In the evening, it was getting dark, and we were in an abandoned wooden house not far from Clayton.
Boyette sat on a small box, took out a handful of his crotch with one hand, put it to his nose and smelled it, and immediately felt refreshed.
Opposite, four black men darker than him were sitting on the broken sofa and wooden chairs.
They were also dressed in black, making them easy to miss.
One of the bald men said: "Boss Bo, we have just acquired this place. Do you want to seize the market? Your status in the gang is higher than ours, but we are not afraid of you."
Boyette said, "Tom, I'm here to talk to you about a deal."
Bald Tom raised his finger and shook it: "We are not short of money."
Jerry, the kid with dreadlocks next to him, pulled out a tequila box and opened it showily. It was filled with rolls of dollar bills.
Boyette stood up, opened the box, and kicked it down. A lot of 20-dollar rolls were scattered inside.
“Come with me and kill the shit out of Clayton,” he said. “This is all yours.”
Tom asked, "Who is that piece of shit?"
Boyette remembered the information collected by Adam Smith, and asked the APD he was familiar with to inquire about the situation that day, and he had some guesses in his mind.
There is also the matter of snatching customers after ten o'clock. New and old hatreds are added together. Who will do it if you don't do that piece of shit? He said: "That guy is a young actor, he seems to have some money. Let's go there together, catch him and fuck him. It's all yours to extract as much as you can from him."
The two black men, Spike and Butch, couldn't help but want to comply.
Tom, who had a little more brains, stopped them and asked, "Does he live alone?"
Boyet nodded: "I rent a house alone."
Dirty-braided Jerry came over and whispered in Tom's ear: "Five against one, the advantage is ours."
Tom looked at the bills on the ground and then at the tequila box. There was a big gap.
He did what he was best at and almost penetrated his soul. He no longer thought about it and said, "We took over this job."
Boyette laughed, took out the M1911 and checked the magazine.
The other four were also ready to fire their pistols.
Tom glanced at Boyette's clothes, took out a black suit and handed it to him: "Put these on, we are the kings of the night!"
Boyette immediately changed his clothes.
Black skin and black clothes are a perfect match.
…………
Inside Clayton Community, there are still a few dim street lights on, which makes people feel a little more at ease than the darkness outside.
Wearing shorts and shorts, Martin checked the doors and windows one by one and returned to the sofa.
The shotgun is placed under the coffee table, within easy reach.
The bedroom door creaked, and Elena sneaked out, jumped up and jumped on Martin.
Just as Martin made a move, he heard the sound of the bedroom door again, and subconsciously turned his head to look, his eyes catching Lily's face.
"Fake!" Elena also noticed it and turned back angrily.
Martin took out something from under the coffee table and threw it towards Lily.
The pink kettle hit the door frame.
"Do you dare to tell the truth? Martin, come on, tell the truth!" Lily simply opened the bedroom door and stood there with her arms folded: "It's not the first time I've seen it, so what are you afraid of?"
The sound of the kettle falling on the floor alerted the people in the other bedroom.
Hall, who was carrying a baseball bat, and Harris, who was carrying a pistol, all ran out.
Whatever interest Martin and Elena had had, it was gone now.
The latter got up and growled: "Go back to sleep!"
She walked towards the bedroom, flexing her hands and feet as she walked: "You idiot, don't you want to know why my penis is so big? I will beat it into a basketball for you today!"
The two bedroom doors closed and Martin turned off the lamp.
Covering himself with a blanket, he didn't know how long it had been. He was dreaming about taking down three phoenixes single-handedly, when he suddenly heard the clatter of cans.
Martin, who had trained with Bruce many times, immediately stood up, picked up the shotgun, and came to the window to check the situation.
There was the sound of cans clattering again, but the wind couldn't make it so loud.
Martin heard movement behind him and glanced back to see Elena coming out barefoot and holding her shotgun.
"I heard a noise and saw you again," she said.
Martin told her to hide behind a masonry support wall.
He looked outside and saw that the street lights were a little far away. It was pitch dark outside and he couldn't see anything.
