In the dining room of the mansion, Sass sits at a long dining table reading some materials, and on that table is a sterling silver candlestick and some decorative flowers.

Sasse, dressed in a floral shirt, is looking at a set of data from the Crime Prevention Agency of the United States, which proves that the gun ban policy that Obama wanted to push hard before he left office is correct. The data goes like this: there are at least 300 million guns in the country of 318 million, and this set of data just confirms a famous Texas saying, they say, 'Don't invest in assets that will depreciate: Drives, flies, floats, f―u-c-k-s (roughly don't invest in cars, planes, boats, women), buy guns and land if you want.'" So, what is the response to this? It's another set of data, which is that one in every 100 people in the country is serving a prison sentence, and if you look at this proportion of the population, there are at least 3 million prisoners serving sentences in the country, and most of these prisoners have been dealt with guns.

“BOSS。”

"Mr. Sas."

"Boss."

When it's time for lunch, the Sass dining room comes alive with long, deliberately curly men who walk in with a group reminiscent of the early Colombian-drug-thug hairstyles in Hollywood movies, except that they have a European face.

"Look at this set of data." Sasse threw the document on the table: "Our Mr. President uses this set of data to prove that guns have undermined the law and order of the United States." ”

"Nonsense."

"What do blacks know about policing?"

The voice of mockery came from the Sass restaurant, but Sass sneered a few times and said, "I think he is right, if there were no guns." I would never dare shout 'I-don't-give-a-fuck-about' at Salvadorans back then. ”

"At least the gun gave me guts."

When Sass said this, he no longer had the excitement of being young and strong. At the same time, I forgot that he was not the first to stand up and open fire on Salvadorans. It's multi-branch.

The guys who entered the restaurant looked at each other a few times, completely puzzled by how Sasse had begun to support the black president, and sat down with puzzled expressions.

In addition to these core characters in the dining room, there are a few people playing games next to the 52-inch wall-mounted TV in the living room, and some are making coffee in the kitchen, and there are almost 20 people in the whole mansion, which really has a taste of the sky.

"Any idea why I say that?" Sass glanced at everyone. He said softly: "I used to be like you, young and vigorous, never afraid of anything, and dared to rush forward in the streets against bullets. But now, decades later, I realize that I can be stupid. Like those idiots in the early days of the founding of the United States, is the duel where you shoot me really a hero? What if you win? How painful the gunshot wound on his body was, only the grinning ghost and the wolf howl in the middle of the night knew it. Now I don't want everybody to have guns, I just want us to have guns, and you don't understand what it's like to see your property, your health, your brothers lose nothing when you kill your enemy. ”

"It's like solving multi-branch?"

Sas's ass shot hit the right place, he raised his head very excitedly, and proudly stretched out his finger to point at the speaker: "You're right! ”

Coax.

The restaurant burst into laughter. One of the guys understood and seemed to have to say with the most obscene expression: "No wonder the boss wants him to have a 'gun' and the opponent doesn't." ”

"Hahaha......"

The restaurant burst into laughter, and some people burst into tears. He was reaching out and rubbing his eyes.

After the laughter, the guy leaning next to Sass said, "Boss, I have something to tell you, some of the men that Doko just recruited have returned to the wandering area, and they say they don't want to play for that family anymore; There are also some guys who don't get a chance at all on weekdays who leave the wandering area and join Sass to help their transportation business, how to deal with these two things? ”

"What do you mean?" Sass looked at his right-hand man.

"I don't think it's better to give those who come back some chances, and as for those who leave, I don't care."

"Who's gone?"

"Vicodo's thieves, they don't make any money here."

Sass pursed his lips and said noncommittally, "Kill them all." ”

"What?" The understatement made his subordinates next to him a little surprised, this Armenian patriarch was not very angry today, why did he speak so ruthlessly?

"Do you have a problem?" Sass leaned back, asked his servant to set up the beautiful plates and silver knives and forks, and looked at his men and asked.

At this time, as the Armenian deserves the top spot, he must be cold-blooded more than anyone else, and in the world of gangsters, can you not allow anyone to come back when they say they are coming back, and leaving when they say they are leaving.

"Yes."

The lively atmosphere in the restaurant is cold, and the blood-soaked country of gangsters seems to be legendary, but once you are in it, you will find that it is not like that at all. Because there is no one here who knows how to make the man with a clenched fist let go.

"So what are you waiting for?"

Before the meal was served, Sass still had a smile on his face, but the whole atmosphere changed to a different look in the blink of an eye.

