Early in the morning, a group of men in black suits and police uniforms appeared in the cemetery of Montek, all of them were police officers on duty or off-duty, however, they did not stand guard in the town, but stood next to a tombstone with a cross carved on it.

It was the first funeral he attended since coming to the United States over the weekend, and he placed a white lily in the coffin with his own hands, and Christina was lying in the coffin peacefully, without the ups and downs of being alive, and not the guilt of sitting in the car about $20,000.

The weekend had no idea what it was like to put the lilies in the coffin, and even forgot whether it was sadness or regret at the time, but in short, he stood by the cemetery in a black suit and watched, watching the very ceremoniously dressed guys come over with the coffin, watching Derek cover the coffin with his own hands, watching his colleagues bow their heads in mourning when the coffin was buried, and the real priest recounted Christina's life.

Eventually, the duly dressed guys raised their guns and fired twenty-one shots, three people, seven each.

He didn't know why he was memorizing it on the weekend, but he remembered it anyway.

At the same time, he didn't see the familiar grave bag, but only a tombstone pressed against Christina's plain grave.

Amen.

At the end of the funeral, everyone said so.

"Week."

After comforting Christina's mother, Drake walked over to Weekend, who had been hiding in the corner, with a hint of heaviness on his face.

Over the weekend, it could be seen that Derek was really tired.

"Your appointment should be in a few days."

"Los Angeles?" When asked over the weekend, Drake gave him only one option.

Derek nodded and said, "You should find a bigger stage, Montek is too small, small is disgusting." ”

"Walk with me?"

After the two of them left the funeral, they got into Derek's car on the weekend, he didn't come by car, and it was Heisenberg who picked him up.

The car left the funeral site, they were the first to go, Heisenberg, Joey, Bob, Eward, who usually had a good relationship with Christina, and the old lady was comforted, the two children did not show up at the funeral, Christina's mother told them that their mother had been transferred and would need years to return.

The black quarter, when he appeared here on the weekend in Derek's car, he saw that the dilapidated chapel that symbolized something on weekdays had become very deserted, while the car repair shop on the other side was bustling like a bazaar, and a group of black people who had no idea why the black neighborhood had become the way it was were constantly telling the legend of Father Priest and Omar......

"YO, Omar is a hero in the black quarter, I watched Omar faithfully protect the priest before he died, if it wasn't for the Mexican's sneak attack, Omar could have crushed his eggs with a punch, even if Omar knew that the Mexican pointed a gun at the priest in front of the fried chicken restaurant and was about to kill the priest, he still stood in his way. Do you know why? Loyalty, loyalty to family, that's what we blacks tradition. ”

Drake didn't say anything and drove to the Spanish-speaking area.

Along the way, he didn't say a word on the weekend, his eyes were full of children gathered in front of the car repair shop, those children dressed themselves up in a stream, and at the age of fourteen or fifteen, they began to squat there to listen to street stories, and the picture that appeared in his mind was always like a Hollywood blockbuster, and their lives had been completely frozen in this second.

Sure enough, when they arrived in the Spanish-speaking area, it was still the same, and Drake parked the car on the side of the road, and the Mexicans spoke Mexican Spanish, and Drake translated: "They say how majestic the desert ants are, how did they kill the whole black neighborhood gang and the TT gang......" I didn't know that Drake knew Spanish on the weekend.

"Take me somewhere else, somewhere I can breathe two breaths of fresh air." The weekend didn't want to listen to this nonsense anymore, and he didn't even really care about what kind of people these people would become in the future.

What can he do about human nature that death can't change?

Drake drove back to his weekend home, and his home was no longer guarded by the protesting neighbors, when Drake said to him: "Zhou, this is a small place, and people with the ability and ambition will go to San Antonio, Houston, New York, Los Angeles, and these people will always stay." It's like a society of survival of the fittest, you have the ability, OK, get out. Not capable? It's okay to live like a mouse. ”

"Nobody forces them, it's everyone's choice."

Weekend turned back to look at Drake, and he asked the question he'd always wanted to ask, "You're saying we've been guarding these scum all along?" ”

"No, we're guarding home." Derick thought for a moment and said: "Don't let this group of scum destroy the homes of those who want to live a normal life, although they may not be doing a good job, but we are doing it, and we have to believe that there will be someone who will do this well." ”

This sentence is too idealistic, those people who breed dragons and phoenixes can work hard without soil, on the contrary, the land snake is the one who can never leave the soil.

For example, the 'community plan' that I only heard about after coming to the United States on the weekend, can the community plan really rescue these people?

Is it really possible to transform the community by selling some of the ill-gotten houses in the slums at very low prices, reducing the investment costs of businessmen, opening cafes, restaurants, supermarkets and employing those people?

No, they can only save those who want to live a normal life or have completely woken up, and it does not work at all for those who are addicted to it, and many slum improvement programs in big cities are just forcing these people who have no money and do not plan to live well to find a slum in another place.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Weekend didn't quite understand how Drake could suddenly say these things to himself, he had so many things he couldn't figure out.

"Because I can't get out of here, I'm going to help Christina's mother get her pension, I'm going to help Charlie sweep the grave, maybe I'm going to kick that bastard Jimmy out of the police station on a whim, I'm busy, but you can. Why not go out and check it out? ”

"It's unlikely that much will change here," said Drake, "and it won't be long before a young guy emerges from the black district to reign supreme; The motorcycle party will have a resurgence; The Mexicans are going to fight these people again, and when it gets bigger, the FBI, the DEA, and we all send this group to jail again. The town of Montek looks like everything has changed, but we haven't changed anything. ”

After listening to Drake's words, he had the illusion that Montec seemed to be ...... Possible...... Maybe...... This is his own home, at least in the eyes of Derek, otherwise he would not have sent himself out like a junior, and this reincarnation of Derek in the town should have been experienced.

"When am I leaving?"

"In a few days, though, I advise you not to worry, now you don't know what department you're going to, of course, there's no need to be nervous, every police officer who has been patrolling Los Angeles for more than two years can adapt to any position."

"Or a patrolman?" I asked a little unsatisfied over the weekend.

"Or else? How capable do you think I am? It's a cross-state appointment, and I'm good enough to do it, can you think of any reason for the LAPD to issue a cross-state appointment to remove a patrolman? Derrick explained with a smile: "Even so, it's just a secondment, because you're involved in the Mexican drug-to-drug transportation line, helping to solve some cases in Los Angeles for a year." ”

"I didn't mean that, I just wanted ......"

"It doesn't matter what you want, you have to fight for everything in this world by yourself, I helped you get a year, and the rest, it's up to you."