It is said that the moon abroad is rounder than at home.
Wang Dachun didn't notice it. He only saw a waning moon, which was still a little red.
Yes, the red moon, the incomplete red moon, quietly emerged from the thick clouds, and was blocked by the thick dark clouds after a moment.
At this moment, the streets of Miami were extremely cold, with few pedestrians, and only one or two homeless people huddled in the corner of the street. The weather was very cold, and their quilts were a little thin, so they had to huddle up.
The gap between the rich and the poor here in the United States is huge. The real wealthy families are drunk and meaty, and their bones will freeze to death on the road.
Moreover, Wang Dachun also saw many drunkards approaching single pedestrians to cause trouble, and some even robbed them. This kind of scene is almost unimaginable in China.
After going abroad, I realized how happy and secure people living in China are.
Several people were driving along the street. The blocks in front of them were becoming more and more dilapidated and messy. The old telephone poles and scattered wires made Wang Dachun feel as if he had arrived in the 1980s and 1990s in China.
Wang Dachun sighed: "No, it's said that the United States is a beacon of light in the world, but the urban construction here is actually not even comparable to that at home."
Wang Ran smiled bitterly and said: "The United States has indeed fallen behind in recent years. Capitalists are extremely selfish. They will never do anything without profit. Renovation of old cities like this will cost money, and the capitalists will lose money." If we use money to improve people’s livelihood, we might as well kill them!”
Wang Dachun nodded. This is the shortcoming of a capital country. For many domestic projects such as rural roads and rural networks, even if it knows it is losing money, the state will build roads to the door of every household and pull network cables to every villager. doorstep.
This is the real improvement of people's livelihood. What is the gap? This is the gap.
The United States keeps flaunting democracy, but it is just a game between the rich, and the poor will always be poor.
"Stop! Get off!"
Just as everyone was stopping at the intersection waiting for the traffic light, four or five bald heads suddenly rushed out, pointing the black muzzles at their car.
Wang Dachun said: "Could this be a skinhead?"
Wang Ran said: "Who are these guys?"
You Yong said: "These guys are so arrogant, won't the government care?"
Wang Ran said helplessly: "Why don't you care? There are so many guns in the United States that we can't control them at all. In a word, it's chaos."
"Fuck! I asked you to get off the car and I didn't hear you. If you don't get off, I'll blow your heads off!" For these Chinese, they are the best to rob. Even if they kill people, the superiors will usually choose to turn a blind eye. Eye.
Several skinheads saw that the people in the car not only did not get out of the car but were talking and laughing inside, they immediately became angry. This is incredible!
Wang Dachun said to You Yong: "Go down and show them how powerful you are, and leave one alive to lead the way for us."
"Yes, Captain!"
After You Yong said that, he opened the door and got out of the car.
"Why are you the only one getting out of the car? Why don't they get off?" The leader was a bald white man. He had already seen a beautiful girl in the car and couldn't help but swallowed secretly.
You Yong closed the car door and smiled: "Because it's enough for me to come down alone."
The bald man was stunned, "What do you mean?"
You Yong grinned, "Because I am enough to deal with you scum by myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he struck out with thunder, leaving behind a series of afterimages. Before the skinheads could react, their heads moved.
The bald white man was left shivering, "You... you are not a human being!"
You Yong grabbed his neck like a hawk grabbing a chicken and threw him into the car.
Wang Dachun looked at the white man's bald head and said, "Do you know where the women in Tang Long's martial arts school were caught?"
"What kind of woman? I don't know!" The bald white man was shivering. He went out to rob someone tonight, but unexpectedly he kicked an iron plate. These people must be too scary!
boom!
Wang Dachun immediately stretched out his hand and knocked the melon seeds on the bald head, and a big bump suddenly formed.
"Be honest, I'll ask you the questions, otherwise I'll make you look good."
The bald man grinned in pain and touched the pigeon-egg-sized bump on his forehead, "I said! That woman was sent to our boss."
Wang Dachun continued to ask: "How many skinheads are there here?"
"This...I'm not very clear either."
boom!
Wang Dachun hit him on the head again. He didn't know why when he saw such a shiny bald head, Wang Dachun couldn't help but want to hit him. It was like a wooden fish, making people want to hit it twice when they saw it.
This time Wang Dachun was more ruthless, and the bulge on his bare forehead was as big as an egg.
"Say it! If you dare to hide it again, I'll knock you again."
The corners of Baldhead's mouth twitched as he said, "Let me tell you! There are probably more than a hundred of us here."
Wang Dachun asked: "Do you often come out to rob?"
"Well..."
boom!
Wang Dachun knocked on his forehead again. This time the swelling was even bigger, as big as a duck egg.
The bald man almost cried, "Brother, it's not that I don't want to speak, I just want to organize my language!"
Wang Dachun grinned, "Then tell me quickly, my patience is limited."
"Actually, we don't rob very often, we just do it occasionally." The bald man looked at Wang Dachun with a look of fear. He was really scared.
"Huh, don't tell the truth!"
After Wang Dachun finished speaking and was about to take action, the bald man immediately covered his head with his hands, "Brother, don't bother, I will do it myself."
After saying that, he slapped himself on the back of the head and knocked him unconscious. If he let this guy do it again, he would probably lose his mind.
Wang Dachun: "..."
Is this okay?
This guy is quite smart. It was precisely because of his own actions that he was saved from death.
Soon, the car drove to a skinhead stronghold in Miami, a small estate in the suburbs.
In the United States, most of the really rich people actually live in the suburbs. Places closer to the suburbs have more space and better greenery. Only the poor live in the city.
Wang Dachun reached out and flicked the bulge on the bald head, and the bald head immediately woke up with an "ouch".
Wang Dachun kicked the bald man out of the car, "Tell me, was the woman you captured in the martial arts school brought here? Remember, you only have this one chance."
The bald man looked up and said, "This is right here, please forgive me, brother, it's none of my business!"
Wang Dachun slapped Guang's head on the door, and he fainted immediately.
Wang Dachun walked to the manor first, "Let's go and wash out the skinheads!"
You Yong, Wang Ran and Yun Zhu all followed.
The groundhog also followed behind.
Wang Ran said with a guilty conscience: "Is it really possible to just kill him so boldly?"
