Touch, touch.

When Derek closed the door and sat back into the car on the weekend, the two fell into silence. The silence suppressed anger. At least from the face, the two of them were likely to fight to vent their anger.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" Christina asked.

Derek leaned on the car window and held his forehead and said, "Evan Basdale's criminal group actually used a seven-year-old girl to sell drugs. The person who introduced the girl to the drug trafficking organization was an eleven-year-old boy. She didn't even know the most ordinary arithmetic questions, but the complicated drug transactions could tell the price casually."

"What?" Christina stared at her eyes and couldn't believe it all, even though he lived in the black area.

"There are even more outrageous things, you know, the reason why this little girl joined was just because her parents failed to satisfy her desire to buy a Barbie doll. When we asked her why she calculated this, she was answering, 'I'll be beaten because I don't know.'

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Christina leaned forward and turned into a state she said in Derek's narration, leaning against the backrest as if she had lost control. The feeling of powerlessness was as if someone had taken time off.

"A Barbie doll can make children think that this is the life trajectory of adults and think that they were beaten because they did something wrong." Derek felt sad for the present of these children.

Christina thought for a long time before speaking: "Who is responsible for their future? She has experienced all this at such a young age. How did they enter this originally unfair society to earn an hourly salary of $10 and a monthly salary of $3,000?"

Gangs are not only harmful to the community, but also make every member of the gang lose the possibility of returning to normal society. Perhaps the salary given to the gangs by their subordinates will not allow these people to wear gold and silver, but the money is enough to make him show off in front of other workers.

This is a money society, in which money is used to destroy people's will and move towards light instincts, and it is so cruel.

"Send me back to the bureau." Derek also leaned against the back of the seat, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After opening the car door home on the weekend, he changed the police uniforms back and started the car, and the thoughts in his mind began to change for the first time.

Is it really a kind of life?

Without dreams, can you really do anything to make the money in your pocket thicker again and again?

So what do you want the truth in this world? What do you want to pursue the truth?

There is no faith on weekends, and I don’t think that mysterious and mysterious faith can solve any problem. The pale reality always makes people think painfully in powerlessness, and in the end, all ideas are lost.

Derek was put down at the police station and drove to District C on the weekend. Whenever he passed by the streets where the most gangsters in Area C and saw groups of black people doing nothing on the roadside, his brain, who was still thinking about philosophical issues, could suddenly understand why the American police enforced the law so violently. Because sin does not grow in the sun, the world seen by the police who abused the gangsters is not the world seen by ordinary people.

It was not right to say that this was done on the weekend. He just figured out why the American police had a digital information with a mortality rate of up to 400 people/year under big data statistics. It was this dark life that wiped out the hope in the eyes of the police. In the eyes of the police, these people had no hope. Even if they were arrested in prison, they would just become more powerful criminals after they came out.

“Weekly, parking.”

The car parked on the street, and Christina sat in the car and said to the weekend: "We have to talk."

"Don't."

Before Christina could continue speaking on the weekend, she spoke first: "Don't destroy my last good impression of you."

"Don't say how hard your life is, how difficult it is to be a mother."

"Believe me, I thought about these questions for you yesterday. But... I always have an idea in my mind, Christina, do you know what your charm is?"

Christina smiled and asked self-deprecatingly: "I still have that thing?"

"You have."

Turning around to look at her on the weekend, "You reveal an open-minded outlook on life. Christina, who has this outlook on life, can joke with rough men in the police station, and can swear words, but this will not affect a person's quality. Perhaps when you are in a low tide, you will also want others to tell you that you are short of money, time, and your own life, but you will always make people feel that it is the kind of person who 'it is better to add this, but I am still awesome to this point.'

"At present, are you looking at what you do? You're messing yourself up. The worst thing is that you've got me in without knowing it. Don't say I'm selfish, everyone will take the lead in thinking about myself."

Christina kept waiting for the weekend to finish everything. She looked at the weekend and said a classic in ordinary language: "Wow, I never thought you were such a good guy, but Zhou, I am just an ordinary person, and I can resist anything except temptation."

Next, Christina told everything she didn't know on the weekend without any personal feeling. When she saw the money, she felt like she could see Dust who could communicate with her naturally in the future.

Listening to the weekend, listening to how Christina was threatened at her doorstep, listening to Hans' address, she had countless opportunities to kill the other party but finally chose to give up...

"We're sorry, we dragged you in."

“**-Teat.”

What’s strange is that when I heard these words on the weekend, I was not as confident as the first time. Without any mistakes, this scolding was like he couldn’t bear to smash it hard, but instead seemed powerless.

“ye,**-me.”

Two policemen sat in the police car in the roaming place on the streets of the black area, silently.

Bee, bee, bee.

On the streets of the black area, the priest who had just walked out of the fried chicken shop for a few steps suddenly heard the phone ringing. When he took out the phone, the other party only said one word.

"die!"

The priest looked up alertly. On the streets of the black area, two Latinos were pulling something out of their arms. In that second, the priest's first reaction was to lower his body and shout, "Omar!!!"

bump!

Touch, touch!

bump!

After taking out the pistol, two Latino Mexicans ignored the flow of people and aimed at Evan Basdale, who had just walked out of the store and fired directly. The bullets made a "touch, touch" sound on the body of a roadside car. The glass of the fried chicken shop appeared bullet holes under the flowing bullets. The crowd on the street began to bend down to find cover or lie directly on the ground as Bruno once said at the police station. For a moment, the streets were extremely chaotic.

The suicide attack of the two Mexicans soon ended, and the magazines of the two guns were almost exhausted in an instant. At this time, the two Mexicans did not change magazines on the scene and continued to attack, but turned around and ran away.

"They have no bullets, don't let them run away!"

Omar shouted, and the fried chicken shop was the first to attack several black people and run forward with pistols. Then, five or six black people emerged near the church, and these black people were chasing in the same direction with guns.

Next to the car beside Omar, a man who was like a pheasant who was looking at his head and pierced his head into the bottom of the car with his head in his arms. Omar didn't even look at this kind of person. He stood on the street and shouted at the priest who had not yet been able to straighten his waist and still lowered his body: "What am I talking about? What am I talking about!!"

"We should take advantage of the Mexicans' suppression of the police, rather than waiting for them to kill you."

"Father, if you say something, just one word, I will immediately lead people into the Spanish-speaking area and tell them that if you make up your mind to touch the king, you will not miss it!"

The priest is also a human being. He straightened his waist with a dull look at this moment. How could he make a decision immediately?

"Omar, ha?"

The person who was squatting on the ground just now turned around. There was no panic in his firm eyes. Even the turn from squatting to kneeling seemed so militarized. He almost took out his pistol when he twisted his body hard and appeared there in a kneeling position.

Omar, who was called to his name, turned around and turned around and had already expanded his pupils. He saw a man squatting opposite him. The man was holding a gun and there was a black hole in the muzzle.

bump.

The black hole spits out the tongue of flame.

puff.

Before his death, Omar heard a very strange sound. At that time, the sound of the skull bone being cracked, and then a strong impact force appeared. He didn't even have the chance to stagger back and fell to the ground.

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The mountain-like body lay on the ground, and blood was constantly gushing out of the blood hole on the forehead. The blood flowed from the high point to the low-lying tear glands, and finally dripped down the earlobes on the cheeks to the ground.
Chapter completed!