After breakfast at the hotel, Martin came to the lobby and called Benjamin.
Last time, Benjamin said when he wanted to send him to the Sacred Valley, he was a film and television graduate from the Savannah Art Institute.
Martin talked about the accent, and Benjamin asked Martin for help, and helped contact the person without saying a word.
Within a few minutes, Martin was given a contact information. Martin drove to the Atlanta branch, found relevant personnel, and obtained the performance department's auditor qualifications and related class schedules.
After listening to professional classes all morning, Martin went to a nearby professional bookstore in the afternoon and bought auxiliary equipment such as recorders and tapes.
He called Kelly Gray, who was still in Washington dealing with important matters.
It was not convenient 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 arriving at the school bus stop, Martin found two skinny black boys who wanted to harass Lily.
Lily, who is less than fifteen years old, is extremely developed and is almost as tall as Elena.
The Martin drove over and honked the horn, and Lily ran over quickly.
The two skinny black boys refused to give up and wanted to follow.
Martin pulled out a short-barreled shotgun from under the passenger seat, and the two black guys turned around and ran away.
Lily got into the passenger seat and grabbed the gun from Martin: "I'm going to kill their heads!"
Martin put the gun to the other side: "Let Harris pick you up from now on."
"Give me a gun." Lily took out a knife from her bag: "If you don't give it to me, I'll cut off your gun and use it."
Martin's hand came to the top of Lily's head.
Lily consciously shut up.
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 taking Lily to the school bus station from now on."
Recently, the public security in the community has collapsed. After dinner, no one wants to go out. Everyone is busy doing their own things.
Martin put on his headphones and listened 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 gets darker, a black business car approaches Clayton
Scott Carter lay 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.
By the moonlight, he saw two black men running out of a certain alley and robbing an unlucky man.
The car drove not far 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 if he took two painkillers in advance, it still hurt, so he could only move forward with a figure eight step.
Arriving at the door of the store, it took a lot of effort to lift the rolling shutter door.
He entered the door, and from the originally dark shadows, four black men in black clothes ran out and rushed into the store before Scott closed the door.
The dark gun was pointed at Scott's face.
Scott was dumbfounded. The old black man from Nancheng was so good at using his talents.
The bald old man holding the gun said: "If you don't want to die, take out all your money."
Another old black guy then pulled down the rolling shutter door: "We have plenty of time."
Scott raised his hand: "Don't shoot, I'll give you the money! I'll give you the money!"
Money is not as important as life.
He gave away the money he earned tonight before he could use it up.
"How much is this!" said the old black man with the gun: "You have been treating guests frequently at the bar recently, and you even said you made a lot of money. Just these few hundred dollars, what are you kidding me about?"
Scott said: "No more, really no more!"
"Search!" the bald old black man ordered, and the other three old black men rummaged through the boxes.
The night was long, and the gangsters had already targeted Scott and searched every corner of the grocery store.
With the gun pointed at his head, Scott didn't dare to move at all.
The grocery store was not big, so the gangsters quickly dug out several wine boxes, which were filled with bills of various denominations.
Scott was shaking but couldn't do anything.
The old black men opened the rolling shutter door and disappeared into the night.
Scott didn't even dare to call the police because there were too many stolen goods from unknown sources in his store.
"My money! My money!" Scott's legs were weak and he sat down on the ground.
Then he jumped up again: "My butt!"
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In the morning, at Carter's house, five people had breakfast around the coffee table.
Martin looked at Harris who had his plaster removed: "How did you do on the SAT?"
Harris knew that Martin did not understand the specific score, and said: "If you do well on the exam, but have poor social practice, you will have a higher chance of success when applying to public universities."
Martin asked: "Where's the tuition?"
Harris already has something on his mind: "Student loans."
Lily suddenly interjected: "You haven't reached the point where your brother can't get enough of it, and you can't pay it back clearly."
Elena took out the lottery ticket stub from her pocket, compared it with the results in the newspaper, cursed Fake, and threw it into the trash can.
Martin asked: "Missed?"
Lily said first: "The chance of her getting pregnant is lower than yours!"
Elena was already in a bad mood, but now she was really angry. She took something out from the bottom of the coffee table and blocked Lily's mouth.
It was a pink kettle with the straw removed.
Lily broke free and shouted angrily: "Elena, if you have the ability, use it seriously!"
Martin couldn't listen anymore and slapped her on the head: "Shut your stinky mouth."
Mr. Wood came in from the outside at this time, saw the kettle next to Lily's mouth, and reminded: "She is not yet under age."
Elena quickly threw the kettle under the coffee table: "Wood, what's wrong with you?"
Mr. Wood sat on a chair: "There have been frequent robberies around the community in the past few days. We called the police and got no response. I contacted many people to make complaints. 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 come with me."
Elena looked at Martin, who said: "Mr. Wood, I'll go with you."
Lily couldn't help it anymore: "They are all black people. We should slap their butts with mops and send them to the zoo!"
This time, Elena ignored Lily.
Martin changed into more formal clothes, took the ATL Women's Association work permit, and followed Wood to the outskirts of the community.
Ashley, Welbeck, Nani and Valencia, who are slightly more prestigious in the community, all arrived.
After waiting for a while at Nani's community supermarket, representatives from the police department arrived.
A black policeman.
The grumpy Nani tried his best to use polite words: "Officer, since those black gang members came to the community, Clayton's security has been completely destroyed!"
"This has nothing to do with black people," the black officer said.
Nani couldn't help but said: "Before the black people came, the public security in Clayton was not good, but it's not this bad!"
The black policeman stood up: "Are you discriminating against black people?"
"No, absolutely not." The man in the White House couldn't catch the big hat when he pressed it down. Martin quickly grabbed Nani and showed his work ID: "We are equal rights activists."
The black policeman looked at the Women's Association ID and did not dwell on the issue. He said coldly: "We will strengthen supervision in this area, but the police force is limited and it is impossible to maintain high-frequency patrols. I would like to give you a suggestion, form a neighborhood defense alliance. You report the person, and the police station will register it for you."
Having said this is like saying nothing.
The black policeman looked at his watch and said, "I have other jobs, so that's it."
The other party had a skin color bonus, so there was no way to discuss the black issue, and everyone could only watch him walk away.
Nani asked: "What should I do?"
"I'm old, but I'm willing to do my part in the community," Wood said. "I have a long gun."
Welbeck said: “Let’s form a patrol!”
Fletcher asked: "What about the fees?"
Everyone was silent. The poor people earned just enough money to support their families.
Martin said something practical: "Post notices on community bulletin boards, go out less at night, and avoid going to remote places even during the day. Count families who own guns, and exchange contact information with each other. If there is an attack, others will provide support."
Wood said: "Statistics staff, let's report it. If those gangsters really want to attack the community, we can take the initiative to defend and fight back."
Joining the Defense League will save you a lot of trouble when shooting. Martin thought for a moment and said, "Elena and I have guns."
That afternoon, Nani, Wood and others took the list to the police station and registered it.
The Neighborhood Defense League of the Clayton community is officially formed.
The fence in the yard was almost non-existent. Martin and Elena collected a lot of cans, filled them with gravel and tied them to the front and rear fences of the yard.
