In the dim living room, an old desk lamp emits a dim light on the coffee table next to the sofa. Under the light, an old lady sat there with glasses, holding a book quietly and reading it carefully.↑, this picture will cause misunderstandings no matter who appears in anyone's eyes. Perhaps with her white shirt and black trousers, many people will think that she should be the principal of a school, especially her figure that has never been distorted at all, can still make people see the shadow of the beauty of the old woman when she was young.

Click.

When the sound came from the door lock, she reached out to take off her glasses and looked at the door. Her short hair vibrated a little with this movement. At that time, a man in his thirties walked in and was a little tired: "Mom, have you not sleep yet?"

The old lady closed the book in her hand, did not answer the question, and asked directly: "How is the discussion?"

The man took off his jacket, reached out and stood on the sofa, then sat next to the old lady, and his face came out of the shadow under the dim light, and whispered: "Those old guys decided to ignore our affairs. I mean, our only street is gone."

This man has a pair of infiltrating eyes. When he was in a calm state, his eyes looked like a wolf walking on the grassland with his head down. When he was focused, it was like the wolf discovered his prey, and his eyes were full of almost dull and fierceness.

"Doke, I remember telling you that for us now, territory is never the most important thing..." The old lady was comforting.

"Yes, I know, the most important thing is people, I understand this principle. But without the territory, how can anyone follow me?"

The old lady raised her hand and stroked Duoke's back along the back of her head, patted her gently and said, "Don't forget, you are the only one who has the title of Duoke, and the entire Armenian area is completely ruled by the Duoke family."

Duoke didn't say anything. Listening quietly, his eyes staring at a portrait hanging on the wall. There was an ancient chair in the oil painting, and there was a majestic middle-aged man sitting on the chair. If Duoke is a wolf now, then this middle-aged man is the "head wolf" among the wolf pack.

"Doco?"

He spoke, but there was a hint of helpless self-deprecation in his words: "Ten years ago, this was a name that could shock the entire Armenian region. But when this name was placed on my head, it became a joke. Mother, everyone knows that the short-sighted SAS family now ruled the entire Armenian region, and they have replaced the status of the Doco family. Although I can still sit in the golden chair symbolizing identity at every family meeting, I never had the opportunity to speak at the meeting."

"Have SAS had a right choice for many years? When Italians and Jews from New York came to Los Angeles for help, SAS chose to refuse with a cold attitude. He made the Armenians lose the opportunity to become a real corporate gang and is still in the situation of familial gangs. Russians and Colombians were also unable to convince the stubborn old guy. He was arrogant and believed that working with these people would threaten our position in Los Angeles. After so many years, the only time he worked with other gangs was to send a group of prostitutes to Montek, which caused the anger of the Mexicans. His son was shot the next day, and this warning was still hanging on the heads of the entire Armenians."

"What can I do in this case? Don't forget that all the scoundrels who surrender to the SAS family in the family meeting."

"I, I—him—mom—have almost given up."

The old lady smiled and looked at her dilemma son. She seemed to be indifferent to the embarrassment of her family: "You can hold on, you have the preciousness your father left to you..."

"I am tenacious and forbearable. Do I choose to fight to the end when facing a difficult environment?"

Twenty years ago, Doko was the most famous family in the Armenian gathering area. The bloody storm brought about by this name made the Armenians who fought with each other and had many gangs quickly entered the era of great unity. From that time on, the Armenians had a strong backing. They did not have to be afraid of bullying by various gangs of blacks, whites, Cubans, Spanish and Russians. It was also from that day that no Armenian had paid a cent of protection fee to outsiders.

Lao Duoke used blood to convey the will of the Armenians again and again. They drove the Colombians with mp5 out of the community with their hunting rifles and pistols, so that there would be no more drug dealers in this community during the day. Although they took advantage of the US government's vigorous crackdown on drug-product sales in the 1990s, they still won this magical war.

At that time, Armenians had their own seats at the roundtable in Los Angeles and organized family meetings internally. At that time, the two major families of Doko and Sas were the pillars of the entire Armenian region.

