I had a bad cold, so I spent more time writing this chapter. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

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Old Huck is the owner, or captain, of the Pugou at Sea.

Before getting this errand to deliver instant noodles, he was a regular visitor to the New Fulton Seafood Market.

The New Fulton Seafood Market is located in the South Bronx. It is the largest seafood market in the United States and the second largest in the world, second only to Tokyo in size. With cold storage the size of six football fields, thousands of people and 200 million pounds of perishment every day, and trade is quite busy.

Among the fishermen and fishmongers who came and went, old Huck of Irish origin was inconspicuous. And the Irish Harpoons, who had dominated the market for decades, were bloodily replaced by a new force from South America.

Although the Irish have a long history of violence, they are basically small groups of a few dozen people in a family unit. Each occupies a piece of territory, and even if they have little contact with each other, it is difficult to become a big climate. and the gangs in Italy and Russia, in terms of size and influence, are too different. Not to mention today's South American gangs and Mexican gangsters.

As the backbone of the Irish gang, which has dominated the seafood market for decades, the first half of Huck's life was still very beautiful. However, with the continuous influx of new immigrants from South America, especially Hispanic and Mexican descent, the intervention of the more fearsome Mexican drug cartels has almost completely destroyed the original underground power system in New York. Like the long-forgotten old Huck, the entire New Fulton seafood market is now the home of newcomers.

Refer to the saying that there are people who have rivers and lakes. It's not just New York, gangs are a cancer that is hard to remove in major cities.

According to the Ministry of Justice, there are at least 21,500 gangs and more than 731,000 active gang members in the country. And these data continue to increase.

In general, in remote rural areas, gangs are not so active. In metropolitan New York, however, half of all homicides are caused by gang violence.

These gangs have also become more sophisticated, not only infiltrating every aspect of the city, but also beginning to use computers and other high-tech to commit organized crime. The Center for Juvenile Justice estimates that 49 percent of gang members are Hispanic, 37 percent black, 8 percent white, 5 percent Asian, and 1 percent belong to other races.

The so-called Hispanics are a general term. There are whites in there too. However, in the hearts of most American people, white people always refer to Anglo-Saxon whites. Anglo-Saxon Protestantism in its original sense refers to the elite group in power in the United States and its culture, customs, and standards of moral behavior. It can now be used to refer to Protestant European-Americans in general. This group has a huge economic and political power, and constitutes the vast majority of the upper class and upper middle class in the United States. Known as the elite. Despite the increasing diversity of the country's society, the culture, morality, and value orientation of the white elite still have a great influence on the development of the country.

Therefore, similar to white Hispanics, they are called 'non-white Americans'. It is even classified as Hispanic in general. So, the 8% of whites in this report are actually Anglo-Saxon whites in the true sense of the word.

The main reason why Old Huck was able to win the favor of the warden and become the only captain of the instant noodle smuggling ship was that the warden was white in the traditional sense, except that Old Huck was humble enough to be insignificant. The most trusted in my bones is still white people in the traditional sense. Whites trust whites, and that's part of a tradition that's been around for a long time.

Like all old fishing captains, Old Huck made the boat his home and lived on the waterfront.

Only by going outside the Old Fulton Fish Market, in the Red Light District of the Old Wharf, or having a drink at the Sailor's Bar, will you leave your own Sea Pugou.

Of course, once every six months, when he delivers instant noodles to the barge prison, he also has to leave the ship. Go to the grocery store called Shrimp Balls next to the Old Fulton Fish Market.

Today is the big day for instant noodles to be shipped. In order to keep himself in the best shape, he had to solve the physical problems that were bothering him first. As Matthew told Xiao Lizi, the trick to staying in shape is to once in the morning and once in the evening.

So before doing big things, old Huck was going to shoot a short shot.

Because, how to say, at the age of old Huck, if you want to do it with a real knife, you can't do it enough. More often, they will choose to find a veteran who has been in the industry for a long time and be a ****.

