American fame and fortune

At ten o'clock in the morning, Martin, Elena, Wood and others came out of the West City Police Station and gathered at the gate.

"Didn't embarrass you?" Wood asked.

Martin was very calm: "We are in self-defense, and we are still registered members of the Neighborhood Alliance Patrol." He looked around and lowered his voice: "After all, black police officers are a minority."

Nani said: "Martin, your shot is really accurate, that black ... that sand sculpture, don't even think about shitting normally in the next few months."

Martin knew how to get along with these people, and it was far-fetched: "If I wasn't too young in 1996, I would have won an Olympic shooting gold medal for everything."

Elena said: "Unless the targets are all butt-shaped!"

People who came from the community laughed together.

"Guys, I didn't sleep well last night because of me." Martin would be a man and said loudly: "At noon, Clayton's Bar, my treat, enough beer."

He saw the bar owner: "Reese, big business is coming, hurry up and open the door."

Nani gave Martin a thumbs up: "You are so interesting!"

Martin said to Wood: "Call anyone who didn't come to the police station. Can't leave a guy behind."

Wood took out his cell phone to make a call.

A group of people went to a bar near the community. Martin asked Elena to drive. He called Lao Bu and asked him to come out for a drink together.

Elena asked, "What's the specific situation?"

Martin thought for a while and said, "The bastard came at me, what should I say? The sequelae of making money, when I was in the House of the Beast, I won two high bonuses, and the club's customer flow surged, affecting the black bar opposite. He is the owner of a black bar and a businessman from Nancheng."

Elena said: "You promised me that you would not touch those things."

"I haven't touched it before. I'm at odds with poisonous forces! I just found out that I reported one of his younger brothers." Martin roughly talked about what happened two days ago: "Grey's company has an important role, and I'm one of the candidates , that guy was worried that I would threaten him and wanted to frame me, according to Poyet's confession, that idiot has entanglements with the black bar..."

Elena only said one thing: "The entertainment industry sucks."

Martin held out three fingers: "Someone told me that there are three worst, darkest and most stinky circles in the United States. Hollywood, New York financial circle, and Washington political circle. Compared with the last two, Hollywood can barely rank third."

When they came to the bar, Reese had already opened the door, and twenty or thirty people gathered in the bar to drink.

Ordinary dark beer, plus some snacks, doesn't really cost much.

Martin's move won unanimous applause.

Several men sat together bragging, dirty jokes were flying all over the place, and some even made jokes about Martin and Elena.

Elena drank two glasses and was ready to go back.

Martin asked for some snacks and asked Elena to take them back: "Give Hall one more, this idiot has dug a good trap, he can trap his own family, and he can also trap bad guys."

Not long after Elena left, Bruce entered the bar with a tired face.

Martin beckoned him over, ordered a beer, and asked, "Are you tired?"

Bruce took a big sip of the beer and ate another piece of chocolate: "I went to Savannah and just came back this morning."

Martin asked casually, "Going to do the shitty ass thing?"

Bruce said simply, "Something went wrong with a batch of avocados from Mexico, and I'm going to help."

"Something happened last night. Poyet, the owner of the black bar opposite the club, suddenly brought a few black people to the community to attack me..." Martin roughly said.

"I haven't been at the club these two days, wait a minute, I'll make a call and ask." Bruce took out his cell phone, found a secluded place, made several calls in a row, and the last one was to Lynch to understand clearly then hang up.

He came back and said to Martin: "Adam Smith took the goods from Poyet. The DEA raided the black bar the night before yesterday and arrested everyone except Poyet. Maybe Adam Smith mentioned you to Poyet." , Poyet wanted revenge."

Martin nodded. "Poyet was shot in the ass by me."

Bruce clinked glasses with him: "You are really a civilized person." He still admired: "Good marksmanship."

Martin told the truth: "It's dark night, black people are targeted, it has nothing to do with marksmanship."

Bruce smiled: "Good luck."

Martin took a sip of his wine: "There are three more black people who have escaped."

Bruce asked specifically just now: "My friends in the DEA said that they are all members of black gangs in South City. These guys are not DEA, nor are they CIA and FBI informants. They are very happy recently. DEA will soon put They sweep away."

Martin pondered: "Kill all the uncontrolled goods and personnel?"

Bruce said vaguely: "They sell a lot of goods, which naturally affects the interests of others."

Martin has seen some rumors that behind those big dealers, there is always the shadow of DEA or CIA, especially the latter.

Bruce also said: "Old black people generally have problems with their heads. When they are impulsive, they don't care about them, and they can always do bad things that normal people can't understand. The DEA will sweep up the gangs in Nancheng. This will take a process."

He persuaded: "Martin, you and Elena had better leave the community and live in another place for a while, and wait for the DEA to get rid of the main personnel, and the matter will pass."

Martin just talked to Happy America last night. He shot more than ten rounds, and he could hear what Old Bu said: "I'll go back and discuss it with Elena, find an excuse to travel, and move out of Clayton tonight and stay in a hotel first." A few days."

Lily and Hall are going on summer vacation soon, and it is no problem to leave school a few days early.

Bruce said: "Those gangsters moved the DEA's cake, and it will be over in a week at most."

"Old Bu, with our relationship, I won't say thank you." Martin's words turned to the other side: "If possible, I would like to express my gratitude to your DEA friend in person."

Bruce ordered another glass of beer: "You stinky piece of shit, you're the best at messing around with relationships. You don't need to worry about him, and there's no need to thank him. He served in the UK with me."

Martin immediately had a guess: "Let's go over the British guy's friendship together?"

Bruce nodded slightly.

Martin gave a thumbs up: "This relationship is iron!"

The beer party lasted past 1 o'clock, and everyone left one after another. Martin paid the bill, said goodbye to Lao Bu, and returned to the community.

Elena is looking at job listings in the newspaper for a job as a bartender.

In the notebook next to him, there are some contact information.

Martin came in, sat on the sofa, and beckoned her to sit next to her: "I may have caused you some trouble. The people who came to me last night came from the black gang in South City."

He recounted the situation: "That's what I think. Lily and Hall will be on summer vacation soon. I'll find a fun resort hotel. You can stay in and relax for a week. You can go on a trip if you want..."

Lily ran out of the room: "Let's go to a resort hotel! I have long wanted to go to a resort."

Martin glared.

Elena is ready to move.

"I'm done talking, you don't need to do anything." Lily raised her fist and slammed it on her face.

Elena has to think about the safety of Lily and Hall: "Go to the resort hotel."

Martin called Hall and Harris out and asked them to pack their things. He rummaged through the contact information of a hotel and booked a house near the Great Smoky Mountains Lakeside Resort.

Later, he called Mr. Wood and others, saying that he would take advantage of Lily and Hall's summer vacation to travel by car.