models, it would have felt more realistic.”
“That’s what I’m saying! Tch!”
“Ugh. Why are men really like this.”
Emily cringed, but once fired up, Johann and Mark had no intention of stopping their conversation.
“But does VX gas really exist?”
“It does.”
VX gas, when inhaled through the respiratory system, becomes about twice as toxic as sarin nerve gas, and when absorbed through the skin into the human body, it produces at least 100 times more toxicity.
“It doesn’t cause blisters and necrosis on the skin like in The Rock, but once inhaled, it causes death within minutes.”
Initial symptoms include excessive secretion of nasal discharge, saliva, tears and sweat, difficulty breathing, vision impairment, nausea, muscle spasms, etc.
Then it gradually damages the autonomic nervous system, paralyzing involuntary muscles and gland functions, and eventually the muscles become exhausted, breathing stops, leading to death.
“…Ugh.”
This was quite heavy content for a broadcast show.
Mark, rolling his eyes, changes the subject.
“What do you think about the people who escaped from Alcatraz?”
Alcatraz, known as a prison from which escape was absolutely impossible.
However, there were actually a total of 14 escape attempts on record, and 5 people remain missing to this day.
“Could they have escaped by breaking through the Great White Shark Zone in front of Alcatraz?”
This was one of the reasons escape was considered impossible.
Because there was an area where great white sharks lived between the island where Alcatraz was built and the mainland.
“If they had divine luck?”
‘No, they safely escaped and enjoyed their freedom.’
The famous trio from the Alcatraz escape incident: Frank Morris, John Anglin, and Clarence Anglin.
‘Two of them are already dead.’
The deceased were Frank Morris, born in 1926, and Clarence Anglin, born in 1931, and the cause of death was old age.
Despite being heinous criminals, they lived full lives and died of natural causes.
Only one person remains: John Anglin, Clarence Anglin’s older brother.
‘This person is still alive.’
He even recently sent a letter to the San Francisco Police Department, whether he’d gone senile in his old age, saying he was alive and would surrender if this news was broadcast.
‘But this is deception.’
He created an event for himself to make his boring elderly life interesting. To die with a smile at the end.
The same goes for the other two among the 5 missing people.
They too safely escaped through the Great White Shark Zone and are currently living well with families in Canada and Brazil.
‘I should contact the FBI and CIA.’
International matters are the CIA’s responsibility.
They will soon pay their rightful price.
Johann’s eyes turned cold.
“Ah! It’s San Diego!”
San Diego, a city warmer than LA.
Everyone fell silent for a moment at the cityscape spread out under the blue sky.
* * *
Whoooosh! Whoooosh!
The beach with strong winds that the production team guided them to.
“Hmm.”
“Mm.”
Johann, Emily, and Mark look at the fish tacos in their hands with subtle expressions.
“It’s not bad though?”
“…Ah, Mark is at that age, right.”
“What do you mean by that, Johann?”
“The age when you start liking bland and fishy tastes?”
“Come here, you bastard.”
Mark, who had been baring his teeth, clicks his tongue and looks at the barrier beside them.
A tall barrier made of wood with circular barbed wire embedded at the top.
It’s the border wall separating America and Mexico.
Beyond it, colorful houses are built.
These are the houses where citizens of Tijuana, Mexico’s border metropolis, live.
Emily furrows her brow.
“They’re looking this way.”
They stand quietly leaning against the railing, staring blankly in this direction.
Some watch while drinking beer, others glance over and turn their heads away.
“Over there is life, and over here is travel.”
It’s probably envy.
Or maybe they’re curious since filming is taking place.
“Is it okay for the barrier to be that low?”
The barrier looks quite low when viewed from a distance.
It even reaches the ocean, so it seems like anyone could cross over if they wanted to.
“Still, crossing over is impossible. The reason is…”
Mark points to the sky.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
Two helicopters floating in the sky.
A wide, long beach with nothing but sand, ocean, grass, and tourists.
“There are probably infrared cameras and motion detection sensors too?”
So even if someone crosses over, they get caught right away.
“…It’s despair disguised as hope.”
“Correct.”
That might be why their eyes look dead.
As they close their mouths, Natalia Lafourcade’s “Nunca Es Suficiente” can be faintly heard.
