Of course, this tacit understanding. It only exists in the slums of the middle and lower classes and the cities, and as for the middle-class and the politicians and rich people who support American society, such a scene cannot be seen in any way, and there are only luxury and wealth and drunkenness...... It's like what happened to Rambo, who was discharged from the army in "First Blood 1", in the town.

In any case, this is a symbol of the United States, and of course some necessary face-saving projects still have to be done, and the American society is still prosperous and stable after all. The face project and the image project are not the patented products of the Celestial Empire.

A group of thugs who were indistinguishable from the other annoying thugs of the night—in fact, the same feared but equally despised thugs—rode rumbling motorcycles down alleys to a drunkard who seemed to be drunk.

"Old Tom, what did Lao Tzu do to Lao Tzu about what Lao Tzu asked you to stare at?" The rider who took the lead parked the motorcycle next to the homeless man, pushed the windshield on the black helmet up, supported his feet on the ground to maintain the balance of the body, did not turn off the engine, and did not even turn off the lights at all, and asked the homeless man in front of him who was looking at his dirty old eyes with dim eyes. I'm a little impatient.

The riders in the back have a tacit understanding to turn off their own lights, but in the same way, they still do not turn off the engine, and the air-cooled V-twin motorcycle engine with an exhaust capacity of 1600CC makes a rhythmic and powerful rumbling sound when idling, like a sexy stunner with rich breasts and fat buttocks, which is extremely charming.

It's good, it's very good, at least the homeless man can only see the general outline of the rider, and even if the rider takes off the helmet, the homeless man can't see the rider's face clearly. From a psychological point of view, this will create a sense of psychological oppression and mystery for the other party, and to some extent, it will be easier to establish one's authority in front of others. Now I know why the ancient emperors liked to hang bead curtains on their crowns to the sky, in order to establish the mystery of the emperor.

Behind the guy in the lead, who was wearing a black leather jacket and had a sturdy body like a terminator, there were more than a dozen almost identical motorcycles, but the atmosphere was a little weird, these little gangsters who made trouble as if a locust disaster was coming as long as they appeared somewhere on weekdays, were unusually quiet, whether it was Ah Fei who was covered in tattoos and tattoos, or the little sister who was wearing revealing clothes and heavy makeup as if she had crawled out of hell, none of them spoke.

If it weren't for the rumbling sound of the motorcycle alerting Old Tom, maybe Old Tom would have thought of all this in front of him as a sculpture suddenly standing on the street.

But at this time, the homeless man had no time to take care of these, and in the face of these usually fierce and vicious existences, Old Tom hurriedly said respectfully and flatteringly, "Dear Big K Boss." My old Tom has been helping you keep an eye on that man's car for the past few days, and he has not dared to ignore it for a moment. ”

Just when the homeless man wanted to show how hard he had worked and wanted to get some benefits from the big K who made him fearful, Big K waved his hand impatiently to stop the homeless man's movements, "Tell the point." ”

In Old Tom's ears, there was an unquestionable authority in Big K's tone at this moment, as if his words were Zeus's supreme order, so that Old Tom didn't even have the courage to refuse. …,

"Yes, yes," the homeless man nodded repeatedly, not daring to be verbose, licking his chapped lips, and telling the results of his observations in the last few days to the big K, who seemed to be as terrible as Satan's apostle in the eyes of the homeless people.

However, in the process of telling, seeing that Da K nodded frequently, and seemed to be quite satisfied with his work, the homeless man mustered up his courage, rolled his cloudy eyes, and secretly glanced at Da K's leather jacket, the right side of his chest, bulging.

It probably contained a lot of money, and the homeless man kept talking about his observations. I kept thinking to myself in my heart: I don't know how much the respected and terrible big K will give him this time?

"Not bad," after listening to Old Tom's chatter for a long time, Big K finally nodded contentedly, "Old Tom, you did a good job this time, you know the rules, right?" "A lot of words," he stretched out his hand, took out a bottle of inferior spirits from the leather side bag on the right side of his back seat, and threw it on Old Tom's dirty and old "bed".

