Early in the morning, a group of people wearing black suits and police uniforms appeared in the cemetery of Montek. These were policemen on duty or off duty. However, they did not guard the town, but stood next to a tombstone with a cross carved carved on it.

This was the first funeral I attended after coming to the United States on the weekend. He personally placed a white lily in the coffin. At that time, Christina, who was lying in the coffin, was very peaceful, and she did not have the enthusiasm of being alive, nor did she feel guilty about the 20,000 US dollars in sitting in the car.

On the weekend, I had no idea what it felt when I put the lily in the coffin, and I even forgot whether it was sad or regretful. In short, he stood by the cemetery in a black suit and watched, watching the guys dressed in a very grand manner carrying the coffin, watching Derek cover the national flag for himself, and to see his colleagues around him bowing their heads to express condolences when the coffin was buried. The real pastor narrated Christina's life.

Finally, the guys in grand dress raised their guns and fired twenty-one shots, three people, each of whom seven shots.

I don’t know why I should remember these things on weekends, but he remembered them anyway.

At the same time, he did not see the familiar grave, but saw a tombstone pressing on Christina's plain graveyard.

Amen.

At the end of the funeral, everyone said so.

"week."

After comforting Christina's mother, Derek walked to the weekend that had been hiding in the corner, when there was a hint of heavy weight on his face.

It can be seen on the weekend that Derek is really tired.

"Your order will arrive in a few days."

"Los Angeles?" asked over the weekend, when Derek gave him only this choice.

Derek nodded and said, "You should find a bigger stage. Montek is too small and disgusting."

"Sit with me?"

After they left the funeral, they got into Derek's car on the weekend. He didn't drive, it was Heisenberg who picked him up.

The car left the funeral scene, and they were the first to leave. Heisenberg, Joey, Bob, and Eward, who had a good relationship with Christina on weekdays, were comforting the old lady. The two children did not appear at the funeral scene. Christina's mother told them that their mother had been transferred and would take several years to come back.

In the Black District, when Derek appeared here on weekends, he saw that the dilapidated chapel symbolizing something on weekdays became very deserted, while the car repair shop on the other side was bustling like a market. A group of black people who didn't know why the Black District became like this now were constantly telling the priest and Omar's legend...

"Yo, Omar is the heroic courage of the black area. I watched Omar loyally protect the priest before his death. If it weren't for the Mexican attack, Omar could smash his eggs with one punch. Even if Omar knew that the Mexican pointed a gun at the priest at the door of the fried chicken shop and was about to kill the priest, he would still block it. Do you know why? Loyalty and loyalty to our family are the tradition of our black people."

Derek didn't say anything and drove to the Spanish-speaking area.

Along the way, he didn't say a word on the weekend. In his eyes, he was full of children surrounding the door of the car repair shop. Those children dressed themselves up in a mess. At the age of fourteen or five, they began to squat there and listen to people telling street stories. What appeared in his mind was always like a Hollywood blockbuster, and their lives were completely frozen in this second.

Sure enough, it was still the same when he arrived in the Spanish-speaking area. Derek parked his car on the side of the road, and the Mexicans spoke Mexican Spanish. Derek translated: "They said how powerful the desert ants are, how did they kill the entire black gang and the tt gang..." He didn't know that Derek knew Spanish over the weekend.

"Take me to other places, where I can breathe a few fresh air." He is no longer willing to listen to these messy words on weekends, and he is not even very concerned about what kind of people these people will become in the future.

What can he do if he can’t change human nature even if he dies?

Derek drove back to his home on weekends. His home was no longer guarding those protesting neighbors. At this time, Derek said to him: "Zhou, this is a small place. People with ability and ambitions will go to San Antonio, Houston, New York, and Los Angeles, and those who are left behind will always be these people. Just like a society where the fittest survives the fittest, you have the ability, ok, go out. Incapable of being able? You can also live like a mouse."

"No one forces them, this is everyone's own choice."

Turning back to Derek over the weekend, he asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "You mean we have always been these scum?"

"No, we are guarding our home." Derek thought for a moment and said, "Don't let this group of scum destroy those who want to live a normal life. Although it may not be done well, we are doing it, and we must believe that there is one thing that will definitely be someone doing it well."

This sentence is too idealistic. Those who grow dragons and phoenixes without soil can work hard. On the contrary, local snakes are the people who can never leave the soil.

For example, the "community plan" I heard about after coming to the United States on weekends. Can the community plan really save these people?

Can some illegally earned houses in slums be sold at extremely low prices and reduce the investment costs of merchants to open cafes, restaurants, and supermarkets to hire those people to really transform the community?

No, they can only save those who originally wanted to live a normal life or have completely awakened, and it will not work for those who are addicted to it. The plan to renovate slums in many big cities is just to force these people who have no money and do not plan to live a good life to go to another place to find a slum.

"Why tell me this?"

I don't know much about how Derek suddenly said these things to him on the weekend. He had too many things to understand.

"Because I can't leave here anymore, I'm going to help Christina's mother get a pension and help Charlie sweep the grave. Maybe I'll kick that bastard Jimmy out of the police station on a whim. I'm very busy, but why don't you go out and have a look?"

Derek said earnestly: "It is unlikely that there will be any major change here. It won't take long for a young guy to emerge from the black area to be the king; the motorcyclists will rekindle; the Mexicans will fight these people again, and when things are big, we will send all of them to prison again. Montek saw that everything has changed, but we have not changed anything."

After listening to Derek's words on the weekend, he had an illusion that Montek seemed... maybe... maybe... this is his home, at least in Derek's eyes, otherwise he would not have sent him out like a younger generation. Derek's reincarnation in the town should have experienced it.

"When will I leave?"

"In a few days, however, I advise you not to worry. Now you don't know what department you go to. Of course, you don't need to be nervous. Every policeman who has been patrolling in Los Angeles for more than two years can adapt to any position."

"Or patrol?" asked a little unsatisfiedly on the weekend.

"Otherwise? How capable do you think I am? This is a trans-state transfer order. It is already very good for me to handle it. Can you come up with any reason to let the Los Angeles Police Department issue an inter-state transfer order to transfer a patrol officer?" Derek explained with a smile: "Even so, it's just a secondment. The reason is that you participated in the Mexican drug-product transportation line and helped you solve some cases in Los Angeles, and the adjustment period is one year."

"I didn't mean that, I just wanted..."
Chapter completed!