We talked a lot to Paul.

After coming out of the "Tired Weilang Gun Shop", it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Damn it!"

He hurried back to the office.

"Ulysses Abbott" insurance.

A third-rate insurance company that I have never heard of, as soon as I entered the office, the sweat stains on my face had not been wiped off, and I heard the female supervisor's roar, "Idiot, this month's performance is the lowest, are you all Chinatown shit in your heads?" ”

Gao Jun trembled, turned around and was about to leave, but the fat pig's eyes were sharp, and he stared at him at the door, "Gao!" ”

"Ms. Martha—" Gao Jun barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

The female supervisor crossed her waist and walked over, the floor was shaking, and the unlucky ones who were carried out by her alone breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at him like a baby.

Sure enough, the fat pig came over and asked.

"How many clients did you find today?"

"How many flyers did you hand out?"

"How many leads?"

Gao Jun stiffened, "Ms. Martha, I just encountered someone robbing you..."

"Robbery! My God. She feigned exclaim, then turned black and said, "Have you been robbed of all your customers?" Idiot, it's not an excuse, you go and see your performance, just like you Chinese, it's terrible, covered in filth, and you only know stupid running around. ”

Gao Jun lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything.

That's what Chinese people think in their bones, if you scold you twice, can you still lose a piece of meat? When you're tired, don't scold me.

"Fack, you Chinese don't know how to use your brains at all, just like a dog!"

The fat pig scolded tired, panting, and glared at Gao Jun fiercely, "If you don't open an order tomorrow, you will get out of here." ”

After speaking, she walked back to the office with full aura, no one dared to look at her, and Martha snorted coldly on her toes.

Captain Gao, who returned to his seat, sighed.

Colleagues all looked at him with pity, as the only Chinese in the company, he was destined to be bullied.

But generally, Gao Jun didn't care.

Because, it's hard to get a stable job.

About half an hour passed.

Before getting off work, Martha, who was carrying a bag, scolded Gao Jun a lot at the door, and words like waste popped out.

He went downstairs with his briefcase in a depressed heart.

Under the sunset, the sunset shines on the whole body, and the elongated shadow really looks like a decadent dog.

Just as he was about to get home, a deafening shout made him look up from a nearby bar.

Gao Jun hesitated, and the ghost messenger walked in.

A wild smell of heavy metal came to his face, and as a good child, he was a little at a loss.

"Hey, man, what do you want?" The white bartender in a shirt and tie asked with a smile.

"Bring me a drink..."Gao Jun raised his head and looked at the menu on the wall, but there happened to be a wave of black people who had drunk too much, "George, bring him a glass of juice." ”

"Hahahaha..."

The bartender frowned and tapped his fingers, "Don't make trouble here, Bob." ”

The black man who took the lead was tall, but he seemed to be jealous of George, and patted Gao Jun on the shoulder, "Can you please have a drink?" ”

The bartender frowned.

Gao Jun didn't like the body odor of black people, and most importantly, he knew this black man.

"Headhunter" Bob. Chris!

A black man from Namibia, what he likes most is to bully Asians, Gao Jun has witnessed it with his own eyes, he used a stacked knife to stab a Chinese American to serious injury, for what?

For $20!

So I wished he was leaving, nodding, and smiling, "Of course, buddy." ”

Bob, who was black, was very satisfied with his knowledge, and patted Gao Jun's face and took his little brother to dance.

"Bring me a beer."

"Okay, wait a minute." George nodded and went to prepare.

Gao Jun is like a quail, looking left and right, looking out of place with the person next to him, think about it, when he was born, there was no reform and opening up, even if he went abroad for a few years, the honesty in his bones has not been "changed".

"Your beer."

"Thank you."

Gao Jun took a sip, frowned, a little bland, but couldn't help but take two more sips, this wine is a good tool to vent, drink it and feel able to anesthetize himself, forget all today's unhappiness.

"Refill."

"Refill..."

After nearly four glasses in a row, coupled with the dynamic music, his consciousness was a little muddy, his alcohol consumption was not good, and it was not his turn to sell insurance to accompany the drinker.

After a few cups, it's a little vain.

"How much?"

"That's $60 in total." George gestured to Bob in the distance, "Plus their whiskey." ”

Gao Jun was stunned and opened his mouth, but he still lowered his head and handed over the money, but he didn't pay attention to this hand, and dropped a few dollars.

Franklin's stinky face looked big in the bar lights.

He bent down to pick it up and paid the money, but he didn't see Bob and the others in the distance, talking to each other and following him out of the bar.

Bar George saw this scene and didn't warn.

Outside, it's not your own one-third of an acre.

Walking on the road, a gust of wind blew, Gao Jun's hairs stood up, and the stench on the side of the road made him a little sick to his stomach, and he trotted to the mouth of the alley next to him and threw up against the wall.

"Hey man, do you need help?" A tease.

A few figures are sufficient.

