The word godfather was introduced into ambiguity after the movie "The Godfather", originally these two words referred to the priest who baptized the baby when it was born, and this person would use religious beliefs to guide the life of the baptized baby, so he was called the godfather. In the Italian mafia, the godfather represents another layer of meaning, because their family is stronger, so the whole family will be baptized by the patriarch, after the baptism, a special relationship is concluded, that is, the family structure of the Italian mafia, this family is not only connected by blood.

There was also a church father in the town of Monteck, who was not Italian, but a black man, who wore the clothes of a black clergyman in a church in the black quarter, which was so small that there was only one confessional cubicle, and he was responsible for leading the worship of the people in the black quarter, as they described in Texas, they said, 'Texans have guns, but they fear God'.

The old godfather of the black district has gray hair, a bit like the hair of Morgan Freeman when he finally found Shawshank in "The Shawshank Redemption", and this old godfather who seems to be kind, upright, gentle, and may even speak softly in his imagination When he entered the confessional room, at the other end of the confessional room, J's expression was trembling solemnly. This happened a day earlier, when Drake's body was found.

"Father." J heard a noise from the other side, and vaguely saw a figure sitting on the opposite side.

The priest sat on the other side and didn't look at J at all, but looked out the window of the church at the sun near noon and said relaxedly, "My child, do you have anything to tell me?" Or maybe you are about to ask God for forgiveness. ”

J began to look at the confession room in a trembling state, and he could smell a smell of blood in this small confessional room: "I didn't tell the police anything, you should believe that the man sitting across from you and being baptized by your own hands is not a bad breed." ”

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"My informant for Christina's woman is just a trick to cheat money, women can wear high heels to hide their height, rely on makeup to hide their looks, and use breast augmentation to increase their temptation, why do they use such a false appearance to get the truth of a real man." When the tone of the black voice sounds, the sad song seems to be playing.

Trying to defend himself became J's only choice, as if he was facing the last day of his life after being sentenced to death.

Fear, confusion, desire for divine help, and the only remaining luck are not enough to cause any psychological comfort.

He was laughing, creating a coldness with the most relatable expression in the world, and the priest, in a very calm smile, became an adult who saw through the child's lies: "Then you should explain why the Mexicans cut off the supply of blacks and use the term 'nigger' on the phone to me, which is not considered racist only when blacks say it to blacks?" ”

"The Mexicans also told me that the blacks in Monteck were going to give them an explanation, and now that the FBI has taken the initiative to contact the Department of the Interior for an internal investigation, the umbrella they have raised with a lot of money may surface at any time, and the transportation lines in Montec Town are likely to face a severe blow, which is likely to be devastating...... J, is this the lie you told when you cheated the policewoman out of money? ”

J leaned against the wall of the confessional room a little, a feeling of powerlessness that he had never had in his life.

Even if the other person didn't say a word in the course of the conversation, you can add an exclamation point to the text.

"I, I...... I didn't betray blacks. It was true that J had not betrayed the Negro, and that became the final defense.

The priest approached the lattice in the middle of the confessional room, where he could see through the cracks: "My child, the Mexicans have given the Negro an ultimatum, they say that if they want to go to war, it will lead to a war like never before, otherwise it will have to be apologized with a corpse." ”

"You seem to have forgotten the reason why the police have never been able to fight the gangsters, because if the police mess up, they just lose their jobs, and if the gangs mess up, you will live and die."

Touch!

The strong pressure crushed J, and he pushed the door of the confessional room with great force almost at the same time as the old priest finished saying this, and the next second he strode out.

The desperate run allowed J to run faster than Bolt, and as he was about to rush to the door, a huge, mountain-like figure blocked all the sunlight.

Burst!

Instead of gunshots, the mountain-like black man ferociously stabbed a whole Nepalese dog's leg into J's abdomen, and the blade was inserted along the left abdominal cavity, avoiding the ribs and going up.

J opened his mouth, he wanted to call for help, he wanted to push the man opposite him hard, but in the end, he could only say one name: "O, O, O, Omar......", and then fell limply.

