On the shores of Lake Michigan, the cold wind howls.

Ethan stepped on the frozen ground and slammed the door shut.

Hold the lighter with your hand and light a cigarette.

A wisp of green smoke just rose and was immediately blown away by the lake breeze.

"Yo."

Teisel pressed the blue hat and shouted dissatisfiedly, "Can you go a little slower?" ”

"Do you have an opinion?"

Ethan took a cigarette in his mouth and walked slowly up the embankment.

Hank is responsible for collecting protection money, he just waits for the money to be collected, so he hasn't seen this old black for a long time.

Although he didn't see him for a long time, Teisel was very impressed with him.

"No, of course."

As he spoke, he inexplicably felt a dull pain under his ribs, and the muscle memory of the last time he was buckled in the ribs was left to the present.

Ethan put his hands in his pockets and looked at Lake Michigan beside him.

Spring is coming, and the ice on the lake is gradually beginning to melt, and the broken ice is densely stacked on top of each other under the impetus of the lake water.

Light blue crushed ice, like pieces of shattered glass, spilled all over Lake Michigan.

This kind of scene is like a dream.

Just as Ethan was looking at Lake Michigan and enjoying the beautiful scenery, Hank walked up to Teisel with his arms folded and asked helplessly:

"Are you crazy? Why do you have to come here, not afraid of freezing your brain. ”

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"I don't dare to be seen by acquaintances in the city, then I won't be mixed up in the future." Teisel took a sharp puff of the leaf, flicked his fingers, and the hand-rolled cigarette fell to the ice:

"I'm in trouble right now, someone is trying to steal my business."

"Fakyu."

Ethan scolded and flicked the cigarette away.

The cold wind was howling, and he couldn't pump hard, and he wrapped his clothes and was about to leave.

Fighting and killing between gangs is as normal as eating and drinking, and they collect protection money, not nannies.

"Hey."

Seeing these two people turn around, Teisel was immediately angry:

"You two bastards, do you want this."

"I've been paying for so long, and now I'm in trouble, you can't help but help, right?"

Hank's thoughts were similar to Ethan's, and he walked down the embankment with a cold face.

Before the beginning of spring, it is the coldest, who wants to blow the cold wind here and listen to him say some trivial things.

"Fake, don't go, it's war."

Teisel waved his hand vigorously and shouted, "Gang war, it's not the kind of small thing you think. ”

Hearing this, Hank stopped:

"Are you serious?"

"That's right, I'm talking about war."

Teisel excitedly took out a leaf and lit it again: "I'm not kidding, now there is a group of outsiders who want to come and grab business." ”

"Every time this happens, you know, blood, corpses, gunfights, not a single one will be missing."

"Who is it?"

Hank asked in a deep voice as he walked back quickly.

His attitude has always been like this, to be stable, not chaotic, and if it is really what Teisel says, it will often cause great confusion.

"Salvadoran."

The corners of Teisel's eyes twitched, and he took a hard sip of the leaf.

"Shet."

Hank gritted his teeth and furrowed his eyebrows.

This is even more frightening than the Mexicans and Colombians, a small country in Central America with a population of more than 6 million, and according to incomplete statistics, at least one in 10 people are involved with gangs.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a country of gangs.

Under the extremely bad economic situation, a large number of young adults and gang members have smuggled in.

The vast majority of these people are uneducated and unwilling to be cattle and horses like illegal Mexican laborers, and most of them have the only option.

It is not at all a problem to describe the style of these people as extremely vicious.

The organizations that have stabilized are okay to say that these people will not fight so hard when they find food to eat, and they are most afraid of grabbing business and turf.

"What happened?"

Hank reached out and snatched Teisel's leaf and threw it away.

Since the situation is serious, we can't let him smoke the leaves and mess around, the information is inaccurate, and he can kill people.

"And then."

Teisel reached into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag and threw it over.

After Hank saw it, Ethan took the bag.

Inside were several small red pills with a capital Y printed on them.

"This thing."

Teisel sniffed, gritted his teeth and said, "We call it Pink Y." ”

"A few days ago, a gang of Salvadorans approached me and asked me to sell this thing for a profit of six or four cents, six of them, and four of us."

"You know, it's impossible to accept this kind of thing."

"Pills like this are not very high-tech, and our gang can also produce them themselves."

"Why sell someone else's goods for no reason."

His eyes drifted, and he said excitedly: "And the Salvadorans also issued a warning, all the goods in our own hands must be stopped, and we can only sell them." ”

This kind of eating is a bit ugly.

It is equivalent to co-opting the other party, at least part of the other party's income.

These old blacks are not good at stubble, Ethan doesn't have to think about it, he knows that Teisel will definitely not agree to this kind of cooperation, and it is very good not to kill the other party directly.

"I refused, and I blew people away."

Teisel continued: "Before the Salvadorans left, they put aside the harsh words and gave only three days to think about it. ”

"If we don't agree, they'll come and grab it themselves."

He rolled his eyes and looked at Hank fixedly: "Today is the fourth day. ”

"In the morning, in the next block, a leader disappeared."

"Not only him, but also the mistress, and two of his men."

Looking at the small pill in Ethan's hand, Teisel swallowed his saliva: "Where the incident happened, a big letter Y was drawn with blood, which is the same as the pill on it, which means that they are going to do it." ”

"Not long ago, I was in contact with gang leaders in several neighborhoods, and they all received warnings from Salvadorans a few days ago."

"From what I can tell, these people are trying to eat up a small area of the neighborhood."

Hearing this, Hank's eyes narrowed.

It's no wonder that gang wars are going to happen, and it's no wonder that Teisel is so nervous.

Now, the conflict phase has come.

He glared at Teisel fiercely, and then at Ethan: "Did we get a report today?" ”

"Nope." Ethan shook his head.

"It won't be." Teisel smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think that all murders can be caused in front of the strip?" ”

"I see."

Hank asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, what are the clues?" ”

"Hector."

Teisel gritted his teeth: "The man who took the lead and threatened me, he said his name was Hector." ”

"On his neck, it's all tattooed."

"The back of the head." He hurriedly said: "That's right, there is also the back of the head, a very long scar, like it has been cut by a knife." ”

"Got it."

Hank nodded, squinted his eyes, and said, "Until we find that person, I suggest you take a dodge." ”

"Of course, I'm not stupid."

Teisel continued to pull out the leaves, muttering.

"That's right." He remembered something again, and hurriedly said, "Hector said something at that time. ”

"He said that I hope we can make smart choices and not be fools and offend Ms. Bowman, and no one will survive."

(End of chapter)