Chapter 113 Modern Brothers Driving to the Qiaodong campsite, Zhang Ailun got out of the car and saw tents on the roadside pitched there like graves, with a bright bonfire and seven or eight people cheering there. The sound quality of the old and broken speakers was blasting and it sounded very noisy, but they were enjoying it. Faith Modern, the eldest member of the Modern Brothers, was sitting on the sofa holding a blonde and blue-eyed white girl. Both of them seemed to have taken too much and were in a very excited mental state. There was even a syringe in the trash can next to them. "Fuck you! I didn't pay you $50 to come here and get high. You have to at least give me a good time! Hiss..." The people nearby were also cheering and watching the show intently, and they didn't even notice that Zhang Ailun and his companions had arrived. Zhang Ailun said with some boredom: "Are these guys all ruthless? I thought they were some tough guys." "Maybe they were broken by the street gangs and fell into depravity. Weren't they very glorious before? They are very ambitious and want to switch to drug trafficking to make money. But they have no brains or plans. They just want to grab territory and act recklessly. They pissed off other gangs and made too many enemies." Sig was not surprised by this, nor did he feel sorry for them. Although the competition for picking up cans is fierce, at most everyone just fights physically, and it's a turn-based street duel that won't result in anyone dying. Gang members don't follow any rules. If you violate their interests, they will find a way to kill you! Didn't another member of Modern Brothers get run over and killed in a car accident? Zhang Ailun said to the red stick beside him, "Go wake them up. I don't want to talk to a group of drug addicts whose brains are paralyzed by drugs and they can't even speak properly."
There is no sense of accomplishment in taking this opportunity to teach someone a lesson, because the other person will forget about it the next day, and may not even remember who hit him. The one-armed man Richie immediately ran over to pass on the message and patted a homeless man on the shoulder. "Hey guys, have you guys had enough fun? Our boss has something to tell you!" "No! Where did you come from? If you want to play, you have to line up obediently, okay?" The homeless man was irritable and turned back to curse him in dissatisfaction. He also mocked his arm: "Hey man, what happened to your hand? Was it broken? It doesn't matter, you still have another hand. If you really can't bear it, just roll aside, unbuckle your belt and solve it yourself!" “Fxxk you!” Yang Guo from the West Coast also had a bad temper and punched him angrily! The homeless man fell to the ground with his hands covering his nose with a howl. Richie was furious and kicked the table over. The wine bottle, syringe and scattered white powder were scattered all over the ground and flew in the wind. Other Beggar Gang thugs also went up to smash, loot and burn! "Fxxk!! What are you doing?" The homeless man next to him was shocked and angry, glaring at him, "Don't you know how expensive these things are?" He turned around and lay on the ground, gathered the white powder mixed with soil and began to lick it like a dog. There was a satisfied smile on his face. Zhang Ailun couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he stepped over the homeless people, walked to Faith Modern, grabbed the woman who was serving him, and slapped her in the face. Faith Modern woke up instantly, his nose was bleeding, and half of his face was swelling up at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Are you awake? Are you the boss of Modern Brothers?" Looking at the yellow man with an Asian face in front of him, Faith Modern's brain froze for a moment, then he recovered and looked around to see his brothers stumbling around, all of them looking like they were high. He was so angry that he wiped the blood and yelled, "F**k! Where are you from? Where's Arnold? Wasn't that guy standing guard outside? He didn't tell me when someone came and went to smoke behind my back again?" "If you're talking about that guy, yes." Sig remembered that there was a homeless man lying at the corner and thought he was dead, but it turned out to be the camp gatekeeper of Modern Brothers. Without saying anything, Zhang Allen slapped him on the other side of his face with his backhand, "Shut up! You're too loud!!" Feismodon was instantly honest. Do you know how much damage two big bidou can do to a venomous insect? His mind went blank, he opened his mouth, and muttered something. Zhang Ailun listened to him mumbling for a long time but couldn't hear clearly, so he slapped him again with his backhand, "Did you leave your vocal cords at home?" Faith Modern was completely stunned. His brain, paralyzed by drugs, was a little out of control and his thoughts short-circuited.