Scold.

The mountain-sized man had a scar on his face that ran from his eyelid to the bridge of his nose to the other cheek, and when he pulled out the leg of a Nepalese dog, he showed no mercy as if he had slaughtered a wild dog.

"Omar, now I believe you have a heroic courage as you have been told in the streets." The priest walked out of the confessional room, took off the black clergy costume on his body, folded it neatly, and threw it on the chair: "J's business and territory belong to you. ”

"Father, I don't want to sell medicine, can you ...... Let me help you get back the TT Gang territory? ”

The priest, who was still as gentle as water just now, quickly turned around, those sharp eyes were completely out of line with his age, and then quickly rushed to the door in a few steps, grabbed the collar of Omar in a hoodie, and pushed him to the wall hard, and after a 'bump', he roared loudly: "Remember, from today onwards, you have to report to me no matter what you do, even if you want to give a certain **, you have to sue me, do you understand?!" ”

"Priest?" Omar didn't understand the priest's anger, but he had no intention of resisting.

"Don't think about the TT Gang's territory, no-FucKIng-waY!"

"After the death of the son of the police chief of Montek Town, Drake, do you think he will turn a blind eye to us and others fighting for land while looking for the murderer?"

"The pressure from the Mexicans has scorched the black quarters, and if you're getting me in any trouble, get me back to the county jail, and don't expect me to spend a lot of money to get you out again!"

From the beginning of his speech to the time when the priest loosened Omar's collar, this middle-class gangster called 'heroic courage' by the street gangsters in the black neighborhood did not dare to resist at all, and did not even resist **. In fact, Omar, who was carrying a Nepalese dog's leg in his hand, could easily overturn the priest, but he just didn't.

The priest straightened up Omar's collar, which he had crumbled, and regained his demeanor: "If you want me to hand over the black quarter to you before I die, don't just train your muscles." ”

"Father." Omar finally dared to speak: "The Mexicans have asked you to meet. ”

"Promise them."

"I don't understand, now that the FBI and the entire police are aiming their guns at the Mexicans, the biggest drug trafficking gang in the country, why don't we stand up and kick these guys out of Monteque?"

"Kick out? When have you ever seen the police kick the Italians out of the country? When did you see that there was not a single Colombian or Russian in the United States? "Now is the time when Mexicans need help the most in Monteque, and you must always remember the saying, when the scenery is beautiful, friends know us; When we're down, we make friends. The downfall of Mexicans will make them value their friends more, otherwise why do you think a small town black gangster would sit at the negotiating table with them? ”

The priest asked, "What are they going to talk to me about?" ”

"Some not-so-respectful words." Omar continued: "They want all the drug gangs in Montec to stop the drug trafficking business and clean up Montek completely, which is to cut off our business. ”

The priest smiled and walked out of the door, bathed in the sun, and said, "I don't care if they are respectful or not, only how much profit they use to show their disrespect, tell the Mexicans, I agree to meet." ”

"Let Locke come, send me the guy in your hands and the corpse of this bastard to Mexico, Montek can't provoke that tyrant by accident, as for the country of Mexico, they don't care if there is another corpse."

The priest, who reached out and took out a thick stack of bills from his clothes, gave Omar more than half of them, and said: "Buy yourself something that you are usually reluctant to buy, and send the rest of the money to the old people's home in San Antonio for your blind mother to save up, the only honor that we people can hold on to is to give our family a relaxed living environment." ”

Looking down again at the few bills he had left, the priest went out and shouted on the side of the road, where several black children were fighting with their bare hands, on the other side of the street: "Whoever wins the battle will be to whom." He pressed a dollar worth a hundred and about seven or eight pieces of ten dollars with a stone on the side of the road, and left without looking.

At that moment, several black children who had been bare-handed went crazy and scuffled together, some of them reached out and grabbed the stones on the ground, and some of them pulled off their belts and the iron chains that were dyed gold around their necks......