After get off work in the evening, Bruce continued to hitchhike with Martin.
He thought about what Martin said and said: "Hart and the people in the Sportsman Group believe that you can bring more income, so they are willing to go with you to protest against the Methodist Association."
Of course Martin knew this: "Don't worry, I'll let them continue to call daddy."
Bruce asked: "Informant reward? I guess we are all on the blacklist."
"This is easy to handle. You can ask Monica to call, and Hart and the others can ask his wife or friends to call." Martin turned around and the car approached the Baka community: "The boss agreed to provide subsidies based on hourly wages."
He thought for a while and then said: "I'm going to the Women's Association on Monday to see if I can get a sponsorship. Old Bu, this may not be possible, so don't say anything yet."
Ford stopped at the intersection and Bruce got out of the car: "Don't worry, I'm not an idiot like you."
The car door closed, Martin stepped on the accelerator and ran away, leaving Bruce to eat his cigarette.
Bruce was angry: "Don't go through the back door when you go back!"
Martin stretched his left arm out of the car window and gave him a middle finger.
The car drove to the intersection turning into the Clayton community. Under the few street lights that could still be lit, two white men stood up. They held white plastic bags in their hands and gestured towards Martin.
Martin had met vendors selling seaweed and flour before.
He didn't slow down and kept walking.
Only a few dozen meters away, there was a harsh sound of brakes coming from behind.
Martin subconsciously looked in the rearview mirror. A pickup truck rushed towards the intersection. The two white men turned around and ran away. After running a few steps, fire flashed in the open passenger and rear doors of the pickup truck.
boom--
Under the trolls, all beings are equal.
Two white men jumped directly into the street.
Martin's car drove very fast and drove all the way into the backyard. His hand touched the gun under his clothes, and he felt somewhat safe.
"What the hell!" Seeing the scenery with his own eyes, Martin's national curse buried deep in his heart burst out: "Troll!"
Although there are dealers around the community, Clayton is not the most chaotic community, and it is much better than the black and Latino areas.
After Martin came over, it was the first time he saw a gunman.
He washed his face, calmed down, closed the doors and windows, waited for a while, and found that the community was still calm, and then went to sleep.
In the early hours of the morning, Martin was awakened from his sleep by the sound of gunfire, which sounded not far away.
Martin picked up his pistol and cell phone and stood guard behind the masonry load-bearing wall at the door.
There was the roar of car and motorcycle engines, and intermittent gunfire.
He called Elena, waited for the call, and said: "Close the doors and windows, and don't come out!"
Elena said: "I know, idiot, don't go out either! Your broken pistol is not even useful for shooting birds!"
Martin hung up the phone and called 911.
It is estimated that many people in the community called the police.
The siren didn't sound.
Poor communities have no human rights.
When the gunfire disappeared and the roar of the motor dissipated, the sound of police sirens finally came from a distance.
After daybreak, Martin and Elena went to the scene of the crime to take a look.
In the house less than 150 meters away from Carter's house, the wooden walls were densely covered with bullet holes like a hornet's nest, and the blood on the dirt floor dried to dark black.
The police put up a barrier.
Martin saw Mr Wood and asked: "What happened?"
Wood arrived early and learned more about it: "I heard that black gangs from the south came to grab goods and markets, and they had a fight with Jackson and the others. Four people died. Our broken community will be in chaos in the future."
The middle-aged man next to him asked: "I'm going to buy a gun, will you go?"
Elena answered: "I'll go! Whoever dares to break into my house, I'll blow his pig head off!"
Martin went back to drive, called Bruce at the same time, called Bruce and Monica, and went to the gun store together.
Bruce said: "Last night, a trafficker also died in the Baka community."
Martin rejoiced: "If we take this path, we will end up with the same fate."
The atmosphere in the car was a bit heavy. The four of them all came from lower-class backgrounds and were not well-educated. Only Bruce, who had been a soldier, was in a better situation.
Martin's car stopped in front of the gun store: "Everyone, if I say something unpleasant, don't fall into the quagmire in the future. No one will reach out to help poor people like us."
Bruce realized something: "So, you have been working part-time."
Martin opened the door: "I'm just a part-time worker earning hourly wages. I don't know anything else."
Elena and Monica were confused: "What are these two stupid pigs talking about?"
The four people got out of the car and went to the gun store to choose guns.
Martin had a pistol, but after last night's scene, his phobia of insufficient fire broke out.
He wants to buy a long gun.
Elena also wants to buy a long gun.
According to Georgia law, there are no restrictions on the purchase of long guns, and no license is required.
The two followed the professional advice of Bruce and chose the shotgun that suited them.
Bruce bought an AR.
When the community environment deteriorates to a certain level, they have no choice but to take up arms.
After practicing the gun all morning, Martin told Elena when he returned: "Keep the gun away. Don't let idiot Hall get it. I doubt he will blow his head off."
Elena snorted coldly: "He is not as idiotic as you."
That night, another shooting occurred in the north neighborhood of Clayton.
The feud between gangs continues.
After Martin got off work, he simply slept in the living room of Carter's house with his shotgun in his arms.
During dinner in the morning, Hall complained: "We should take the initiative and blow the heads of those bastards."
Lily sneered: "Use your immature gun?"
Elena, who had always been optimistic and cheerful, looked at her younger siblings and was too heavy to speak.
Harris felt inexplicable pressure and suddenly raised his head: "I...I will find a way to make money and take you to a better community."
"This is the only way." Martin couldn't think of any other way. It was difficult to see patrol police in this poor place, and even the police who called the police were reluctant to come.
He asked Harris: "How are you going to make money?"
Elena took over: "I must insist on buying lottery tickets!"
Martin can only say that she is worthy of Elena.
But she continued: "I have memorized all the cocktail recipes you gave me and have been practicing them."
Martin and Lily asked for pen and paper, and wrote down some recipes for Elena.
After breakfast, and sending Elena to the Methodist Church, Martin remembered something and asked: "The Methodist Church is going to hold a large-scale training soon?"
Elena said: "Aiming at the idiot believers and their idiot children, it's the Methodist training center where you picked me up last time." She reacted very quickly: "Are you going to cause trouble again?"
Martin thought for a moment and said: "You can also participate when you have time, and then help me pay attention to Milton."
"I know him." Elena said: "His whole body exudes the stench of a woman's inherent sinfulness."
She was very interested: "Would you like 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 don't do anything else. You can't do complicated things."
Elena's chest hurt with anger: "My IQ crushes you idiot!"
Martin glanced at her rapidly rising and falling chest: "Okay, I admit, it can be crushed."
The Ford stopped in front of the lottery shop. Elena got out of the car to buy lottery tickets and asked, "Are you free at noon?"
Martin shook his head: "Probably not. I'm going to find a patent lawyer for consultation later, and then go to the Women's Association."
Elena was surprised: "Patent attorney?" She remembered: "The handiwork you told Lily about?"
Martin said: "Almost, I'll ask first."