Anyone has to admit that Sass has all the qualities of a hero, including the heart that ordinary people can't have, and who despises everything.

Night, in the silent flow of time, is the end of a busy day for the working class, who want nothing more than a quiet rest, or a dip in the inflatable pool in the yard that has been sunbathed all day, this is the life of the poor in the wandering area.

R&B music plays in the quiet streets, and a few children are constantly splashing in the water, which is the only toy that the family can enjoy in the yard that is so poor that it is surrounded by barbed wire.

"Hey, you're pumping water in my ears, stupid."

"You're not going to hide, idiot."

Armenian couple in swimsuits sit on the edge of the air mattress in the inflatable pool, soaking in the water and laughing. In their eyes, it is not too much for their children to abuse each other like this. It's brotherhood. Even if they're only about ten years old.

"Honey." The slightly obese woman held a cigarette in her mouth, flicking her water-soaked hair, turned her head to look at her stubble-covered husband and whispered, "Will you anger Sass when you leave Dokona?" This is a betrayal in their eyes, right? ”

"Shut up." The man was very unhappy and responded, "What do you know? Sass needs the rest of us, his feud with the Doko family has only just entered a white-hot period, and now is the best chance for the bottom miscellaneous fish to take the opportunity to rise to power. ”

The woman retorted, "How did I hear that Doko has failed?" ”

"Nonsense, what failed family have you ever added that would do their best to recruit troops? I'm telling you, the Doco family controls the business in Beverly Hills, and they need more people, and I. Having worked for them for a week, I know all the modes of operation, and Sasse will send someone to come to me, and when the time comes, I will be the first man on the street to pick you up and the kids in a Cadillac. ”

Good wishes are always talked about in the middle of the night, but the thoughts that are deep in longing will no longer tell them that the night is also a sin.

Ugh.

A brand-new black Cadillac sedan did appear, it was parked on the street in front of the barbed wire, and when the doors opened, a long-haired man in a black T-shirt stepped out.

The man in the pool had already begun to stare from the moment the car appeared, and after seeing the guy's appearance. Excitement was written all over his face: "He's coming, Sas's people are coming!" ”

"Hey. Cyberpunk, my brother, I have something very important to tell you! ”

Punk pulled a cigarette out of his jeans pocket, tilted his head away from his long hair with a lighter in his other hand and lit it, then reached out to the man in the pool and said, "Let's talk." ”

The man was already standing up before Punk was speech, his blue swim trunks fastening to him, something very unsightly: "It's time to talk." He was so happy that when he got up to climb out of the pool, he suddenly remembered something, took the face of the woman next to him and kissed him fiercely, as if a company was about to collapse and was favored by venture capital, and climbed out of the pool.

He walked up to Punk and said excitedly, "What does Sass want to know?" ”

"Is this the next step for the Duoke family? I don't think it's important, they don't seem to care much about the golden chairs, they just want to keep their business more secretive. ”

"Or ...... Want to know the secrets of the multi-branch business? Then you've got the right person, they don't have anyone in their hands anymore, and after we leave their family business, they'll have to do the delivery work themselves......"

Punk took two hard puffs of the cigarette in his mouth, and then 'spit' out with the cigarette butt and saliva, and at that moment, he reached for a hand on his lower back: "Sas...... Let me bring you a message, he said, do not like betrayal. ”

The man's eyes were glued to the hand behind Punk's back, watching the other man pump hard, but the next second, when a black pistol appeared in front of him, the distance between the muzzle and his nose was so close that the smell of gunpowder hit ......

Touch!

A gunshot rang out.

Blood burst out after the bullet rushed into the man's head.

Empty.

The adult man in his thirties, who was hit by a bullet and fell backwards, and after he fell, the punk's vision widened, and the family, who was still laughing just now, was collectively stunned at the same time, the fat woman sat motionless with her mouth wide open, and the two children turned their heads to look at him with wide eyes.

"Who, it's been playing music with gunshots in the middle of the night, so why don't you move to the black quarter!"

Punk yelled at the window where the sound came from, "Shut up, Bich! It's summer in the wandering area! ”

Airplanes!

The Cadillac roared out of the block, leaving only a completely stupid family in the pool.

"Dad, we should call the police, I saw that man's face." There was an embarrassing conversation from the house that was still thinking that the neighbor's house was too noisy: "Shut up, that's Punk, the gunman of the Sass family, he was wanted by the police department three years ago!" (To be continued.) )

PS: Season 2, volume 1 finale.