Chinese In the middle of the night, on the road in the Ruhr neighborhood of Pittsburgh, a family car of Honda of the Japanese country went around in circles on this street that did not fit in with it.

John Peng had been wandering around the area for days, but still couldn't find a seller of what he was looking for.

Laura has been in prison for almost a year, and John, following Damon's advice, has found the "key" to this prison.

He now has at least three ways to save his wife.

But as the "prison escape expert" Dimon said, the most difficult part of escaping from prison is not how to escape, but how not to be caught after escaping.

He only has a deposit of more than $8,000 in this way, and the damn Star Flag Country lifestyle makes them often rely on credit cards to get by.

Being able to save so much money in less than a year is already John's limit.

But that's not the most difficult part, the most difficult thing is that he also needs a fake passport and driver's license, as well as a completely real social security number, to ensure that after escaping from prison, he will be able to leave the country by plane.

He has always been a very honest scholar, admitted to university, stayed in school to become a teacher, got married, and had children.

Everything is so ordinary and banal.

But now, he's trying to find someone to buy a fake passport, driver's license, or even a real social security number that he didn't know where he got it.

For someone like him, it's a little too difficult.

But he knew it was something he had to do.

As a result, he could only try his luck in the Ruhr, a famous criminal neighborhood in Pittsburgh.

I hope to find someone who can provide you with fake passports and driver's licenses in this neighborhood full of drug dealers, street girls, pimps, etc.

Maybe it's predestined by God, maybe it's my luck.

After two nights of finding nothing, John finally found a clue.

When he drove into a remote alley, he saw a black drug dealer not far away, stuffing a bag of things into a red Mustang sports car.

Through the reflection of the street lamp, he could clearly see the people in the car, and from the bag, he pulled out something that looked like a passport, looked at it, and drove away.

When the car was far away, he cautiously got out of the car, came to the black man, and asked in a low voice, "I want to buy 3 grams of Oscontin!"

"$10 a gram. The black man stared at him and gave a price.

John took out the money and handed it to the other man, and the black man looked at him again, and then walked back to his car, took out a small bag of things, walked back and stuffed it into John's hand.

John took the things and said, "I still need a passport and a driver's license, do you have one?"

"Hey man, get out of here! I don't have what you want here. The black man leaned into his car, looked at John fiercely, and drove him away.

John looked at the other party's fierce expression, didn't dare to say anything more, and could only walk back to his car dejectedly.

Just as he was about to drive away, suddenly someone knocked on the window from outside.

John immediately lowered the window of the car, only to see the black drug dealer just now, standing outside the car and whispering to him: "If you want to buy a passport, you need to pay a deposit......

"I'll pay the deposit. John hurriedly replied.

"Does Raphael's Bar know?"

"I don't know. ”

"From here, go up the main street, go all the way west, and you'll see the bar on the right side of the road. When you get there, just go to the bar and look for Haval. ”

John suppressed his excitement and asked, "What did I say when I saw him?"

"Tell him that Mousse told you to go. ”

With that, the black drug dealer turned and walked away.

……

Raphael's bar, noisy music, heavy makeup and bright waitresses, and a variety of guests made John, who had just walked into this bar, feel extremely depressed.

He pressed the discomfort in his heart, slowly walked to the bar, and shouted to the bartender, "Haval, I'm looking for Haval." ”

The bartender pointed to the white man at the pool table with his chin and went about his business.

John walked over, looked at Haval who was playing billiards, and said as quietly as he could, "Are you Haval?"

"Yes!" replied Haval as he played.

"Mousse told me to come to you!" John whispered as he stepped in two steps.

"Well, Mousse called you. So what do you want to do?" Haval asked, pushing the white ball out with a smile as he looked at John.

"I need three fake passports, a driver's license, and a social security number to pass through security. John leaned closer to Haval and said, for fear someone would hear.

"How did you and Mousse meet?" Haval's expression finally became serious, and he asked seriously.

"He showed me the kids. John said nonsense.

"Okay, you come over to me. Haval smiled and walked towards the back door.

"You're looking for a fake passport, aren't you?" Haval asked as he walked out of the bar as he looked at John and smiled.

"Yes, three fake passports, one driver's license. John replied.

"No problem, you need to pay a $1500 deposit. Haval laughed even harder.

John was about to reply, when suddenly he was hit the back.

Caught off guard, John was directly beaten and fell to the ground, powerless to fight back.

Even in normal times, he often exercises, and he also practiced Jeet Kune Do for a period of time in the martial arts gym, but unfortunately when he really needs to fight, his brain is completely blank, and he can only lie on the ground and can't move.

At this time, he saw that the person who beat him in the back turned out to be the black drug dealer just now, Mousse.

He and Haval kicked and kicked John on the ground until his face was covered in blood and he couldn't get up at all.

Mousse took out a dagger, put it under John's eye, and said fiercely: "If I see you again, I will gouge out this eye of yours, do you hear!"

With that, Mousse searched John's pocket and took out his wallet, took all the bills inside, and then turned around with Haval and walked away.

John has never been beaten so hard since he was a child.

He struggled to get up from the ground, drove back to his home, and briefly cleaned his wounds.

Then, on the wall of the house, on a map that recorded the escape route, he wrote down his current savings with a marker.

8000-2000

He only had $6,000 left in the deposit.

Looking at the wall, a year's worth of plans, John told himself that he must not give up.

A family, a lifetime, this is a man's commitment, but also a man's responsibility, but also a man's love for himself, the best proof.

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