"Yes, yes," Old Tom's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up at the sight of this bottle of wine, and he nodded again and again, "I have never seen anyone tonight, I am drunk, I sleep soundly, and I don't know anything." ”

"Very good, you're smart," the little gangster leader known as Big K nodded with satisfaction this time, and in the expectant and pleading gaze of Old Tom, he took out a stack of dollars from his leather jacket, pulled out one of the $100 bills and threw it to the homeless man, "Remember, do a good job, the boss won't treat you badly." This is given to you by the boss, do it well, the boss will not treat anyone badly. ”

Facing Old Tom's pious gaze as if he was praying for God, Big K enjoyed the feeling of being on top, even though he was usually just an insignificant pawn. But at this moment, in front of this homeless man, he is an angel, a god, and the God who decides the life and death of this poor old tramp! To be honest, Big K simply loves this feeling, this feeling, just like when he smoked cocaine, makes him fluttery and unable to extricate himself.

"Yes, yes, dear Lord K, thank you for your generosity." The homeless man agreed in surprise, staring at the dollar bill fluttering in front of him, and his dark and cloudy eyes revealed a strong greed! For a homeless person, $100 is definitely not a small amount!

The dollar fluttered without a trace in the slight night breeze, as if it were an evil dark elf, proudly playing with the homeless man in front of him. Finally, under the shameless pull of the more evil earth's gravity, the evil dark elf fell in front of Old Tom very unwillingly, and wanted to repeat his charming action just now with an aggrieved face.

At this moment, the tramp old Tom showed an agility that was absolutely inappropriate for his age, and the old Tom stretched out his withered old hand like a tree branch like lightning, and clutched the dollar bill in his hand. Old Tom's movements at the moment. Whether it is speed or accuracy, it is enough to make the veteran dealers and super veterans of the super casino in Las Vegas unreachable, and when they see this at the first glance, they will have the illusion of seeing the God of Gambling, and then they will bow their heads and bow down!

But these are obviously not enough, for Big K, this point can't let him experience his ultimate dream when he was a god, since his boss gave him instructions, Big K decided to show off tonight.

Well? Why hasn't Lord K left yet? Seeing that Lord K has no intention of leaving. Old Tom, who was staring at the hundred-dollar bill, as if he could find a peerless beauty on it, suddenly felt that something seemed to be wrong. Lord K doesn't want to kill me, does he? Since the thought of many words came out of Old Tom's heart, it seemed to spread like a plague throughout Old Tom's body. …,

The fear of death made old Tom tremble as if he were convulsed! Trembling, Old Tom knelt down to Big K, "Lord Big K, please don't kill me, please don't kill me, I won't say anything." ”

“****！” Big K scolded fiercely, and kicked Old Tom with a laugh, "Who said I was going to kill you?" Today, Lao Tzu is in a good mood and will reward you with something good. ”

Yes? Didn't you want to kill me? The panic and fear in his heart were a little lessened, and Old Tom blinked his eyes in horror, recalling what Big K said: Do you want to reward me with something? Could it be that today is the lucky day of Lord K? Or is Big K a female star?

really let this homeless man guess correctly, the reason why Da K's mood is so good is indeed because last night, Da K's boss rewarded Da K with a model who is well-known in the local area, and his devil-like figure and demon-like skillful skills make Da K want to stop!

However, the big K, who got a reward from the boss, is determined to continue to carry forward the dream of carrying forward the promising job of mixed society: how happy the life is now, no need to work, just do what you like since you were a child, you can get enough salary from the boss, have a car to drive, money to spend, and beautiful women to yourself, isn't this the life of your dreams?

As for the future? Big K, whose body is proportional to the Terminator but whose mind is inversely proportional to his body, hasn't thought about this problem at all - anyway, in the American gangster world, there are many super gangsters with a wrinkled face, white hair, and riding a motorcycle, and Big K thinks that at that age, he should be much better than those old gangsters who are still at the bottom of the gangster world, right? Many words are now grassroots leaders in the gangster world.

Of course, Big K knows very well that if he wants to keep his current life, there is only one thing he needs to do, that is, to do the things that the boss has assigned to him and do it best.

As long as a simple-minded person recognizes one thing, usually ten cows will not be able to pull it back. And as long as he recognizes the person, he will be unusually loyal, Big K is obviously such a person, for such a guy, there is nothing that any boss does not like.

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PS: "Niang Xipi," said our Mr. Jiang, "there is another power outage." ”……，