American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 37 Under the Trolls

 After get off work in the evening, Bruce continued to hitchhike with Martin.

He thought about what Martin said and said: "Hart and the people in the Sportsman Group believe that you can bring in more income, so they are willing to go with you to protest against the Methodist Association."

Of course Martin knows this: "Don't worry, I'll let them keep calling them daddy."

Bruce asked: "Reward for news informants? I guess we are all on the blacklist."

"This is easy to handle. You can ask Monica to call, and Hart and the others can ask his wife or friends to call." Martin turned around and drove closer to the Baka community: "The boss agreed to provide subsidies based on hourly wages."

He thought for a while and then said: "I will go to the Free Association on Monday to see if I can get a sponsorship. Old Bu, this may not be possible, so don't talk about it yet."

 Ford stopped at the intersection and Bruce got out of the car: "Don't worry, I'm not an idiot like you."

 The car door closed, Martin stepped on the accelerator and ran away, leaving Bruce to eat his cigarette.

 Bruce was angry: "I hope you will be robbed by Old Black when you go back!"

 Martin stretched his left arm out of the car window and gave him a middle finger.

The car drove to the intersection turning into the Clayton community. Under the few street lights that could still be lit, two white men stood up. They held white plastic bags in their hands and gestured towards Martin.

 Martin has met a small seller selling seaweed and flour before.

 He did not slow down and continued walking forward.

 Only a few dozen meters away, there was a harsh sound of brakes coming from behind.

Martin subconsciously looked in the rearview mirror. A pickup truck rushed towards the intersection. The two white men turned around and ran away. After running a few steps, the passenger and rear doors of the pickup truck were opened, and the light of fire shone at the same time.

Boom—

 Under the trolls, all living beings are equal.

 Two white men jumped directly into the street.

Martin drove the car very fast, all the way into the backyard, and felt a gun under his clothes, feeling somewhat safe.

　　"What the hell!" Seeing the scenery with his own eyes, Martin's national curse buried deep in his heart burst out: "Troll!"

Although there are dealers around the community, Clayton is not the most chaotic community, and it is much better than the black and Latino areas.

 After Martin came over, this was the first time he saw a shooting with his own eyes.

He washed his face, calmed down, closed the doors and windows, and waited for a while. The community was still calm before going to sleep.

 In the early hours of the morning, Martin was awakened from his sleep by the sound of gunshots, which sounded not far away.

Martin picked up the pistol and cell phone and stood guard behind the masonry load-bearing wall at the door.

 The roar of car and motorcycle engines was heard, and gunshots were fired intermittently.

 He called Elena, waited for the call, and said: "Close the doors and windows, and don't come out!"

Elena said: "I know, idiot, don't go out either! Your broken pistol is not even useful for shooting birds!"

 Martin hung up the phone and called 911.

 It is estimated that many people in the community have called the police.

The siren didn’t sound for a long time.

 Poor communities have no human rights.

 When the gunshots disappeared and the roar of the motor subsided, the sound of police sirens finally came from a distance.

 At dawn, Martin and Elena went to the scene of the crime to take a look.

 At the house less than 150 meters away from Carter's house, the wooden walls were densely covered with bullet holes like a hornet's nest, and the blood on the dirt floor dried to dark black.

 Police put up a barrier.

 Martin saw Mr Wood and asked: "What happened?"

Wood arrived early and learned more about it: "I heard that a black gang from the south came to grab goods and rob the market. They had a fight with Jackson and the others, and four people died. Our broken community will be in chaos in the future."

 The middle-aged man next to him asked: "I'm going to buy a gun, will you go?"

Elena answered: "I'll go! Whoever dares to break into my house, I'll blow his pig head off!"

 Martin went back to drive, and at the same time called Bruce, called Bruce and Monica, and went to the gun store together.

Bruce said: "Last night, a trafficker also died in the Baka community."

Martin was thankful: "If we take this road, we will end up with the same fate." The atmosphere in the car was a bit heavy. The four of them all came from lower-class backgrounds and did not receive a good education. Only Bruce, who had been a soldier, was in a better situation.

Martin's car stopped in front of the gun shop: "Everyone, if I say something not nice, don't fall into the quagmire in the future. No one will reach out to help poor people like us."

Bruce realized something: "So, you have been working part-time."

 Martin opened the door: "I am just a part-time worker earning an hourly wage. I don't know anything else."

Elena and Monica were confused: "What are these two stupid pigs talking about?"

 The four people got out of the car and went to the gun store to choose guns.

 Martin has a pistol, but after experiencing the scene last night, his phobia of insufficient firepower broke out.

 He wants to buy a spear.

Elena also wants to buy a spear.

Under Georgia law, there are no restrictions on the purchase of long guns, and no license is required.

 The two of them followed the advice of Bruce, a professional, and chose a shotgun that suited them.

 Bruce bought an AR.

 When the community environment deteriorates to a certain extent, they can only choose to take up arms.

　　After practicing the gun all morning, Martin told Elena when he returned: "Keep the gun away and don't let idiot Hall get it. I doubt he will blow his head off."

Elena snorted coldly: "He is not as idiotic as you."

That night, another shooting occurred in the north of the Clayton community.

 The fight between gangs continues.

After getting off work, Martin simply slept in the living room of Carter's house with his shotgun in his arms.

 At dinner in the morning, Hall complained: "We should take the initiative and blow the heads of those bastards."

　　Lily sneered: "Your head will be blown first."

 Elena, who has always been optimistic and cheerful, looked at her younger siblings and was too heavy to speak.

Harris felt inexplicable pressure and suddenly raised his head: "I...I will find a way to make money and take you to a better community."

"This is the only way." Martin couldn't think of any other way. It was difficult to see patrol police in this poor place, and even the police were reluctant to come.

 He asked Harris: "How are you going to make money?"

Elena took over: "I want to insist on buying lottery tickets!"

 Martin can only say that she is indeed Elena.

 But she continued: "I have memorized all the cocktail recipes you gave me and have been practicing them."

 Martin and Lily asked for pen and paper, and wrote down some recipes for Elena.

 After breakfast, and sending Elena to the Methodist Church, Martin remembered something and asked: "The Methodist Church is going to hold a large-scale training soon?"

Elena said: "Aiming at the idiot believers and their idiot children, it's the Methodist training center where you picked me up last time." She reacted very quickly: "Are you going to cause trouble again?"

 Martin thought for a moment and said: "You can also participate when you have time, and then help me pay attention to Milton."

“I know him,” Elena said. “He reeks of the innate sinfulness of people like me.”

 She was very interested: "Would you like me to follow him secretly, so that I can help you more..."

 Martin interrupted her: "You can participate in the training safely, pay attention to when Milton passes by, and do nothing else. You can't do complicated things."

Elena was so angry that her chest hurt: "My IQ crushes you idiot!"

 Martin glanced at her rapidly rising chest: "Okay, I admit, it can be crushed."

 The Ford stopped in front of the lottery shop. Elena got out of the car to buy lottery tickets and asked, "Are you free at noon?"

 Martin shook his head: "Probably not. I will find a patent lawyer for consultation soon, and then go to the Free Association."

Elena was surprised: "Patent lawyer?" She remembered: "Did you tell Lily about handicrafts?"

 Martin said: "Almost, I'll ask first."

 (End of this chapter)