As mentioned earlier, those who have been in the industry for a long time generally lack competitiveness. Therefore, the good places at the street entrance are occupied by young and strong newcomers, and the old merchants often wait for regular customers to visit in the remote back streets. Fixed source of customers, which is also a small advantage of being in the industry for a long time. So, there are pros and cons, depending on how you look at it.

Each industry has its strengths and weaknesses. Just as it is a dangerous night in New York's old neighborhoods, there are criminals who specialize in robbing these stray warblers. So, the dark corners of the backstreets near the dim wooden poles and street lamps were the safest places they could find to work.

An old prostitute frequented by Old Huck, named Donna. He was also a member of the Irish gang at Fulton Market. When he was younger, he was more beautiful than the old Huck. It is said that not only is she a frequent guest of the cover girls of major magazines, but she has also made several B-grade Hollywood movies. However, just like many young and beautiful girls, they are used to eating the luxurious and erosive youth meals, but they don't know how to plan for their future. Often can't wait for people to grow old and decay, the more miserable they are, and they disappear from view. Trampled step by step by the bustling metropolis, he fell into the abyss and became the most humble existence.

When Old Huck arrived, he was holding the black and yellow wooden lamp pole with both hands, bearing the strong impact of a bald white man behind him.

Yes, I took a big job.

To Donna, there are still people who are willing to throw off their arms and exert their strength on her, all of which belong to the nature of winning the lottery. Medium once is once, medium once less than once.

No way, each has its own needs.

Where there is a need, there is service. Isn't there a bed nanny, an adult nurse or anything like that, right?

The bald head looks fierce, but the battery life is poor. Old Huck hadn't smoked half of a cigarette on his side, and he roared and unloaded the goods in a sluggish manner. The bald man hurriedly lifted his pants and left, leaving behind a crumpled mess of bills and a face full of disdain and hatred for himself and for Donna.

After all, the years are not forgiving, and Donna is still leaning against the wooden pole, gasping for breath. Old Huck walked over and picked up the crumpled mass of bills for her. After the palm was flattened, it was rolled into a paper roll and handed to Donna with a smile: "Not bad, 50 pieces." ”

"The old lady almost threw up her dinner." Donna took it casually and slid it neatly into her messy bun. This is to guard against robbery.

Old Huck grinned and took a hard puff of his cigarette.

$50 is a lot of money.

Donna was able to spend the night comfortably in a small hotel. Soak in a hot bath and have a fluffy Simmons mattress. Hotels, for New Yorkers, have almost become a part of life. A very important part. For an old woman like Donna, the first thing she thinks of when she makes money is not to go to a restaurant or take drugs, but to stay in a hotel for one night.

"The same old way?" Taking the cigarette butt handed over by Old Huck, Donna, who had regained some strength, leaned on the wooden lamp pole and asked.

"The same old way." Old Huck straightened forward with difficulty, and took off his fishy jeans for Donna's side.

Spit out the last puff of the remaining cigarette, Donna stretched out her foot and hooked a worn-out handbag from the darkness, took out a high-grade lotion that had been used for more than half of it, and took out a free condom on the street from her corset, skillfully tore open the package, carefully squeezed the remaining lotion in, shook it off, and skillfully put it on old Huck's body.

This is an important cleanup procedure. It is also part of the whole package of services. These high-end lotions, which are worth a lot of money, come from the trash cans next to major hotels. Every day, a certain number of guests are discarded by the guests who stay at the hotel and then cleaned up into the trash by the waiters of the big hotel. Just like picking up food in the trash, these important work items can be used for free.

The reason why this process is this process is simple. How long has it been since a down-and-out old man like Old Huck, who spends his days on a boat and in and out of the fish market, has had a serious hot bath? So, cleaning is important. Of course, this can also be seen as part of a paid service.

Waiting for Donna to throw the used condom far into the trash can, she slowly squatted down. Old Huck suddenly shouted, "Silk handbag." This is clearly a conventional code word. It is not difficult to guess from the word silk that it belongs to Donna's senior service project.

"20 pieces." Donna kept raising her head in her hands.

"Deal." Old Huck took a deep breath and strained hard.

