Pierce was stunned by what he said, then laughed and pulled the clothes on his body, "Hey! Man, you think I can't afford to pay... Second... Black... Poor? ”

He originally wanted to talk about Asian, but when he thought that his boss was also Asian, he immediately changed his tone and wanted to talk about blacks, but the big brother's arm in front of him was thicker than his calf.

I don't know if the black man is stupid, but after he really looked up and down, he shook his head, "No." ”

"Man, can you drive?" Pierce rolled his eyes and spread his hands.

The black man nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and shuttled through the traffic.

The Tyndron district is the poorest in the city, with plenty of adult shops and cinemas. Drunks, drug addicts and beggars are also common on the road, and they are also a hotbed of all kinds of crimes. But it's right on the edge of the tourist and commercial districts, and the difference in wealth is staggering. It's the worst place to be safe, and most of the black immigrants or stowaways live here.

It is also the place where the most homicides occur.

The San Francisco Police Department even called it "The trash!" (trash can)"

Taxis pressed through the busiest street in the Tyndron district, and Pierce looked out of the car curiously, and saw several strange-shaped cars driving slowly, "What is that?" ”

"Oh? That's a manure pick-up truck. The black man looked at it and paused, "Those homeless people defecate in the open, and these cars are used to clean up." ”

Pierce's face twitched, and he happened to see a homeless man dressed in yellow and covered with dirt standing on the street squatting and as if no one was there, and it was obvious that although the people around him were full of disgust, they all seemed to be used to it.

Is this San Francisco?

How is it the same as Africa and India?

Squeak—

The tire of the car pressed through a glass needle, and the weight directly crushed the other party, and the needle was still twisted, apparently just used up the injection.

"The gentleman has arrived, it's a total of $25." The black man pointed to the meter and motioned for Pierce to look at it himself.

"Can you give me a business card? When the time comes, I can call you if necessary. When Pierce handed over the money, he saw his business card in the groove, and said,

The black man gave him one.

Nick Fury?!

Walt?

Director of S.H.I.E.L.D

Pierce stared at each other in surprise, it was a bit similar.

Nick Fury was stared at by him, and his left hand reached under the chair, where there was a wrench hidden, which he used to protect himself, and the security in San Francisco was not very good, he frowned and urged, "Sir, you can get out of the car." ”

"Thanks, man." Pierce pushed the door down, and as soon as he closed the door, the taxi sped away, which made him stunned for a moment, and then he saw a traffic police officer running in the distance, obviously afraid of being fined.

The police in San Francisco...

It's a little milder than the tax department.

Pierce carried his bag and walked down the familiar street, every scene he remembered in his mind, and he would never forget it for a long time.

"767 Francis Street."

He stood in front of a house, the yard was already overgrown with weeds, the moss had climbed the walls, and a swing waited quietly for his master to return, with loneliness.

"Excuse me... Who are you looking for? Just as Pierce was distracted, someone next door shouted, and he turned his head to look and smiled, "Mrs. Morse!" Good afternoon. ”

The sun poured down from his hometown of San Francisco, bathing him, and that smile was a little melancholy.

"You are?" Mrs. Morse, who was bloated, holding a broom, wearing glasses the thickness of a beer bottle, and dressed in flowers, looked at it for a long time, and then covered her mouth and screamed loudly, "Ah! You're Pierce, oh my! Alex! Alex! She shouted excitedly into the house, and there was a dog barking inside, and when the door was opened, a golden retriever ran over, sticking out his tongue, and circled Mrs. Morse, and then an old man ran out of it, just... He has a Remington M870P shotgun in his hand, but his legs and feet don't look very convenient, and he walks around.

"Hey, what are you doing, lay down your arms." Mrs. Morse frowned, thrust her waist and yelled, very rudely disarming the other party, "This is Pierce!" Have you forgotten? ”

"Pierce?" Alex thought for a moment, then jumped on the spot, "Oh! Alexander. Pierce? You're back? ”

He was so excited that the dentures fell out.

"Mr. Alexander." Pierce ran his hand over the railing and shook his hand, "I'm back." ”

"You're finally back, I thought you—" Mrs. Morse paused for a moment, and said nothing, but the meaning was evident, and she thought he was dead outside, and greeted warmly, "I'm going to have a party to-night, my dear, what do you think?" This is to welcome Pierce back. ”

"Of course, you have the final say at home." Alex picked up his dentures and said with a smile.

Naturally, Pierce would not refuse the invitation of his decades-old neighbor, nodded with a smile, and pointed to the house, "I'll go over and have a look first." With that, he picked up his bag and walked over, and the conversation between Mrs. Morse and Mrs. Morse could be heard behind him.

Peeling up the carpet on the floor, it had not been cleaned for too long, the ants and dirt were infested, and there was a spare key underneath, Pierce was nervous, he hadn't been home in eight years, he took a deep breath, opened the door, a musty smell washed his nose, the floor was full of dust, but the placement was familiar.

"Honey, you're back?" A blonde woman walked out of the kitchen with food and looked at him with a gentle face.

Pierce shook his head, closed his eyes and opened them, there was no woman in front of him, the kitchen was still dilapidated, but tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and his tone was a little sobbing, "I'm back, dear." ”

Once home...

Gone!

A soldier who had never cried on the battlefield was crying at this time.

Perhaps, everyone has their own weak side, and when you cry, it's not that you're not strong enough, but that you're human.

Pierce, red-eyed, tidied up the house inside and out, mopped it clean, and kept busy until the sun went down in the evening, when Mrs. Morse called him over to the party, and he put down his tools.

At Mrs. Morse's house, he saw many old neighbors, as well as new ones, and welcomed his return.

"Man, I heard, you used to be outside?" A black guy in hip-hop costume looked like a self-cooked, handed him the kebab and sat down next to him.

"Thanks, yes, it used to be out there... Work. Pierce took the roast and nodded.

"Do what?"

Pierce glanced at the other party, the black man lowered his head and nibbled on the meat skewers, this question seemed to be asked casually, he hesitated, and sorted out the language, "I am a non-profit organization, mainly outside to help spread human rights and beliefs." ”

"Cool!" Who knew that the black man whistled and excitedly said, "Do you work in a UN organization?" ”

"No, no, no, we are a private charity, but unlike the shit at the United Nations, we are really for love and peace." Pierce said seriously, and repeatedly emphasized.

"Are you a for-profit organization?"

"We will never let dollars defile our souls!"

Pierce believed what he said.

……