American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 59: Hide for a while

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

 “I’m not embarrassing you, are you?” Wood asked.

Martin was very calm: "We are just self-defense, and we are still registered members of the neighborhood alliance patrol team." He looked around and lowered his voice: "After all, black police officers are a minority."

Nani said: "Martin, your shot was really accurate. That black...that idiot, don't even think about **** normally in the next few months."

 Martin knows how to get along with these people, and he boasts nonsense: "If I hadn't been too young in 1996, I would have come back with an Olympic shooting gold medal no matter what."

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

 People from the community burst into laughter.

“Guys, we didn’t sleep well last night because of me.” Martin knew how to be a good person and said loudly: “At noon, Clayton Bar, I’ll treat you, and I’ll have 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 funny!"

Martin said to Wood: "When calling people who didn't come to the police station, no one can be left behind."

Wood took out his cell phone and made a call.

The 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 and drink together.

Elena asked: "What is the specific situation?"

Martin thought for a moment and said: "The **** came after me, what should I say? The sequelae of making money. When I was at the House of Beasts, I received two high bonuses. The club's customer flow increased sharply, which affected the black bar opposite. He is a black bar owner and a dealer from Nancheng. "

Elena said: "You promised me not to touch those things."

"I haven't touched it. I am incompatible with the poison! I just found out that I reported one of his younger brothers." Martin briefly talked about what happened in the past two days: "There is an important role in Gray Company, and I am one of the candidates. , that guy was worried that I threatened him and wanted to frame me. Judging from what Boyette told me, that idiot had a connection with a black bar..."

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

Martin held up three fingers: "Someone told me that there are three worst, blackest and smelliest circles in the United States: Hollywood, the New York financial circle, and the Washington political circle. Compared to the latter two, Hollywood can barely rank third."

 When we arrived at 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, actually doesn’t cost much.

 Martin’s move won unanimous applause.

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

Elena drank two drinks and prepared to go back.

 Martin asked for a few snacks and asked Elena to take them back: "Give Hall one more. This idiot is a good trap at digging. He can trap his own family as well as bad guys."

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

 Martin called him over, ordered a glass of beer, and asked: "Are you tired?"

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

 Martin asked casually: "Going to do **** things?"

Bruce simply said: "There's something wrong with a batch of avocados from Mexico, and I'm going to help."

“Something happened last night. Boyette, the owner of the black bar opposite the club, suddenly brought several black people to the community to attack me...” Martin said roughly.

"I haven't been at the club in the past two days. Wait a minute. I'll call and ask." Bruce took out his mobile phone, found a secluded place, and made several calls in a row. The last one was called Lynch to find out more. 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. , Boyette wanted revenge." ˆ ˆ ˆ Martin nodded: "I shot Boyet until his **** was bruised."

Bruce clinked glasses with him: "You are really a civilized man." He still praised: "Your marksmanship is good."

Martin told the truth: "It was a dark night, the target was a black man, it had nothing to do with marksmanship."

Bruce smiled: "Good luck."

 Martin took a sip of wine: "There are three more black people running away."

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

Martin thought thoughtfully: "Kill all uncontrolled goods and personnel?"

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

Martin once saw some rumors that behind those large-scale traffickers, there is always the shadow of DEA or CIA, especially the latter.

Bruce added: "Old black men generally have problems with their heads. Regardless of whether they are impulsive or not, they can always do bad things that are difficult for normal people to understand. The DEA will conduct a raid on South City gangs. This will take a process."

He advised: "Martin, it's best for you and Elena to leave the community and live somewhere else for a while. After the DEA gets rid of the main personnel, the matter will be over."

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

Lily and Hall will have summer vacation soon, so there is no problem in leaving school a few days early.

Bruce said: "Those old gangsters have touched the DEA cake, and it will be over in a week at most."

“Brother, given 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 asked for another glass of beer: "You stinking **** is best at the bad relationship-building thing. You don't have to worry about him, and there's no need to thank him. He served in the UK with me."

 Martin immediately made a guess: "Let's fight against the British friends together?"

Bruce nodded slightly.

 Martin gave a thumbs up: "This is a strong connection!"

 The beer party went on until after 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 reading job postings in the newspaper and wants to find a job as a bartender.

 On the notebook next to me, I wrote down some contact information.

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

He explained the situation again: "That's what I think. Lily and Hall are going on summer vacation soon. I'll find a fun resort hotel for you to stay in and relax for a week. You can also travel if you want..."

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

 Martin glared.

Elena is ready to make a move.

"I'm done, you don't need to do anything." Lily raised her fist and hit her face with a bang.

Elena wants to consider 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 looked up the contact information of a hotel and booked a house at a lakeside resort near the Great Smoky Mountains.

 Subsequently, he called Mr. Wood and others and said that he would use Lily and Hall's summer vacation to drive out for a trip.

 (End of this chapter)