The dilapidated house has a carpet with no sofas around it, only round stools thrown at random, and an old man in a wheelchair seems to be waiting on the stall.

Crunch.

When the door of the room was pushed open, Weekend and Drake walked in, and as soon as they entered the door, Weekend comforted the old man and said, "Please rest assured, we have been to all the houses on the side of the street before coming here, such as visiting the surrounding residents after the shooting, and no one will suspect you." ”

"Sit."

The gray-haired old man sat there and stretched out his hand.

Bruno said at the door: "You talk." Then the door was closed, and all that was left of the room was the slim TV hanging on the wall, which was still playing religious programs.

Weekend and Drake sat down, and the two sat on the round bench, but Drake recognized the old man at a glance: "I know you, old days." ”

Old days?

It's a bit confusing to tell if it's a nickname or a reference to their time, after all, it's too closely connected (if it's English).

"No, my director, you may not know me, the old days you know are just a nickname, at that time he had a lot of younger brothers, standing on the corner of the street and driving a Meiyi Bao drug dealer with very stylish golden wheels, how many years ago was that?"

"I met you in 1989."

"YE, I SPENT FIFTEEN YEARS ON THE STREETS, AND FINALLY BECAME A GANG LEADER, BUT I SPENT TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS IN PRISON."

The old man continued: "No, Derek, you don't know me, you're a white man, you're a police officer, and even though you were raised by a black man, your father lived in a white world at the time. You don't know about white people, you don't know black people, and you don't know black gangsters. ”

Derek didn't agree with his words: "Is this written in the Bible?" ”

"Don't believe me?"

The old man's face squirmed as his muscles wriggled when he spoke: "Then how do you think a black gang can win this war when faced with the choice of two suppliers when there is a lack of supply?" A. A drug supplier tells you that as long as you are willing to buy his goods, he will give you a layer as a discount after one year, and when the supply is scarce, he will give you priority over other black ghosts; B. Another supplier is only willing to erase the fraction for you, and will not give you any preferential treatment other than that. ”

"It's not a choice." Derek opened his mouth and said this sentence: "For the drug-product market, the discount on the first floor is a huge profit, and the drug-product is a holy thing for addicts, when the purity of the supply is enough, you can sell one, and when the purity of the supply is not enough, you can sell two copies, and the price will definitely not be reduced." ”

Shaking his head, the old man stopped talking and closed his eyes: "I am old, and every day I think about whether I can be forgiven and go to heaven after death, and in the same way, I don't want to leave a hell for my children. That's why I'm willing to say something to the police, Bruno is my son-in-law. But now ......"

"Option B." The weekend opened.

The old man didn't even raise his head: "Is this a supplementary answer?" "He didn't look down on this Chinese.

"This is the underground economy, and the underground economy is characterized by the fact that everyone must seize every penny of profit that must be able to be grasped. On the street, the damn drug supplier A can't even guarantee his own stability, and he could go to jail or be shot the day after he said that, and the promise was worthless; B, $500 is erasure, and when the transaction volume reaches hundreds of thousands, $5,000 is also erasure. ”

The old man glanced at the weekend with a little delight: "You know the underground economy? ”

"I've read a couple of books about sociologists investigating why blacks are poor."

"I'd like to talk to you."

"Bruno, send this Mr. Chief to the living room for coffee."

Derrick looked at Weekend in surprise, he didn't understand how Weekend, who was good at interrogation and criminal investigation, could suddenly understand the old man's mind.

How did he know that this was simply the experience of a criminal policeman, and why the perpetrators were repeatedly arrested? It's just short-sighted, especially in recent years, and more criminals are simply trying to get some card money and Internet fees. The same goes for drug-traffickers, this industry is full of uncertainty, this weathered old man may not have been promised many things in his life, and as a result, these people who made heavy promises were either arrested or killed, which caused the old man to be completely inconsistent with the market economy of the underground economic concept.

It has nothing to do with the so-called sociologists investigating why blacks are poor.

When the door opened, Drake walked out, and only the old man and the weekend were left in the room, and the old man pointed to the weekend and said, "I can understand how you feel now, you, like the black people, have just made this place your home and have to face the special gaze of the white people." ”

"What do you want to know?"

One word was said over the weekend: "Gangster." ”

"The police want Montec to be gangless."

“Ball**。”

"Kid, you've been deceived by the grandiose goals and the speeches of the politicians. To understand gangsters in black neighborhoods, you have to know about black people. Chris Lodge lives in a luxury villa because he hosts the Oscars, but his neighbor is just an ordinary white dentist, not the best dentist in the country, and that's the situation for black people. Those white people always want us to think that work is sacred, that ideals are great, that everyone should give all their efforts and their lives, and that black people are paid the least amount when they are paid. ”

Old Time paused, sighed and said, "I'm sorry, people are always verbose when they get old. ”

Sitting there on the weekend, he looked at the old man quietly: "It's okay. ”

"Now, I'll sue you what a gangster is."

"Do you know what the gangsters were like in our time?"