To be honest, in the chaotic world of the 1990s, Armenians supported this gang. At least they were willing to keep the protection fee at a level that every family felt was not painful, rather than like other gangsters, who wanted to suck your blood in one mouthful; they were willing to make the community clean during the day, and people would never find syringes on the ground and addicts sleeping on benches in the park. They would only see drug dealers in the park after midnight; even the gangsters who make a living by robbery and stealing are not attacking Armenians themselves, and they began to move at the gates of the city railways and various bus stations.

If Montek belongs to the priest alone, then a higher-level family-style industrial chain has been formed in the Armenian community. Doko and Sass opened gold stores here, and blatantly placed the stolen goods obtained by the gangsters in the store to sell them to other people in the community at a low price; they jointly opened a law firm with unscrupulous lawyers to help those terminally ill people cheat on American insurance companies.

Duoke spent ten years laying a complete public foundation throughout the community, which made many people willing to risk helping them hide the retaliatory criminals on the Los Angeles Police Department’s wanted order at home.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The Duoke family only had a glorious ten years. Ten years later, the old Duoke was dragged down by cancer and was left with only a skinny body. In the end, he had to leave this world.

This old lady, the woman who was like a principal under the desk lamp, made a decision with her extremely keen judgment, which was to quickly release control of the Armenian region and complete a peace agreement with the SAS family. The old lady knew SAS's ambitions so well that when SAS was still a minion behind Doko, she was willing to imprison Doko in order to improve her status. Now he has become the largest family outside Doko family, and Optimus Prime of the Doko family has collapsed... This is the only way to avoid the entire Doko family falling into disaster.

So the old lady released all the territory in her hand, and under the devouring of Sars' ambition, she only retained the name of the Doco family and the position in the family meeting. Apart from that, she wanted nothing but decisively evacuated.

A widow has completely preserved the family's three sons and a street in such a cruel world. Although she is not very good at having two sons, at least she has an older son to count on.

This is also the reason why the street was swept over the weekend but the Armenians did not react at all. Even Ted, who was single, dared to come over and step on it. It was even more because the old lady couldn't see the situation clearly. She knew that someone in the police station in the Wandering District colluded with the SAS family, but she didn't know whether SAS had begun to think that the name Doko was annoying, and wanted to ascend the throne legitimately, and was killing people with a knife.

"mom."

After calming down, Duoke asked: "Do we still have hope?"

Duoke wanted to give up a little, and I'm afraid no one could understand the feeling of being in a pin and needle every time he appeared at a family meeting.

"Wait a little longer." The old lady opened the book again and looked at it with relish.

"What are you waiting for?"

“The ambitions of the El Salvadors.”

...

When, when, when, when.

When the knock on the door sounded, Duoko slowly stood up in a deflated "um" sound. The moment he walked to the door and opened the door, he saw two brothers who were a little depressed in anxiety.

"Duoke, all of us are gone."

Hearing his own brother say such words, Doko glared at him and asked in a deep voice: "What did you say?"

"Our people are all gone."

Another man with long hair responded: "We didn't have many famous gunmen in our hands. After Arieg was arrested, we could not keep anyone without that street. No one was willing to rely on a family that didn't even have famous gunmen."

The world of gangs is so cruel. Famous gunmen represent the force of a gang or a family. The more famous gunmen they rely on, the more prosperous the family. This is also the reason why gangs spend money to send them away after their famous gunmen become wanted criminals. Because the famous gunmen who run away still has a deterrent power, the gunmen arrested by the police are nothing.

"Let them go."

In the room, a woman's voice came over, and she said calmly: "You three must always remember that when you can't get anything, you can rely on the bullets in your hands to grab it, but the heart of the people must exchange it with your heart wrapped in blood."

despair.

A light sound came, and the whole living room lit up. The old lady walked towards the open kitchen in the room, tied up her apron and shouted at the door: "What are you still standing there? Come in and have a meal."

On the sofa, next to the place where she sat, was a translated version of the book. If it was translated into Chinese, the name of the book should be...Zizhi Tongjian. (To be continued.)
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