It’s a serenade to a beloved romantic interest, but the lyrics “It’s not enough for me, because I want more” somehow sound different.
“Why? Do you want to help?”
Mark points to people singing and fundraising nearby.
“Oh, still…”
“No.”
“Johann?”
Emily, who was startled, looks at the camera and realizes her mistake.
“Ah, that wouldn’t be good.”
If the act of donating were broadcast, it could be seen as supporting illegal activities.
“It’s not that, it’s just that we can’t know if they’re really struggling.”
“Huh?”
Whether they’re crossing the border risking their lives because they’re truly desperate enough to die, or if they’re fleeing after committing crimes, or crossing out of curiosity – there’s no way to know anything.
Moreover, San Diego is a city with a high crime rate among Mexican people. I couldn’t give money that might be used by anyone for anything.
“If it’s really for people hoping for salvation in life, that would be fine, but…”
“Okay. That’s enough!”
Mark looks at Walton and signals for him to edit, and he nods.
The illegal immigration issue is too sensitive a topic.
One wrong move and Johann and Emily could face terrorism.
“Alright! Everyone please focus! We’ve now arrived at our final destination, San Diego!”
“…Wow!”
Though it was only a week-long journey, it felt like it had been much longer.
Everyone recalls what happened over the past week.
From discovering the 120-year-old vineyard cluster to touring the Crocker Art Museum in Sacramento.
Johann’s knowledge of antique art was amazing too. His explanations, more detailed than a curator’s, left everyone speechless. Everyone will probably remember each and every moment for the rest of their lives.
“After touring San Diego today, we’ll finish filming tomorrow with closing remarks in LA. How is everyone feeling?”
“…It’s bittersweet.”
Is it really ending?
Is it already ending?
A trip where they saved and conserved everything like in the old impoverished days.
Even if they film Trip Road Season 2, even if they appear in it again, they probably won’t feel the same emotions as during this past week.
“How about you two?”
“…Can’t we do just a little more?”
“Don’t want to go back to school?”
“No comment.”
“Me too.”
“Puhaha!”
“Kekeke!”
The production staff feels proud seeing Johann and Emily suddenly acting their age.
It means the journey was fun enough that they don’t want to return to school.
They feel even more proud knowing the school they attend is the prestigious Fairmont High School.
“Then we’ll give you today’s travel money!”
“Again?”
The production staff had already given travel money in Sacramento.
“Don’t you want it?”
“Oh, no!”
Worried that those damn production staff might change their minds, all three people reach out with both hands saying “Please give it to us,” and soon thick envelopes are placed on their hands.
“…What are you people up to?”
“Are we being sold?”
“Let’s call the police first!”
Fifty ten-dollar bills.
Holding the huge sum of 500 dollars in their hands, the three people couldn’t come to their senses.
“We gave you money to enjoy yourselves since it’s the last destination…”
By the way, they won’t be doing missions today either.
Complete free travel.
“If you don’t want it, there’s nothing we can do. Give it back.”
And they’ll do missions here and there.
“Tsk! Where do you think you’re going! Where is there a case of taking back something you’ve already given!”
“That’s right! Johann, protect it quickly!”
“Don’t worry!”
Johann, clutching the money envelope, bared his teeth, and the production staff chuckled and backed away with both arms raised.
“Then let’s begin Trip Road’s final journey!”
Go anywhere.
To a place that shows what San Diego is like.
“Wow!”
“Let’s go quickly! There’s no time…”
Neighhhh!
“Huh?”
Mark and Johann’s heads turn simultaneously.
Horses faintly visible in the distance.
People riding on those horses.
“Was there a place nearby where you can experience horse riding?”
“…Oh, there is!”
“Oh.”
Johann and Mark look at each other.
“You men there, stop.”
The last night of the trip. Emily wanted to have a proper trip tonight – dining at a nice restaurant and sleeping in a pretty, clean hotel. Emily urgently stopped the men.
Though it was meaningless.
* * *
“Ugh!”
Mark and the production staff hurriedly cover their noses.
As they approach the horse stable, a terrible smell that picks at their nostrils.
Their eyes waver at the thought of whether horses were such smelly animals.
“This level doesn’t really smell…”
“E-Emily, do you have experience riding horses?”
