American fame and fortune

After get off work in the evening, Bruce continues to hitchhike with Martin.

He thought about what Martin said, and said, "Hart and the Boys believe that you can bring more income, so they are willing to go with you to protest the Methodist Association."

Of course Martin knew this: "Don't worry, I'll let them keep calling you Dad."

Bruce asked: "Informant rewards? I guess we're all on the blacklist."

"This is easy to handle. You can ask Monica to call, and Hart and the others can ask their wife or friends to call." Martin turned around, and the car approached the Baca community: "The boss agreed to give subsidies based on hourly wages."

He thought for a while, and then said: "I'll go to the Freedom Club on Monday to see if I can get a sponsorship. Old Bu, this may not work, so let's not talk about it."

Ford stopped at the intersection, and Bruce got out of the car: "Don't worry, I'm not an idiot like you."

The door closes, and Martin kicks the gas pedal and runs off, leaving Bruce smoking a cigarette.

Bruce was angry: "I wish you go back and meet Lao Hei to rob!"

Martin stuck his left arm out the car window and gave him a middle finger.

The car drove to the intersection turning to Clayton Community, under the few street lights that could still be lit, two white men stood up, holding white plastic bags in their hands, and gestured towards Martin.

Martin had met it before, the peddler who sold seaweed and flour.

He didn't slow down and kept going.

It was only a few tens of meters away when there was a screeching brake sound from behind.

Martin looked in the rearview mirror subconsciously. A pickup truck rushed to the intersection, and the two white men turned around and ran away. After a few steps, the pickup truck opened the passenger door and the rear door, and at the same time, flames were shining.

boom--

Under the troll, all living beings are equal.

Two white men rushed to the street.

The Martin car drove fast, and drove all the way into the backyard. When he touched the gun under his clothes, he felt somewhat safe.

"Damn it!" Seeing the scenery with his own eyes, Martin's deep-seated national curse came out: "You bastard!"

Although there are traffickers around the neighborhood, Clayton is not the most chaotic neighborhood, and it is much better than the black and Latino ghetto.

After Martin came over, it was the first time he saw a gun being killed with his own eyes.

He washed his face, calmed down, closed the doors and windows, waited for a while, the community was still calm, and then went to bed.

In the early hours of the morning, Martin was awakened from his deep sleep by gunfire, which sounded not far away.

Martin picked up the pistol mobile phone and stood behind the masonry load-bearing wall of the doorway.

The roar of car and motorcycle engines sounded, and the gunfire was intermittent.

He called Elena, waited for the connection there, and said, "Close the doors and windows, and don't come out!"

Elena said: "I know, idiot, you don't go out either! Your old pistol is not good for shooting birds!"

Martin hung up the phone and called 911.

It is estimated that many people in the community have called the police.

The siren did not sound.

Poor communities have no human rights.

When the gunfire disappeared, the roar of the motor died down, and the siren finally came from a distance.

After dawn, Martin and Elena went to the scene of the crime to have a look.

In the house less than 150 meters away from Carter's house, the wooden walls were densely packed with bullet holes like a hornet's nest, and the blood on the muddy ground turned dark black.

The police pulled up the barrier.

Martin saw Mr. Wood and asked, "What happened?"

Wood came early and understood a little bit: "I heard that the black gangs from the south robbed goods and markets. They had a fire with Jackson and the others, and four people died. Our broken community will be chaotic in the future."

The middle-aged man next to him asked, "I'm going to buy a gun, are you going?"

Elena answered: "I'll go! Who dares to break into my house, I'll blow his pig's head off!"

Martin went back to drive, and at the same time called Bruce, called Bruce and Monica, and went to the gun shop together.

Bruce said: "Last night, a trafficker also died in the Baca community."

Martin rejoiced: "If we go this way, we will end up in the same way."

The atmosphere in the car was a bit heavy. The four of them were all from the lower class and had not received a good education. Only Bruce had been in the army.

The Martin car stopped in front of the gun shop: "Everyone, to put it in a bad way, don't fall into the mud in the future, no one will reach out to us poor ghosts."

Bruce realized something: "So, you have been working part-time."

Martin opened the door: "I'm just a part-time wage earner, and I don't know anything else."

Elena and Monica were puzzled: "What are these two stupid pigs talking about?"

The four got out of the car and went to the gun shop to choose a gun.

Martin has a pistol, but after what happened last night, his fear of insufficient firepower broke out.

He wants to buy a long gun.

Elena wants to buy a long gun too.

According to the law of Zuozhou, there is no restriction on buying long guns, and no license is required.

Following the professional advice of Bruce, the two chose the shotguns that suited them.

Bruce bought an AR.

When the community environment deteriorates to a certain extent, they can only choose to take up arms.

After practicing shooting all morning, Martin told Elena when returning home: "Keep the gun away, don't let the idiot Hall get it, I doubt he will blow his head off."

Elena snorted coldly: "He is not as idiot as you."

That night, another shooting occurred in the north side of the Clayton community.

The fire between the gangs did not continue.

After Martin got off work, he simply held a shotgun and slept in the living room of Carter's house.

Over dinner in the morning, Hall grumbled: "We should go out there and blow those bastards' heads off."

Lily sneered: "Your head will be blown off first."

Elena, who was always optimistic and cheerful, looked at her younger siblings, feeling heavy and speechless.

Harris felt the inexplicable pressure, and suddenly raised his head: "I...I will find a way to make money and move you to a better community."

"That's the only way." Martin couldn't think of any other way. It's hard to see the patrolmen in this broken place, and the police are reluctant to come to the police.

"How are you going to make money?" he asked Harris.

Elena answered: "I'm going to stick to buying lottery tickets!"

Martin can only say that it is Elena.

But she went on to say: "I wrote down all the cocktail recipes you gave me, and I have been practicing."

Martin asked Lily for pens and paper, and wrote some recipes for Elena.

After breakfast, and sending Elena to the Methodist Church, Martin remembered something and asked, "The Methodist Church will conduct a large-scale training recently?"

Elena said: "For idiot believers and their idiot children, it was at the Methodist training center where you picked me up last time." She reacted very quickly: "Are you going to make trouble again?"

Martin thought for a while, and said, "You can also attend when you have time, and then help me keep an eye on Milton."

"I know him." Elena said, "It smells like a sinful person like me."

She was very interested: "Do you want me to follow him secretly, so that I can help you more..."

Martin interrupted her: "You attend the training safely, pay attention to when Milton passes by, and do nothing else, you can't do complicated things."

Elena was so angry that her chest hurt: "My IQ crushes you idiot!"

Martin glanced at her rapidly rising and falling chest: "Well, I admit, I can crush it."

The Ford car was parked in front of the lottery shop. Elena got out of the car to buy a lottery ticket and asked, "Are you free at noon?"

Martin shook his head: "Probably not. I'll find a patent lawyer for consultation later, and then go to the Freedom Association."

Elena was surprised: "Patent attorney?" She remembered: "The handwork you told Lily?"

Martin said, "Almost, I'll go ask first."