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Marshfield, located east of Walpole, near the Atlantic coast and about fifty kilometers from downtown Boston, is a scenic seaside town.

Fox León is not here to enjoy the beautiful scenery, but to carry out another verdict - 100 hours of community service.

The main reason why he was sent to Marshfield, 50 kilometers away from Boston, to participate in community service is also because the service projects in various communities in the Boston metropolitan area are full, after all, many minor crimes in the United States will be required to perform community service, especially drunk driving, fighting, disturbing the peace and other crimes.

For example, Fox Leon is a criminal offense, and it is not only necessary to participate in community service, but also to carry out correctional studies under the guidance of social workers, improve their legal awareness and civic quality, and help them reform as an auxiliary means of serving their sentences.

After arriving in Marshfield in the Dodge pickup driver's car, Leon asked about the price, and the driver smiled and said, "One hundred dollars." ”

It is just over 20 kilometers from Walpole to Marshfield, and $100 means that the price per kilometer is about $5, while the average city taxi price in the United States is less than $1 per kilometer.

"Special circumstances, special charges." The driver pouted and explained, as his left hand reached for the seat and pulled something out.

Leon looked at what he took out, and immediately saw that it was the handle of a shotgun, it seemed that this guy was relying on threats to drive black cars to earn money from MCI to release prisoners, a real daring guy.

"The M780 Remington shotgun is a reliable and easy-to-use dual-purpose weapon, and I can instantly make my head bloom when hit at this distance. However, the barrel length of your gun should be over 400 mm, which seems a bit too long, and you are fat, and it takes about 1.35 seconds to pull the trigger from the moment you pull out the gun and aim at me. In 1.35 seconds, I can throw three punches. I'm 2'3' away from you, and my arm is 2'4'4, and I can punch you in the nose when your gun is halfway there. ”

As soon as Leon's words were finished, the driver's hand tried to pull out the gun, and his fist had already swung up, which really broke his nose and made the other party cry, and the hand that was originally holding the gun could only use it to cover his nose.

"I had just come out of prison and didn't want to use violence. It's a total of 26.7 kilometers to drive here, and your pickup truck consumes about 1.08 gallons of fuel, and the current price of gas is $1.46 per gallon, so you consume a cost of $1.5768. I'll give you double, plus a $2 tip and a $3 moral damage fee, rounded up to a total of $8. Put it away! ”

Leon threw eight dollars out of his pocket and gave it to the driver, opened the door and got out of the car, leaving the driver alone in the car to cover his nose and wail.

After coming to this plane and possessing this body, Leon discovered that violence is often the best way to solve problems, and there is no one.

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Leon's destination today is the Community Management Center in Marshfield, where the Criminal Corrections Division is responsible for rehabilitating offenders, including arranging for their community services.

Marshfield is not particularly large, and the community management center is easy to find, located at the three-way intersection in the center of the town, and Leon came to the management center with his identity documents and the community service work dossier issued by the court.

He was greeted by a middle-aged woman with red-rimmed glasses and chestnut hair, named Marie Alonso.

After receiving Leon's materials, she began to arrange for Leon's community service work.

"Where do you live?" She first asked about Leon's residence.

"I used to rent an apartment on Dudley Avenue in Boston, and I have lived in MCI for more than two months, and now I am homeless, and the house should have expired." Leon replied.

Housing is a big issue for him now.

"Oh~ No problem, the community management center has a special dormitory, although the conditions are average, but it's okay. Your file also states that you will be working in Marshfield for three weeks on a six-hour day, five days a week, two days a week. Mary continued.

Leon nodded, as he had learned before he came, that as a criminal officer, his community service was around the clock, which meant that he would be responsible for some heavy service work, such as going up the hill to cut the firebreak, going to the airport to drive away the birds, or tartaring the road.

At the same time, the community will provide accommodation and a small amount of food subsidies, and all other expenses will be borne by themselves, which is basically voluntary labor.

It didn't matter to Leon, as long as he had completed the three weeks of compulsory labor, he would be free again, a free man.

