American fame and fortune

After breakfast at the hotel, Martin came to the lobby and called Benjamin.

The last time Benjamin wanted to send him to the Sacred Valley, he said that he was a film and television graduate of the Savannah College of Art.

Martin talked about the accent, and Benjamin asked Martin to help the contact person without saying a word.

In just a few minutes, Martin was given a contact information. Martin drove to the Atlanta branch, found the relevant personnel, and obtained the auditor qualification and related class schedule of the acting department.

After listening to professional classes all morning, Martin went to a nearby professional bookstore in the afternoon and bought auxiliary equipment such as tape recorders and tapes.

He called Kelly Gray, who was still on business in Washington.

It was inconvenient for Martin to say those words on the phone, so he could only wait for her to come back.

Returning to the Clayton community and coming to the school bus stop, Martin found two skinny black boys who wanted to harass Lily.

Lily was almost as tall as Elena.

The Martin drove past and honked the horn, and Lily ran over quickly.

The two skinny black boys did not give up and wanted to keep up.

Martin drew the short-barreled shotgun from under the co-pilot, and the two niggers turned and ran.

Lily got into the co-pilot and snatched the gun from Martin's hand.

Martin put the gun to the other side: "Let Harris pick you up later."

"Give me a gun." Lily took out a knife from her bag: "I'll let those bastards watch!"

Of course Martin wouldn't give it.

Back at Carter's house, Elena was still practicing bartending, and Martin talked about what happened just now.

Elena said: "Harris, you will be responsible for picking up Lily to the school bus stop in the future."

Recently, the public security in the community has collapsed. After dinner, no one wants to go out, and everyone is busy doing their own things.

Martin puts on his headphones and listens to the recording to practice his accent.

You will have to practice when you have time in the future. This is a long-term process.

As the night darkened, a black commercial vehicle approached Clayton

Scott Carter lay prone on the seat in a weird posture, and looked out the window from time to time. All the street lights outside were broken, and it was pitch black.

Through the moonlight, he saw two black men running out of a certain alley and robbing a poor guy.

The car was not far away, and as soon as it stopped, the driver shouted: "We're here, get out of the car!"

Scott moved his legs and got out of the car. Even though he had taken two painkillers in advance, it still hurt, so he could only move forward in figure eight steps.

When I came to the door of the store, it took a lot of effort to lift the rolling door.

He entered the door, and in the originally pitch-black shadow, four black men in black clothes ran out and rushed into the store before Scott closed the door.

The black gun was pointed at Scott's face.

Scott was dumbfounded. Old Hei from Nancheng is so fucking good at using his talent.

The bald old man with a gun said, "If you don't want to die, take out all your money."

Another old black pulled down the shutter door: "We have plenty of time."

Scott raised his hand: "Don't shoot, I'll pay! I'll pay!"

How can money matter.

Before the money he earned tonight was warmed up, he gave it away.

"That's only how much!" said the black man with a gun, "You've been treating guests frequently in bars recently, and what the hell are you saying that you've made a lot of money, just a few hundred dollars, are you kidding me?"

Scott said: "No, really no!"

"Search!" Bald old Hei gave an order, and the other three old Hei rummaged through boxes and cabinets.

The night was long, and the old blacks had already been eyeing Scott, searching every corner of the grocery store.

With the gun against his head, Scott dared not move at all.

The grocery store is not big, and the old blacks quickly found several wine boxes, which were filled with banknotes of various denominations.

Scott was shaking, but there was nothing he could do.

The old blacks opened the shutter door and disappeared into the night.

Scott didn't even dare to call the police, because there were too many stolen goods in his store from unknown sources.

"My money! My money!" Scott's legs were weak, and he sat on the ground.

Then he jumped up again: "My ass!"

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In the morning, at the Carter family, five people had breakfast around the coffee table.

Martin looked at Harris, who had his cast removed: "How did you do on the SAT?"

Knowing that Martin didn't understand the specific score, Harris said: "The test is very good, but the social practice is relatively poor, and the probability of success in applying for public universities is higher."

Martin asked, "What about the tuition?"

Harris already had consideration: "Student loans."

Lily interrupted suddenly: "You still don't know until you retire."

Elena took out the lottery ticket stub from her pocket, compared it with the results in the newspaper, cursed Fuck, and threw it into the trash can.

Martin asked, "Miss?"

Lily said first: "She has always had bad luck."

Mr. Wood came in from the outside at this time and said with a smile: "You are all here."

Elena quickly threw the kettle under the coffee table: "Wood, what's the matter?"

Mr. Wood sat on a chair: "There have been frequent robberies around the community these days, and we have not responded to the police. I contacted many people to make complaints, and the West City Police Department finally sent someone to discuss with us. Martin, I I heard that you have joined a very influential social organization, and I would like to invite you to go there with me."

Elena looked at Martin, and Martin said, "Mr. Wood, I'll go with you."

Lily couldn't help it again: "It's all those black Xs, they should be sent to the zoo!"

This time, Elena left Lily alone.

Martin changed into slightly more formal clothes, brought the ATL Freedom Association work card, and followed Wood to the outskirts of the community.

Ashley, Welbeck, Nani and Valencia, who have a little prestige in the community, have all arrived.

After waiting for a while at Nani's small community supermarket, a representative from the police station arrived.

A black cop.

Nani, who has a bad temper, tried his best to speak in a civilized way: "Officer, since those black gang members came to the community, the law and order in Clayton is completely over!"

"It's not about black people," said the black police officer.

Nani couldn't help it: "Before the blacks came, the law and order in Clayton was not good, but it's not that bad!"

The black policeman stood up: "Are you discriminating against black people?"

"No, absolutely not." The big hat was pressed down, and the White House couldn't hold it. Martin quickly grabbed Nani and showed his work permit.

The black policeman glanced at the certificate of the Freedom Association and didn't bother with this issue. He said coldly: "We will strengthen the supervision of this area, but the police force is limited, and it is impossible to maintain high-frequency patrols. I give you a suggestion to form a neighborhood defense alliance. You report the personnel, and the police station will register you.”

Saying this is tantamount to not saying it.

The black policeman looked at his watch: "I have other jobs, so I'll stop here."

The other party has a skin color bonus, and the black issue cannot be discussed at all, and everyone can only watch him go away.

Nani asked, "What should I do?"

"I'm old, but I want to do something for the community," Wood said. "I have a long gun."

Welbeck said: "Let's form a patrol!"

Fletcher asked, "What about the fee?"

Everyone was silent, the money earned by the poor was just enough to support their families.

Martin said something practical: "Post notices on the community bulletin board, reduce going out at night, and don't go to remote places even during the day, count families with guns, exchange contact information with each other, and others will provide support in case of an attack."

Wood said: "Statistics, let's report to the police, those hackers really want to attack the community, we can take the initiative to defend and fight back."

Joining the Defense League will save a lot of trouble. Martin thought for a while and said, "Elena and I have guns."

In the afternoon, Nani, Wood and others took the list to the police station and made a registration record.

The Neighborhood Defense League of the Clayton community is officially formed.

The fence in the yard is almost nothing. Martin and Elena collected a lot of cans, filled them with gravel and tied them to the front and back fences of the yard.