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6. Looter and scapegoat

After I suffered from two hits from isotopic money, I asked myself:" Why they used that kind of money on me, an innocent man?"

In 1993(or 1992), my family had a reunion. I told them how my health was hurt by isotopic money. Within a week, my youngest sister's house was burglarized for three times. First time, some Asians broke into the house, stole a safe box. After my sister reported police, they came again, this time brought with a black man. On third time, that black man came alone. And this time, someone reporting police, black man was arrested and finally convicted. Obviously, my talking of isotope money touched off the burglary. I have three sisters and one brother along with their spouses. Most of them are employees of some company or government except my youngest brother-in-law. He is a successful businessman who is a distributor of brand name electronics such as Sony and Panasonic. He was the one possible having cash at home and he was the one to be burglarized. And the case is a typical FBI's. The real thieves never caught. Thus , the safe box would never recovered. But the case is over. Because there was a scapegoat, a black man. There should be a record in San Francisco P.D..

I never touch drug. So isotope money must be paid by undercover agents in normal business. What is their purpose? I puzzled for a long time, could not believe that government was a looter.


7. Alleged murder of Ernie

I thought a man selling frame paintings was an undercover agent because he always set his booth at street cross next to my house and next to my selling space in Flea Market on week days. I found law enforcement agent used to set their surveillance next to suspect and spot where they can monitor all people. So when people said the painting seller paid $6,000 to bid for entrance space(for only 3 months' week-ends), I thought Ernie would have trouble because he made undercover to pay a high cost. Ernie was a supervisor of Flea Market. He held selling space. Sellers had to pay undertable money beyond normal rent to get them. It was said some hot spaces cost $10,000. Several months later, people said Erney died of a stroke. He was about in his 40's. Though I don't like him and thought he would have trouble, I didn't expect he would die.

It was until I have the experiences of isotope money and microwave radiation, I realized it was money which leading to his death. No doubt he had a lot of cash, which was the target of looter. Microwave ray shooting could make the death look like a stroke. (blood in brain).

8. FBI's profit

Everything shows that law enforcement agent use isotope money tracing if you have cash savings at home. But how could they steal from innocent people?

Later I learned from 'National Geography' (1961, June) In article " FBI: public friend number one ". ' Mr. Hoover prides upon the "profit" it shows annually. During fiscal 1960 the FBI received $113,600,000 in operating funds. Fines, savings, and recoveries of stolen property and contraband in cases investigated by the FBI amounted to $142,822,244, or $1.25 returned for every dollar invested by the taxpayer.' It's that 'profit' chase makes FBI a looter. It's that black box practise makes FBI closed and untouchable and new high tech weapons killing without trace makes them ruthless. How do you expect them be in justice while their purpose is pursuing 'profit'?

We need an independent commission to check the conduct of law enforcement agency, or otherwise America is ruled by a government mafia.

9. Estranged friends and customers

Like ordinary people, I have friends. Some of them are in China. We kept communication by letters, At least an X'mas card a year. Usually they mailed me the card first. Because it was busy for me before X'mas. After X'mas I began to return the late greeting cards. The turning point was the year's end of 1991 when drug case happened. For the first time I found I didn't receive card from friends. So I wrote them first.

Then I found my retailer customer(I did wholesale business in Galt flea market) were intimidated. Someone didn't show ever. The others came to buy just like to fulfill a mission. They hurried away instead of having a friendly chat like before. Bit by bit, I realized people were intimidated. What's your reaction if law enforcement agent came to investigate your friend in drug case. I began to understand why my friends were reluctant to respondent and stopped to writing to them. My wife's was influenced too. We used to have a bunch of X'mas card before 1991. Now it's only two or three pieces. One of them is even a routine business card from insurance agent. You can see how law enforcement agent destroyed normal relationship of people.

10. The death of old people

My daughter had three playmates at that time. They knew each other in the park next to us. They lived in same street. After the drug case, (about in 1992)the girls' parents moved away with them, Leaving three old people in their houses. The three old people are: grandma Lin, grandma Huang and grandpa Huang. It's unusual because in Asian' tradition, working parents used to let grandparents foster children. The girls age were 3-5 years old then.

Then on March 1999, I left for South-east Asia because I could not bear the torture of EM wave. (Although I don't know exactly what kind of wave they are using, electric-magnet wave is the best word for it. Microwave is one kind of it.) Within months after my leaving, all three old people died. It seems that they will eliminate those who know my story. I worry about those young people's lives if their death could not been explained as old. I'm afraid law enforcement agent will frame them in some case,(drug case is the easiest one) and then kill them in custody by the hands of gang members in jail.

11. Helicopter Surveillance

At that time, every Tuesday I went to Galt flea market. I got up at 4.am. The way I took were highway 680, 580, 205, 120 and 99. Highway 205 is a straight road. You almost can drive with eyes closed . And it used to be 5 am when I was on it. It was still dark and there was rarely other vehicle. To break monotonous I sometimes study the star in the sky. I noticed the brightest star in sky was the one I faced to. I thought it might be Venus.

One day on highway 205, I picked up a broken piece of porcelain, threw it out from my right side window. Since the window was half opened, I stretched out a little bit to the right. Just for seconds, a van caught up and drove parallel with me. The driver watched me for a minute or so, then drop back behind about hundred feet away. Maybe he wanted to see if he knew me, I thought. But when I threw another piece of porcelain out. He caught up with me again. Strange, I decided to have a test. I made a throwing movement, for the third time, the van rushed forward rapidly and driving parallel with me for sometime. Obviously, my action touched off the van's unusually movement. But how could he see me? It was dark and he was always behind me. The van was full of cargo and people could not see through from behind.

Than another Tuesday on highway 205. I still had that puzzle. An article came into my mind. In "Readers' digest", a girl talked about her experience of night flight. She said a friend gave her a night vision goggle, "the whole world became green" and she could see clearly from the sky. I watched the bright star in dark sky, found it was the only star shinning that night. It was a cloudy day, no other star in vision. I was suddenly aware of this was not a star. It was night flight light of helicopter. I stared at it for a long time. Thinking of someone was watching me there with night vision goggle, I smiled. The star suddenly jumping out off my vision. It reacted at my smile. After a while, I stretched forward, throw tinted glass, I could see the star hang there. In a position where they still could see my hands on steer wheel.

When I got to Galt. It was six o'clock. The sky turned into grey white. I looked up, saw a helicopter rising higher and higher, than disappeared in vision. I then knew I was under 24 hours surveillance and they even could see my smile face at night.