"You don't know." Old Time smiled in his memories and said, "My men have to go through a process before they enter the gang, and they need to go to the door of the police station every day and squat until they can recognize every police officer. Montec is not big, and there are not many police, if you come out to mingle and don't even know the police, not only will you not be able to lead a group of people, but you will deserve to die. ”

"Back then, we didn't have telephones, so we hired kids with small bills, and those kids would stay at the corner of the block and shout codes when they saw familiar faces. These coded police officers don't understand, they don't know they have been exposed. ”

Weekend chimed in: "That was the state of the streets thirty years ago, right?" ”

"Yes, is there a difference? Now you can understand why you were able to catch J and solve the theft because of J's testimony? J is Evan put on the street for you to see, you have to arrest him, the evidence is like this, the rest, you can't see it at all......"

Old Time jokingly said, "You think I'm an antique?" ”

"I'm just saying that the natural enemy of every street leader is the police, and you don't even have the ability to live in an environment surrounded by natural enemies, how can you become a leader?"

"Have you seen drug dealers in the black quarter?"

"Have you seen any killings outside of the fight in the black quarter?"

"Have you seen a stolen goods shop in a black neighborhood?"

"Don't think that you know about gangsters after watching a few gangster TV series, now it's all in the Internet era."

A white-haired old man in a wheelchair said such a sentence, and it was really ......

"Talking more." Listen quietly on the weekend, to be honest, these things don't sound new, and the police are not as bad as the old ones accused, he is too subjective, but at this time you can't always correct him or anything.

"What did I say to you? Aren't you here to investigate the street fireworks? I didn't see anything. ”

Old Time did not stop telling his story, and he meant that he would never appear on the witness stand touching the Bible and swearing.

"Young man, when you want to arrest these people, you must know their structure, I tell you that all the rushers who appear in today's street video are not involved in any business in the gang, and their position is 'thugs'. Why did the black neighborhood suddenly become clean in a matter of months? I'm not talking about neighborhood hygiene. It's not that Evan Busdale doesn't like money, it's that he wants to do something more hidden, and this kind of thing will definitely not be sued by other people, including 'thugs'. ”

"Some of the people who still respect us old guys have told us a lot of funny things, and some of these people are in charge of Evan Busdale's business, and they say that Evan moved the stolen goods store to the 'E-b-ey' auction market, and God, this old guy must have been a Jew in his last life. The devil believes that those who lose their things can see their things at a glance when they open the website, and these, even if they are confiscated, the identity information of the characters is stolen, as long as the stolen goods are moved, no one knows who used to live in the house on the express of the mail. ”

"Since they are so careful with stolen goods, they will be even more cautious about drugs. Evan is probably the first of so many street leaders to use the dating app on his mobile phone to create countless lines of contact, and when a customer asks for an item, he only needs to send a less obvious message, such as 'Hello, good morning, good afternoon, good evening' to determine whether the other person is buying 'wool (powdered co--ca-in)' or 'fast-gram (processed co-co-ca-in)'. ”

"The main thing is that these people will never be able to register with their own identity information."

"The other day I heard something particularly funny, saying that when the police from other states cooperated with the DEA to dismantle the online drug trafficking den, they actually rushed into a nursing home, of course, this could not have been reported. I think Evan's sudden change of business style must have been inspired by this news. ”

"Maybe for you police, money is the easiest clue to find, but Evan will not relax about this, these stolen money will become an investment in Evan Basdell's business, such as the fried chicken restaurant, which is the business of his nephew, all the dirty money has become chicken nuggets and fries, and the money sold back has become legitimate income, and the stolen money has been taken away by the farmer, who do you arrest? It's just a metaphor, and I don't guarantee that Evan's shop is a money laundering tool, after all, a fried chicken shop is too small. ”

Over the weekend, I pondered that if all the old guns could stand up and analyze the operation of the gang, combined with what they heard and saw, I am afraid that those bosses would collapse in an instant.

"Old man, what do you think of the street fight that just happened?" He told the story from beginning to end.

"All I know is that the Mexicans are going to kill Evan, and they have done so more than once, but Evan has dodged all of them."

Old Shi thought about it and said: "I'm not sure if my idea is correct, to understand this qiē, you must first understand the streets." ”

"The Mexicans sent people directly on the streets to deter the blacks, and only by throwing Evan's body there would the blacks understand that they had provoked the wrong people, which showed that the Mexicans had reached the point of being angry. At this point, Evan must die, and if he doesn't succeed once, the next will follow......"

Weekend suddenly stood up, immediately pushed open the door and shouted at Derek: "De, the whole town is searched, the bald killer is still in Montek!" ”

Immediately afterward, he ran out and left the house with Drake in a whirlwind.

Originally, Evan was not a problem for the weekend, the problem was just whether the killer would flee immediately after failing to strike a blow.

After saying these words, the old man leaned back on his wheelchair and leaned back as if he were out of strength, and said to himself: "Am I talking too much, will those brothers who have gone to the grave not forgive me when they see me in hell?" ”

"Forget it, it is my greatest wish for my children to live in this clean world, even if one day they will be so poor that the hospital will stop treating me, and when I am seriously ill, I will be declared dead and die."

Sad.