He sat on the sofa, looking at them in confusion, his eyes dull. "What on earth are you doing here, guys?" "Recall carefully what you have done, what mistakes you have made recently, and who you have offended!" Zhang Ailun felt a little bored. It was totally unsatisfying to bully a powerless poisonous insect while taking advantage of his situation. He turned his head and looked at the white girl who was sitting on the ground next to him, also in a trance with disheveled hair. He waved his hand and asked Xige and his men to drag her away so as not to interfere with their negotiations. He pulled up a stool and sat on it, staring at Faith Modern who was lost in thought, "Do you remember?" Obviously, the other party did not recall the relevant information. After thinking for a long time, he had no memory in his mind and even saw double. Said: "I just had my fun. I don't think I have seen you, nor have I provoked you." "You didn't provoke me, but you provoked my friend Old Carl. Where did you get the money to buy cocoa and leaves?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Insurance fraud, zero-dollar shopping, picking up cans." Faith Modern's spoken language became more and more fluent, and he became excited when he mentioned these memories. Soon, as if he had a moment of clarity, he regained his spirits. "Hey, guys, what do you mean? Do you think I did it? I think I know who you are!" "Oh? Do you remember who I am?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Of course, you should be Juan Kim from Lori Louis 19! Man, I know everything you have done since you first started to get involved in the industry! There is no doubt that you are a man who can do great things! You are different from that black lame star who only wants to beg and be a good boy all day long." Faith chuckled and said excitedly, "It's very cruel to make a name for yourself on the streets. Whoever has the biggest fist can make money, have women, cars and houses. There's nothing wrong with that. But the most important thing is to use your brain more! Never let yourself get addicted to drugs! That kind of thing will destroy your will and life!" "Then how did you become like this?" Zhang Ailun was a little surprised. He speaks in a very contradictory way, which doesn't seem to be the kind of person he is. "Because I'm a loser." Faith admitted decisively, "My dead brother and I are both losers. We offended someone we couldn't afford to offend! I used to refuse to take drugs and never touched addictive drugs, but after my leg was broken and my brother was run over by a car, I accepted my fate." He lifted one of his legs, which looked a little unnatural. When he rolled up his trouser leg, he realized it was a prosthesis. "You know me well?" Zhang Ailun asked. "I don't really understand. But I can feel your aura!" Zhang Ailun wondered how this guy could fool people so much? He had always been the one to pua others since his debut. When would it be someone else's turn to pua him? No wonder the other party was able to recruit dozens of people, operate a family model, and become bigger and stronger! What a pity. He was once the king of success studies on the West Coast, but later he was taken out and his legs were broken. "Since you know everything, it's easy. We can talk about my friend." Zhang Allen took out a pistol and placed it beside him, saying, "Old Carl spent a lot of money to entrust us to get the lost goods back." "How did you know it was me?" Faith Modern took a look at the gun and was not panicked. He just asked in confusion: "We rarely attack other people, let alone go to the gun scrap collection station. The ones who do this are Mexican workers and Europeans? How can you be sure that it is us who did it?" "I have my own way. It's none of your business." Zhang Allen asked for compensation directly, "Either take out Old Carl's $3000, or I will take away items from you that can be exchanged for equivalent value."
"Don't threaten me, man. If it was before, I might be scared to death, but now, look at me! A drug-addicted white homeless cripple, what is valuable? My blood is full of leaves and cocoa. Even the skin bank business will not choose someone like me." Faith laughed loudly, "I'm not black or yellow, I'm a useless white man, Wuhu!! Long live the useless man!" Zhang Ailun: “…” On the West Coast, homeless people are not considered high-quality candidates. Among homeless people, the physical fitness and organ availability of white people are much worse than those of black and Asian people. Although there are indeed many wealthy black people on the West Coast who like it, black people here are basically sick, and it is difficult to find one who is not addicted to the leaves. Black people of African origin are the best choice, followed by children adopted from Asia. Zhang Allen didn't want to discuss this sensitive topic too much. "I have already dispersed and recruited the Irish people living in the sewers. Jon will also be sentenced. If you don't want to end up like him, or even worse, you can continue to quibble!" "I've already spent all my money," Faith said. "You just got the jar yesterday and you've already spent it today. Do you think we're idiots?" Sig walked over and cursed, "The owner of the recycling station asked you to go to other places to cause trouble. You wanted to steal the can business. You stole old Carl's cans, but you definitely didn't sell them all! You must have hoarded