Elena felt chilly and couldn't help asking: "Did James crawl out?"
Martin faintly heard voices, and just as he was about to distinguish them carefully, a scream suddenly rang out.
"Ah!" Then I heard a somewhat familiar curse: "Who dug the trap! And put nails in it!"
Of course Hall dug the trap.
Martin decided to scare away the people over there and shouted: "Who are you? Get out of here! I have a gun in my hand..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of gunshots and subconsciously shrank his neck.
Someone outside heard the sound and fired. In the dark night, the bullets flew to who knows where.
"That's that bastard!" The familiar voice shouted again: "I've seen his late-night scenes, and it was his voice just now."
Martin took a look and saw that it was pitch dark outside. He didn't know where the people were. He raised his shotgun and fired a shot through the open window according to the direction of the sound.
boom--
The sound of gunfire completely broke the tranquility of the night.
"Fake! Kill that bastard!"
There was a burst of gunfire, but fortunately they were all pistols.
Elena fired another shot from the other window, and the bullets flew into the sky.
Martin shouted at her: "Don't show your head! Don't let the three idiots in the house come out. Call Wood and others and ask the neighborhood allies to come quickly for support."
Instead of calling the police and hoping that the APD will not come, it is better to look to the newly formed neighborhood alliance.
Elena took Martin's mobile phone and called Wood and others one after another. They were awakened and immediately said they would come for support.
The gunfire outside stopped, and Martin stretched out the barrel of his gun. Regardless of whether he saw anyone or not, he fired four shots in one breath, and then hurriedly squatted down to load bullets.
There were no screams outside, but there was the sound of pistol shooting.
boom! boom--
Gunshots rang out in the distance, and neighborhood allies were dispatched. A dozen guns were fired in front and behind.
"Let's go!" The people outside were not stupid: "Boyet, there are many of them, let's go quickly!"
The voice shouted angrily: "Tom, don't call me my name! Are you idiots! Jerry, my ankle is sprained, come and help me!"
The sound of cans clattered again, and Martin fired again, firing five bullets in one go.
"Ah! My ass!"
Martin was lucky and hit one with a shotgun.
More gunshots were heard, and someone outside shouted: "Come on, leave Boyet alone, his ass is blown and he can't run away!"
Martin reloaded the gun and waved to the three idiots who were peeking through the door: "Go back! Don't come out looking for death!"
Harris told his younger siblings to go back to their rooms, and he held the pistol tightly and guarded the doorways of the two bedrooms.
There was the sound of car motors outside, and the headlights of many cars illuminated the road in front of the door.
Nani's loud voice rang out: "Martin, Elena, you couple of bitches are not dead, are they?"
Martin didn't show his head to be on the safe side, and shouted back: "We're fine, I think I hit a son of a bitch!"
Valencia shouted excitedly: "Look, there's a black guy with a big ass over there! Martin, you used a bullet to blast his back door!"
Martin boasted: "My shooting skills, one versus two, one versus three, it's nothing."
Wood said at this time: "Come out, it's okay."
Martin looked up, opened the door, pointed his gun in the air, and walked out.
Wood reminded: "Don't run around and protect the scene." He said in a unified voice: "The black man attacked the community houses and we were forced to defend ourselves."
Others responded with a bang.
The bad things that happened tonight have made them feel the threat personally, and they will be more united in the near future.
Wood called the police again. He went over to see the old black man and said, "Naturally protective, a born criminal."
Martin came to the fence of the yard and saw Lao Hei groaning in pain.
Black skin, black bald head, black clothes...
No wonder he couldn't see anyone.
This is a natural advantage.
Looking again, Martin found that he knew Boyette, the owner of the black bar.
"You trash, don't get too happy too early!" Boyet's buttocks were blooming, and he was still saying harsh words: "The Nancheng gang will not let you go!"
Martin turned the butt of the gun and hit Poyet hard in the mouth: "Fuck you!"
Most of Boyet's teeth were sticking out, and he made a whispering sound when he spoke.
Martin shouted: "Everyone saw it, he dropped it himself."
Others laughed and echoed: "Yes, he fell!"