For about three months, Leon learned from Simmons that Frank had given up on targeted revenge against Leon, and unless Leon appeared in front of Frank face-to-face, the Irish gang would not pursue Fox Leon again. Although it is not known whether it is true or not, at least in Marshfield, Leon is safe.

From now on, Fox Leon is no longer an amateur boxer who fights fake boxing, he no longer has anything to do with the Irish gang and bar gambling boxing, and the two-month prison sentence not only allowed Leon to avoid the pursuit of the Irish gang, but also made him isolate himself from the originally chaotic social relations and avoided many troubles.

Now, not only spiritually, but also from the perspective of a social person, he will also be a new self.

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After touring his home, one of six small bedrooms divided by partitions in the attic on the top floor, by three o'clock in the afternoon Leon received his first assignment, which was his main part of the week, to prepare for a basketball camp in the Millbrook neighborhood below Marshfield.

Leon, who received the task, rode the bicycle assigned to him by the community management center and set off towards the Millbrook neighborhood to the south.

Millbrook is the industrial precinct of Marshfield, the equivalent of a township business complex, with a mobile phone R&D center and motorcycle assembly plant, as well as a large sports center on the banks of the West Brook River, where there is a nice golf course, two indoor basketball courts, an outdoor soccer field, and a swimming pool.

Leon rode on the empty road, the small town at three o'clock in the afternoon, the road was unusually quiet, breathing free and fresh air, even if he was assigned to work, Leon felt much happier in his heart.

Originally, the staff of the community management center were worried that Leon would not find a place, so they specially gave him a map of Mashfield and marked it on the map, but how did they know that after just staring at the map for ten seconds, the map was already imprinted in Leon's mind.

So it only took more than ten minutes for Leon to arrive at his destination with ease, but the sports center was very large, and there seemed to be no special reception center, and a large well-manicured lawn occupied Leon's eyes. In the distance, he could see two gymnasiums side by side, one was supposed to be a basketball hall and the other was a swimming pool.

At this time, Leon was a little difficult, and when he came out, he was overconfident, and he remembered the map in his mind and came directly, but he didn't carefully ask who he should have looked for and where he was looking for someone.

At this time, Leon saw a white golf cart driving by a small grove not far away, and a short, stocky old man with silver hair was sitting on it, driving it around the world, so Leon stepped forward to ask who he should find to start his community service mission. He pushed the cart and ran forward, greeted the old man, and asked, "Hello, I'm Fox Leon, participating in community service, who should I go to?" ”

The old man stopped the car, looked at Leon, and did not answer his question, but fumbled around in his pocket, pulled out a thick cigar cigarette, and then rummaged around for something on fire to light a cigarette.

Leon pulled his own lighter out of his pocket, one of his few possessions; The old man waved his hand, and then finally took out a small box from his pocket, drew a long match, struck the match with a "bang", and lit the cigar.

The thick wrapper was sizzling from the fire, and the old man took a few puffs to make the smoke burn more fully.

"Dutch master cigar, the leaves are well rubbed, the taste seems to be a little sour, but the smell is deep and bland, it is a good aftertaste...... It should have been left for two years, and it is correct not to use a lighter. Leon said, looking at the cigar in the old man's hand.

Leon didn't know much about cigars, but his eyesight allowed him to see a small line on the end of the cigar, "Dutch-Masters", and to infer the time it had been placed from the color of the wrapper.

The old man looked slightly surprised, it was not difficult to see the brand of the cigar and tell him what it tasted like, but it was remarkable to be able to see at a glance how long the cigar had been placed, and it took a lot of experience to smoke cigars, so he said, "Do you like to smoke cigars?" Without waiting for Leon to answer, he continued: "It's been put for two years, in fact, it can be put for a longer time, and it will be better raised, but I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that day, so I took it out and smoked it." ”

Leon was not interested in the topic of cigars, and it was just a habit of him to observe things around him, so he didn't even want to answer the old man's words, but asked rigidly, "Tell me where I am in community service." ”

The old man smiled awkwardly, and then said: "Come with me, the people from the community management center have already called in the morning, saying that someone will come to help in the afternoon, it seems that it is you, and you will be busy then." I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Auerbach, and I'm here for basketball camp. ”

With that, he started the golf cart and led Leon to the basketball training hall.