them and wanted to sell them all at once after the price went up. Where did you hide the cans?" He searched for a long time in the No. 9 Bridge Hole Camp but didn't find a jar. After hearing what Sig said, Zhang Allen also looked at the gloomy Faith Modern and laughed: "Tell me, where did you hide the jars? Don't worry, as long as we get the jars or get back the $3000 in cash, the debt between you and Old Carl will be written off! If you want to continue to quibble, you will bear the consequences at your own risk." "You have guns, you are the boss, you have the final say, I can't do anything but cooperate with you. I did hide the cans somewhere else, in a small wooden house in the suburbs. That was our base for growing leaves in the past." Faith sighed helplessly, dragged his disabled leg to stand up, and limped towards the tent under the bridge. "Wait for me, I'll get the keys now and take you to the suburbs. Damn, I really miss the days when my brother and I were so glorious on the streets..." He walked away mumblingly and crawled into the tent. Zhang Ailun signaled with his eyes to Richie beside him to bring people over to watch him and prevent him from taking out any deadly weapons from the tent to threaten him. He looked back at the members of the camp who had regained consciousness, and the poisonous girl, and waved his hand, calling them over. "How much did he pay you to come and serve them?" "Twenty dollars per person. Fez gave me fifty dollars and asked me to provide him with a full range of services and live with him at night." The poisonous girl answered timidly. "You are going to serve seven or eight people by yourself?" Sig felt a little unbelievable. Then you really make a lot of money! It's really a pain for the little butterfly to follow you. It has to spit out honey every day. "I did this just to make money, otherwise I would be hungry. I would have no money to rent a house and it would be dangerous to sleep on the street. I would be raped at night. They used to call me over and help me. Sometimes when I had a drug addiction, they would give me cocoa and leaves." The drug girl said a little embarrassedly: "Although they take drugs, do not do serious work, and often go to jail, they are all good people." Classic good guy. "Excuse me, can I leave now?" He looked at Zhang Ailun pitifully. "Let's go." Zhang Ailun didn't make things too difficult for her and let her go.
The other party is different from the Dongwu sisters. Although they both do things for money, one has a license and the other does not. One is a regular senior physiotherapist and model, and the other is a third-level Gu chicken in the wild area. The Dongwu sisters have nice bodies and provide great service. They came across the border just to make money. They have medical reports and are not addicted to drugs, otherwise wealthy bosses would definitely not be willing to order them. The richer you are, the more you value your life. Rich people will also be very cautious in selecting people. Not to mention anything else, even if you go to a foot massage parlor to do a high-end spa, employees must have a medical examination certificate before they can take up the job. Who can stand spending Gaozhao's money and clicking on a poisonous criticism? It's a mess! "Hey! Why did you let her go? I haven't paid her yet!!" Faith Modern took out the keys and handbag from the tent. After seeing the call girl being driven away, she became anxious in an instant. Even after being slapped several times by Zhang Ailun before, he had never been as angry as he was now. He came up to them angrily, spitting at them face to face, and barked, "F**K! You have to be responsible! How can I sleep at night without her company?" It can be seen that this guy is not only a drug addict, but also a drug addict. Zhang Ailun ignored his barking and replied indifferently: "Did you get the key? Then come with us." "I'm not leaving!" Faith said angrily. Zhang Ailun didn't give him any chance to react and slapped him in the face. "Give you face!" With a slap, half of his face swelled up again. "Are you going or not?" "Let's go. Let's go now!" Faith nodded immediately, her eyes clearer than ever before. "What were you doing before? You forced me to do it. You bastard." Zhang Ailun cursed and rubbed his palms. He felt that the other party was quite thick-skinned. At least after one slap, the recoil of the force made his palms numb and itchy. Feis asked the people in the camp to continue having fun while he went out to do some business with the bosses who came to collect debts. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that they had offended someone who was not easy to deal with again. But while the new members are still anxious, the old members have already laid down and started smoking leaves. "Why are you panicking? Doesn't our boss get beaten up a few times a month? As long as he's not arrested by the police and thrown into jail, everything will be fine! At least they are colleagues on the streets, not members of the drug-dealing gang next door." The old member sneered. "Don't worry, our boss won't die. When we open our eyes, tomorrow will be another beautiful day." "Then take drugs, then dance." A group of people who are high on drugs and have fun don't care about anything else. They just eat and wait for death and just give up. You can hit me or scold me! The leaves cannot be broken! No freedom or death! ! (End of this chapter)