Donna tilted her face slightly, and with her free hand, she removed the dentures and tucked them into her corset. When Donna, who had deflated her cheeks, got closer, old Huck was about to melt away......

After some time.

Old Huck, who spent 20 bucks enjoying the silk handbag service, and Donna, who spit out mouthwash, sat back to back, under the street lamp.

A cigarette was passed back and forth in the hands of the two men afterwards until only the butt of the cigarette was burned.

"Donna, come with me." Old Huck finally mustered up the courage to speak.

Donna took out the dentures and stuffed them back into her mouth steadily: "Where to go?" ”

"You can go anywhere, as long as you can get out of New York." Old Huck replied with a look of annoyance.

Donna shrugged, indicating that she heard it.

"So?" Old Huck was clearly not happy with her reaction.

"So, go back and get some sleep." Donna struggled to her feet, pulled down the ****** that had almost faded to her waist, and condescendingly held out her hand to Old Huck.

Subconsciously glanced at the scenery under Donna's skirt, and Old Huck handed over a 20-face note.

"Gone." Donna took it casually and tucked it into her lower body.

"Why don't you go?" Old Huck couldn't help but ask.

Donna didn't answer, and walked into the bright street.

"Slut!" Old Huck spat heavily. Unexpectedly, as soon as the phlegm was exported, he dragged a long mucus and planted green onions upside down, and it was stuck in the crotch of his pants with a chirp.

I can't spit out the phlegm. What else do you have to do?

Annoyed, angry, self-pitying, and in the end, only to exchange for helpless sobs.

For a long time, old Huck, who had no strength to cry, wiped away his tears, and suddenly realized that a pair of familiar high heels appeared in his dim vision.

Looking up sharply, I saw Donna's expressionless face.

"Nu." The old prostitute handed old Huck a napkin with Louieandernie's pizza printed on it.

Old Huck opened his mouth with a complicated expression, but finally reached out to take it.

Donna, who had been wearing high heels all day, squatted hard. I don't care at all about exposing my underpants to old Huck's eyes.

"Remember the Harder warehouse in the old docks?"

Looking at the 20 pieces that showed a corner, Old Huck nodded lightly: "Harder Aquatic Company." After Harder's death, it was left to you. ”

"I inquired, and nominally it was returned to me." Donna sighed: "If it is replaced, those complicated legal documents, as well as all kinds of expenses, they will help me get it." ”

"Displacement?" Old Huck suddenly woke up: "Shidao skyscraper." ”

"Hmm." Donna gave Old Huck a serious look, "How about it, follow me." ”

"......," said old Huck, who was completely unprepared, "why do you have to stay?" ”

"Where else can I go?" Donna shrugged: "Everything I have is in this damn city. Those beautiful and ugly memories, and those people I know, are buried here. I'm buried here, too. ”

"Then why me again." Old Huck explained, "Look, you have quite a few regular customers. I'm not the best guy in any way. ”

Donna nodded, "It's true that you don't even have a minute." ”

“……”

"However, you are the most suitable one." Donna expertly poked $20 in and stood up hard.

"Why?" Old Huck asked.

"You still have tears." Donna spoke calmly.

Walking to the corner of the street, Donna turned back and said, "This is my last night here." Come to me when you think about it. You know where I am. ”

"Okay." Old Huck nodded repeatedly, he had never been like this...... Afraid.

After a long time, old Huck suddenly stood up and walked out of this filthy back street.

The owner of the shrimp ball grocery store is an old Chinese man who is much older than old Huck. How many years the grocery store has been open, even the old Huck who was born here can't tell it. In my memory, when he was very young, this shop was there.

Everyone is used to calling him: shrimp guy.

When he walked into the shop, he found that in addition to the shrimp guy, there was also a well-dressed young man.

Soon, he remembered who this well-dressed young man who was smiling at him across the counter.

"Sir." Old Huck saluted respectfully. Everything is incredibly natural. Because in the Metropolis, who salutes whom, has absolutely nothing to do with age.

The young man politely replied: "Hello, old sir." ”