Chapter 60: Driving away wolves and devouring tigers
Well, how come this happened again.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Ailun turned around and left.
He didn't want to gamble at all whether the gun Lao Hei was carrying was real, even though it was very likely to be fake in broad daylight in the city.
Shit! The homeless people on this street are a bit high level! Their equipment is full of deadly weapons, and their faction forces are all tied to local gangs.
I don’t know if it’s because the second half of Sanji Bar is controlled by a gang, but it must be a small black gang with no rules.
You are even trying to get a share of the homeless people's food. You are so useless. I look down on you!
After walking two blocks, they saw a few patrol officers eating donuts and drinking milk tea at the traffic light. Zhang Ailun had an idea and found a homeless man begging with a cup nearby, took out $5 and whispered to him.
The homeless man took the money and immediately walked over to greet the police officer, "Hello! Officer."
"Hello, sir, what can I do for you?" Several police officers saw that it was a white homeless man and responded calmly.
"It's like this. I was begging on the next street just now, and I saw a black homeless man illegally holding a gun! He was on the street diagonally opposite the Sanji Bar! They also dragged an innocent homeless man into the alley and beat him! He really needs your help." The homeless man had no martial ethics and reported it directly.
The white police officers looked at each other, and when they heard the words "black people", "guns", "violence", and "sensitive words", they immediately dropped the donuts and milk tea in their hands.
He picked up the intercom on his chest and called the dispatch center. "This is Vicky. I have encountered a situation here. A citizen reported that he saw a black man illegally holding a gun near the Sanji Bar and was violent. We are rushing to the scene of the crime. Requesting support."
Dispatch Center: "Understood. Other nearby police officers have been notified to provide support."
"Thank you for your report, sir, and have a nice day." The white police officer greeted him, immediately got into the car with his colleagues, started the horn, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards the crime scene.
Zhang Ailun was also pleased with the police officers' responsibility.
If you were in Texas or Florida and carried a gun on campus or in the city, I wouldn't blame you.
But if you insist on illegally carrying a gun in California, which has the strictest gun ban in the United States, and openly show off your gun on the streets in the city, claiming that you are a gang member, then I will not be polite!
Illegal possession of fake guns carries the same sentence as real guns.
Only those who survived were eligible to go to jail.
Come on, little black guy.
Driving a tiger to devour a wolf, using a knife to kill someone, do the little black men on the street understand this? Just learn it.
Zhang Ailun originally wanted to go home and lie down, and wait and see tomorrow if the situation allows, then ask Dominic to come here and pick up the cans.
After all, it is unlikely that the homeless black man on the street will survive today, and the gangs will be more honest. All the dishonest lairs will be wiped out by you, and you can take over the treasure chests in these two streets at the same time.
Simone sent him a message with a picture of a greenhouse.
The background is in the basement, with warm lights, flower pots wrapped in plastic film, a floor fan and a window.
Zhang Ailun was very familiar with this scene.
The small workshop he opened before was of similar size and very realistic.
Zhang Ailun: Did you really work with them?
Simone: I was just invited to visit. Would you like to help out here?
Zhang Ailun: What kind of help? If it's just helping with planting, forget it, I'm not interested in that kind of thing. Simone: No, Jason found that one of the seeds in the bag he bought that was lost in the corner of the wall had sprouted, but it looked more like wheat seeds? Or rice? Aren't you Asians good at farming? So he wanted to ask you to come and take a look.
Zhang Ailun: What do you mean? How can you, a man who has been picking cotton for three generations, say that I am better at farming? Isn't Jason from Texas? He is an old red-necked man who works on the farm with his neck tanned black. How can he not know rice and wheat? A top student?
Simone: Fuck you! Alan! Why are you saying that to me? You can't say that!
Zhang Ailun: Come on, Asians are good at farming, blacks are good at picking cotton, Mexicans are good at building houses! This is a complete stereotype!! It is a deliberate propaganda of the media! Why don’t they promote us Asians as having the highest average IQ, the most cultured, the most cultivated, the most orderly, the most historical, and the most versatile, but only say that we can farm?
Even to make a small movie, one has to carefully select from millions of people, and all kinds of projects require the use of technology. Who can withstand this?
I look down on you! You sick man who only cares about beauty! The curse of the Yenala family will eventually come true on you!
Simone: OK, Mr. Almighty, why are you still somewhere else? Why don't you fly over and save us!
Zhang Ailun: Give me the seat! Give me the seat! Your all-rounder will be here soon!
Simone sent the location to Zhang Ailan.
Zhang Ailun took a look and saw that it was in a community on a poor street. He rushed over quickly.
They arrived at the community in just over ten minutes, but Zhang Ailun encountered a problem and sent a message to Simone: Come out to pick up your Mr. Almighty!
Simone: The community gate is open.
Zhang Ailun: I was stopped by a black lady at the door! She suspected that I was a thief! This is simply a pig laughing at the crow! I am a crow.
Simone: ...
After receiving the news, Jason rushed over and explained to the black lady who was blocking the entrance of the community with a suspicious look on her face and whose thighs were thicker than Zhang Ailun's waist. Only then did the lady relax her guard and started speaking in the West Coast black rap accent.
"Shit! If you hadn't told me, I would have thought he was going to drag me into the alley and humiliate me severely. This Asian kid is as strong as a buffalo, he looks like he wants to eat me!"
The black lady breathed a sigh of relief, looking as if she had survived a disaster, and felt a little regretful. She turned around and walked away with her waist twisted.
I eat you? I feel like you can kill me with one sitting on my butt.
Zhang Ailun was speechless. Are you a kiln burner or a charcoal seller?
Jason brought Zhang Allen to the venue, which was a basement. In addition to Simone and Fitz, there was also a unlucky little guy with a cockscomb and dark makeup. They were arguing about whether the seeds on the table were hemp seeds, rice or wheat.
Zhang Ailun walked over and took only one look before sentencing them. "It's confirmed that there's a small amount of castor beans mixed in here, and a large amount of hemp seeds and black sorghum seeds. Where did you get it from?"
Our ancestors have been planting this thing for thousands of years, and it can be found everywhere on the roadsides in rural areas.
Hemp seeds are also called hemp kernel, thread hemp, and wild hemp. They are the fruits of hemp. The plant skin is used to weave cloth and clothes, which are called hemp clothes. The rope made by twisting is called hemp rope. The shelled seeds are the hemp kernel in traditional Chinese medicine.
It is an ancient cultivated plant, belonging to the genus Cannabis of the Moraceae family. It is an erect annual herb. It can also be used as a food ingredient to make sesame seed tofu, which is delicious.
Needless to say, sorghum has a wide range of uses.
Castor beans are the mature seeds of the plant Ricinus communis, which belongs to the Euphorbiaceae family. Originating in Africa, it is a perennial herb. Gangs and drug dealers basically grow this kind of castor bean indoors, which has a short cycle and quick profits.
The fruits all look pretty much the same, and they look pretty messy anyway. The black sorghum seeds are the right size, and you can't tell them apart if you mix them in.
What a talent! Selling hemp seeds is illegal, but it doesn't say that selling sorghum seeds is illegal!
You buy hemp seeds, and I sell sorghum. Is there a problem with this? No problem! It's just immoral.
Easy to be beaten to death.
(End of this chapter)