“I rode a few times when I was little.”
She rode before moving to LA, and also after moving there.
“They seem to manage the horses well here.”
Snort!
When Emily strokes its nose, the horse closes its clear, large eyes and rubs its face against her.
Everyone falls silent for a moment at that mystical sight.
“This guy’s a male.”
“Pfft! What? Are you jealous, Johann?”
“Haha! Me? Of an animal?”
People burst into laughter.
The manager also laughs and speaks up.
“Ahaha! Czech is quite picky about faces!”
He’s like a unicorn who won’t let anyone ride on his back unless they’re a pretty girl.
“Oh!”
“You’re renting three horses total?”
“Yes. How much is it?”
The manager’s mouth stretches wide as he hurriedly states the price.
‘What kind of day is today?’
A horse riding experience center that considers it busy if they get four teams a day.
He thought it would do well with the wide, long beach and Mexican border, but whether due to poor promotion or high prices, there hadn’t been many customers over the past few years.
But today alone, they’ve already received five teams of customers.
It could be called the highest sales in nearly a year, but what’s even more encouraging is Mark Wahlberg and the camera.
A broadcast. A broadcast featuring that Mark Wahlberg.
So the manager gave them an 80 percent discount.
“I’ll take this one!”
“Then I’ll take this one!”
“Wait a moment!”
The manager was an assistant who would hold the reins, and he sternly warned his nephews that they must never let the customers get hurt. Then he quickly put the saddle on the horses’ backs and waved goodbye as he guided Johann and his group.
“Have a safe trip!”
Click! Whirr!
“Phew. I don’t know when it’ll air, but once it does… hehe.”
‘Not more, not less, just double what I have now!’
He prayed earnestly to the sky.
Murmur murmur!
“Are you there?”
“…Yes! Coming!”
‘What kind of day is this really!’
About ten people approaching in this direction.
His mouth fell wide open.
* * *
“Oh… ugh…”
Mark, slightly pale, grips the reins tightly while staring straight ahead.
His back so straight it looks like it might break.
His legs tense with strength.
He even feels motion sickness from the high, swaying view.
‘I was afraid of horses…’
He feels embarrassed about his bravado from just moments ago.
He opened his mouth wide to overcome his fear.
“A-are you guys okay? Can you ride?”
“I’m fine… what about you, Johann?”
“Me too, nothing special?”
When chasing prey or playing around, he had climbed onto his wolf brothers’ backs, and had even clung to the backs of fleeing black panthers, deer, and bears.
This was just high, but comfortable in itself.
So he was quite bored.
‘I’d like to run a bit…’
He wanted to run cutting through the wind.
“Your experience density is different. T-then haven’t you ridden wild horses?”
Words that stimulate a man’s wild nature.
Mark asks excitedly as if he had never been scared.
Emily and the production team also perk up their ears.
“Unfortunately, there weren’t any in our territory.”
Even if there had been, they would have become prey.
“Ah…”
People who had been imagining a wild primitive man racing through the forest, gripping a wild horse’s belly with both legs without a saddle, were disappointed.
The assistant holding the reins snorts inwardly.
‘How ridiculous. What? Black panthers? Bears?’
It seems this customer, who appears to be around his age, is full of bluster, and the other customers seem to have something wrong with their heads.
The assistant exchanges glances with his cousins, smirks, and speaks up.
“I’ll say it again, you must never kick the horse’s belly. You could get hurt…”
“Move aside!”
“Huh?”
“Move, move, move!”
Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud!
A young man running from behind and passing by them.
“…What was that?”
He passed by quickly, but they definitely saw it.
That sneering look directed at them, eyes that said you guys can crawl along like turtles.
‘What the?’
Johann looks at the assistant holding the reins.
“You said we shouldn’t run like that?”
“N-no, you shouldn’t… you shouldn’t run like that…”
“30 dollars?”
“…Deal.”
Johann smiled wickedly, slowly closed and opened his eyes, and as soon as the assistant let go of the reins, he immediately tapped the horse’s belly.
“Giddy up!”
Neigh! Thud!
The horse kicked off the ground and launched its massive body toward the incoming wind.
* * *
Vroom!
A parking lot near the Mexican Border.
