American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 58 Happy America

  In the evening, it was getting dark, and we were in an abandoned wooden house not far from Clayton.

Poyet 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 him, sitting on a broken sofa and wooden chairs, were four black men who were darker than him.

 They are also wearing black clothes, making it easy for people to ignore them.

One of the bald men said: "Boss Bo, we have just acquired this place. Do you want to seize the market? You have a higher status in the gang than us, but we are not afraid of you."

Poyette said: "Tom, I'm here to talk about a business with you."

Bald Tom raised his finger and shook it: "We are not short of money."

 The dirty-haired boy Jerry next to him pulled out a tequila box and opened it showily. It was filled with rolls of U.S. dollars.

Poyet stood up, opened the box, and kicked it down. A lot of 20 rolls of U.S. dollars were scattered inside.

“Come with me and kill the **** out of Clayton,” he said. “This is all yours.”

Tom asked: "Who is that piece of shit?"

Poyet remembered the information collected by Adam Smith, and asked the APD he knew well 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 **** 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?"

Poyet 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.

 Doing what he is best at and almost penetrating his soul, he no longer thought about it and said: "We took over this job."

Poyet laughed and took out his M1911 to check the magazine.

 The other four were also ready to fire their pistols.

Tom glanced at Boyet's clothes, took out a black suit and handed it to him: "Put these on, we are the kings of the night!"

Poyet immediately changed his clothes.

 Black skin and black clothes are a perfect match.

 …

In 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 bedroom door ringing again. He subconsciously turned his head to look, and his eyes caught Lily's face.

 “Fake!” Elena also noticed 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.

 The sound of the kettle falling on the floor alerted the people in the other bedroom.

Hall with a baseball bat and Harris with a pistol all ran out.

 Whatever interest Martin and Elena had, it was gone.

 The latter got up and growled: "Go back to sleep!"

 The two bedroom doors closed and Martin turned off the lamp.

He covered himself with a blanket. He didn't know how long it had been, but he was having a sweet dream about taking down three phoenixes single-handedly, when he suddenly heard the clatter of cans.

 Martin was also someone who had trained with Bruce many times. He immediately stood up, picked up the shotgun, and came to the window to check the situation.

It was the sound of cans clattering again, but the wind couldn't make it so loud.

Martin heard some movement behind him and glanced back. Elena came out barefoot and holding her shotgun.

 “I heard a noise and saw you,” 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 when 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!”

The trap was of course dug by Hall. 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.

The people outside heard the sound and fired. In the dark night, who knows where the bullets flew.

“It’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 gunshots completely broke the tranquility of the night.

 “Fake! Kill that bastard!”

 A burst of gunfire rang out, but fortunately they were all pistols.

Elena also fired a 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 to support.

The gunfire outside stopped, and Martin stretched out the barrel of his gun. Regardless of whether he could see anyone or not, he fired four shots in one breath, and then hurriedly squatted down to load the bullets.

There were no screams outside, but there was the sound of pistol shooting.

boom! boom-

Gunshots were heard 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 breath.

 “Oops! My ass!”

 Martin was lucky and hit one with a shotgun.

More gunshots were heard, and someone outside shouted: "Go quickly, leave Boyet alone, his **** 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 asked his younger siblings to go back to their rooms quickly. He held the pistol tightly and guarded the doorways of the two bedrooms.

The sound of car motors could be heard outside, and the headlights of multiple cars illuminated the road in front of the door.

Nani’s loud voice rang out: “Martin, Elena, you couple of **** are not dead, are they?”

To be on the safe side, Martin kept his head hidden 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 blooming **** 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, protect the scene." He said in a unified voice: "Old blacks attacked 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 look at the old black man and said: "Natural protective color, born criminal."

 Martin came to the fence of the yard and saw Lao Hei moaning in pain.

 Black skin, black bald head, black clothes…

No wonder he can’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 soon!" Boyet's buttocks were blooming, and he was still saying harsh words: "The South City gang will not let you go!"

 Martin turned the **** of the gun and hit Boyet hard in the mouth: "I'll f*ck you!"

Poyet’s teeth were mostly protruding, and he made a whispering sound when he spoke.

 Martin shouted: "Everyone saw it, he fell it himself."

 Others laughed and echoed: "Yes, he dropped it!"

 (End of this chapter)