Gao Jun raised his head and saw Bob holding hands with two horses, looking at him with bad intentions, which made him panic and hurriedly waved his hand, "Thank you, no need." ”

As he spoke, he wanted to leave.

But the horse boy stood in the way.

"We've been a bit tight lately, how about lending us a little money?" Bob said with a grin.

"I... I didn't. ”

"You're not cooperative, Aaron, go up and have a look."

Ma Zai next to him nodded and walked over, Gao Jun was like a little deflated three, retreated, grabbed by the collar by the other party, and snatched the bag in his hand.

"Here's my work."

Gao Jun wanted to snatch it back, but was slapped in the face by Aaron and fell directly to the ground, groaning in pain.

Bob took the briefcase and took it out, took out a picture and threw it away, just a photo fell in front of Gao Jun, it was a family photo, the flat-headed Gao Jun was surrounded by his parents, and his honest and immature face was full of yearning for the future.

There is also a message below.

"I hope that my son will be safe all the way—my father is a mountain."

"! What about money? Bob flipped through a few coins from his briefcase and smashed them on the ground in anger like a gorilla, rushing over and grabbing Gao Jun by the collar.

This foot...

Just stepped on the photo.

"Where's the money! Give me money! Bob shook it vigorously, and finally grabbed his neck even more angrily, and touched it himself with his other hand.

And Gao Jun's hand, which was pressed to the ground, inadvertently touched Glock in the right pocket, and as soon as his fingers touched, a lot of emotions suddenly appeared in his mind.

Revolt!

Draw your gun!

Shoot him!

The so-called sharp blade in his hand, murderous intentions, coupled with the effect of alcohol, this hand instantly held the pistol tightly, pulled it out violently, pressed against the opponent's left eye, and gritted his teeth, "Why!" Why are you bullying me? Why force me! ”

Bob was shocked, his pupils dilated.

There are guns!

Click.

Thumbs up to open the insurance.

The voice exploded in Bob's ears, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Don't! ”

Boom!

The bullet passed through Bob's shoulder blade and pierced directly, so close, the other party fell to the ground, screaming in pain, and the other two ponies saw this, and they had already lost their souls, and they were about to run.

Gao Jun, who can shoot the gun, is like an addicted gambler.

Red-eyed!

He fired three shots at the two of them, and he didn't know if he was talented or capable, except for one shot that missed the target, the other two shots all hit.

Really...

With guns, the nomads became good at singing and dancing.

Gao Jun stood up, gritted his teeth, pointed the gun at Bob, as long as he pulled the trigger, the other party would die!

But the last remaining sanity in his brain told him.

You can't kill right now...

When someone dies, the police department does something different.

If it hurts people, there are no cameras, and it's black, it's this kind of chaotic neighborhood, and the limelight will pass in two days, but if it's a killing, it's different.

But, they will definitely retaliate.

Gao Jun saw a fire axe in the trash can not far away, walked over, picked it up, and slowly approached Bob.

"Don't... I was wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

Gao Jun was hideous, half of his face was swollen, he raised the back of the axe, swung it hard, click!

His knees twisted pervertedly.

Bob screamed heartbreakingly, but Gao Jun smashed his other leg like clockwork.

If it's scrapped, you won't be bothering yourself.

He took the axe, looked at Aaron, and whispered, "My face hurts." ”

Have you ever seen a smashed palm?

It's the kind where the whole thing is rotten, and the bones can be seen as fragments.

"Why, why hit me!"

When Gao Jun vented, he still questioned.

However, Aaron had already died of pain.

After concocting the last black man in the same way, as soon as he threw the fire axe, Gao Jun hurriedly picked up his things and ran away in a panic.

Running home in one breath and locking the door, he had the strength to lean against the door and gasp for air, paralyzed.

Take out Glock, if it weren't for it today, he would at least have to shed a layer of skin, he felt as if he was in love with this little guy.

Moreover, blacks, all have alternative hobbies.

After the adrenaline went down, Gao Jun felt sore, walked into the bathroom, turned on the bath bomb, and poured it from the beginning.

The dirt on his body flowed down the pipes.

Hands propped up on the wall.

A burst of laughter was soft.

Gradually...

The laughter grew louder and heavier, "Hahahahaha!" He looked up, water washing down his cheeks.

He figured it out.

Lose your humanity, lose a lot, lose your bestiality, lose everything!

This society, fuck, cannibalism.

Why am I being bullied? Why do people bully me? Am I at fault? Am I damned?

Wrong!

It is the world that is wrong, and it is the weak who are wrong.

Because, if you are poor, you are at fault!

If, if I have money.

Would Martha still do this to me?

What if I have money?

Do those blacks dare to call out like that?

"Fucking stable, I want to make money, I want to make a lot of money, I want to make money that can kill people!"

Gao Jun roared hard and in a low voice.

His shadow.

It seems to be starting to grow horns.

……