Dozens of people getting off the bus stretch.
“Ugh!”
“Ah! Since the ratings are doing well, we get to enjoy this luxury!”
A group vacation sent by the production company.
“Since this is a specially planned trip for your last rest before airing, everyone enjoy this time to the fullest!”
Don’t cause trouble, don’t get hurt.
Except for crimes and these two things, everything is allowed.
“Yes!”
At the 50s White Middle-aged Man’s words, people who answered loudly scatter in all directions.
“Starting from San Diego and going to San Francisco?”
“Originally we were going to go to Miami…”
They changed to California because the rumors from that area weren’t good lately.
The duration is 5 days total.
A schedule that’s busy if you call it busy, leisurely if you call it leisurely.
“But what’s this sudden occasion?”
In America, it’s not common for production companies to send actors on group trips.
Even those with deep experience in this field have only heard of it two or three times.
“Could this be…”
“Shh. Let’s think positively.”
Whatever the intention, they just need to enjoy this time.
After 5 days, they’ll have to be cooped up again in the mountains, fields, sets, and editing rooms.
“Manager!”
“Hm? Why aren’t you following the others?”
The staff look puzzled at the Mid-20s Young Man approaching.
“Haha! I’m from San Diego! I’ve been to this place often, so I’ll guide you!”
“…Haha. Then we’ll count on you.”
His eyes sparkle with ambition, but they ignored it. They found it cute and admirable that the young actor was trying hard to get more screen time.
So, guided by their suddenly acquired guide, they snacked and walked on the beach, and soon arrived at a horse riding experience center with a terrible smell.
“Why here…”
“This is a famous spot in San Diego! All the horses are gentle, so anyone can ride them without worry!”
The word ‘without worry’ tickles his eardrums.
Horses with enormous value that are specially managed even during filming.
They too are men.
Men whose hearts burn hot when they see horses galloping across fields.
Having always watched that sight and could only lick his lips, he felt strong interest at the mention of being able to ride a horse.
“Haha! Alright, shall I try riding one then?”
‘Yes!’
It worked.
The young man hurriedly shouted toward the interior.
“They’re coming…! Huh? Huh?”
The manager’s eyes widen.
If his memory wasn’t wrong, the young man before his eyes was an actor from the medieval drama he’d been watching lately.
“Can I borrow a horse?”
“Of, of course! Absolutely! This, this way please!”
Having saddled all the remaining horses, they headed toward the beach.
Clip-clop!
The horses walking leisurely in two rows.
‘I need to show a good side this time!’
He had to survive even if it meant doing this.
This drama where you could die at any moment.
Since both leads and supporting actors died quite frequently, this was why he was going this far.
‘Hehe. I’ll survive, so you all can just die.’
Thinking of his fellow actors who had scattered here and there without knowing the importance of today’s break, he twisted his lips and glanced back, then leaned toward the assistant holding the reins.
“Hey. I need to look good to those people, you know? So I want to run a bit… how about 50 dollars?”
“That’s not allowed. If the horse falls and breaks an ankle, we’d have to put it down.”
“You know who I am, right? I’ll also give you photos of the actresses changing clothes.”
“…Deal.”
“You bastard.”
The young man patted the boy’s neck and looked back.
“Then I’ll go for a quick run! Hya!”
Whoosh!
The horse and young man burst forward, kicking up sand.
As the manager looked at the assistant in shock, the staff members shook their heads.
“He must be really desperate.”
“Right. That’s why he’s trying to show such a wild side.”
The scheme was obvious.
That’s why it was cute.
“Oh, he’s quite stable, isn’t he?”
“Hmm. Next season we might assign him a solo galloping scene… hm?”
From the group the young man had passed, one horse broke away and chased after the young man.
‘A teenager?’
He felt that reflexively.
At that, they smiled warmly.
‘He must have gotten fired up.’
The privilege of teens and twenties.
Probably his body heated up at the sight of the galloping supporting actor.
Their smiles deepened at that fresh sight.
But that was only for a moment.
“Huh?”
The teenage boy quickly caught up to the young man’s tail and soon overtook him.
They rubbed their eyes.
“Huh?”
The boy was spreading both arms with his hands off the reins.
‘Crazy!’
Their eyes widened.
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