ferocious for the rest of my life

Chapter 127 City Village

There used to be such a depressing time, when I was resting on weekends, I would cook a fried tenderloin by myself for the rest of my life.

It's just that the tenderloin area in San Francisco has nothing to do with dishes or gourmet food. If it has to be linked, it would be a bit disgusting.

Salina's Beetle might not even be worth [-], but Kles still parked the Beetle in the paid parking lot of the city hall, and took Yu Sheng along the main road to the south entrance of the Tenderloin District. Are you really sure you want to go in and find someone?
"It's right here," Yu Sheng said, opening the map in his hand and pointing to a circled building. "The guy I'm looking for should stay here."

"Follow up, don't look at people..."

The green light is on.

Yu Sheng followed Kles across the road, even if he really entered the tenderloin area. After less than [-] meters, he turned a corner. The scene in front of him made Yu Sheng feel very suitable as "Resident Evil" or "The Walking Dead". The filming location of such films.

Traces of defecation can be seen everywhere, piles of garbage, needles and syringes discarded at random, all of which confirm the fact that even though this is the central area of ​​San Francisco, it has been forgotten for many years.

"If you come alone, you can drive as much as you can. Riding a bicycle is better than walking. You must remember to stay away from those who push the carts, and don't be curious about the addicts lying on the corners of the streets. Also, you need to Pay special attention to the children here, it is very dangerous..."

The further you went inside, the more instructions Kles gave. Although Yu Sheng couldn't see anything from his expressionless face, the tone and attitude of the other party all showed that this big man seemed a little nervous.

Yu Sheng raised his wrist to check the time. "It's three o'clock in the afternoon..."

"Do they care?"

Following the direction of Kles' fingers, Yu Sheng noticed the homeless people along the road.

Those with better conditions lived in tents.

For those with poorer conditions, there are carts and shelters.

Those with the worst conditions are really penniless.

Some fell asleep on the side of the road, some sat on a bench with staring eyes and empty eyes, and some had pinholes all over their arms and necks, and they were out of shape. It should be objective to describe them as lifeless And exactly...

"A guy I know used to live here. He came back here last year to find someone, but he was thrown on the street. He died before the ambulance arrived..."

"why?"

"I heard that a kid asked him for a cigarette, but he didn't give him a slap, but the kid found a Remington, pulled the trigger at close range, and boom..."

Kles' tone was the same as usual, but Yu Sheng felt a chill down his spine.

"Of course, what happened to that guy is relatively rare, so if you're not lucky, you're generally not willing to come here. It's too messy, and even gang members don't want to come in..."

After passing through a narrow back alley and entering a commercial street, Kless pointed to the intersection not far away and said. "It used to be the core area of ​​the Tenderloin District, and it is considered the oldest urban area in San Francisco. Now that area is full of apartment buildings for low-income people and cheap hotels for the homeless. Sanitation and business are almost all over, and some long-term idle buildings have been occupied by all kinds of homeless people. I heard that RV buyers prefer to stay in the park. Everything you can’t buy outside, and the most important thing is that there are public facilities for free, but outsiders usually leave before dark.”

Bathed in the sun, the apartment buildings that are bleak but unusually neat look like bloody mouths that are devoured by others. Yu Sheng feels a little uneasy, but he still walks in with Kles, and walks along the road covered by the shade of trees. The trails gradually deepened, and the tents hidden in the shade of the conjoined apartment buildings were clearly separated from the various old RVs in the parking lot, but the scope of the search was obviously narrowed.

thump, thump, thump...

Yu Sheng knocked open a small car that even the wheels were stained with rust.

After listening to the description, the old man with half of his face exposed in the crack of the door seemed a little puzzled. "A gray Toyota pickup? No? What are you carrying? A bully dog? Is there a dog with that name? I don't know, I don't know..."

"A bully is a bit like a French dog, with two colors on his body..."

The old man shook his head and opened the car door, pointing in a direction. "There are some newcomers over there. There should be a few with dogs. If they haven't left these days, they should be staying in the trailer park. There doesn't seem to be any gray ones, but there is a blue one..."

After thanking him, Yu Sheng stuffed a pack of cigarettes for the other party, walked through a gloomy alley in the direction pointed to the trailer park, and saw the blue Toyota that the old man mentioned.

The tires are flat, the car is covered in graffiti, not a single window is intact, and the inside of the car is even more messy. Even the rear seats have been removed. It doesn't look like people lived in it recently.

Moving forward, a gray Toyota pickup parked next to the parking space for the disabled caught Yu Sheng's attention. There was no one in the car, and there was no dog on the side. I was shocked when a big adult dog jumped out!
Kless picked up a steel bar at random, and the little girl lying on the roof of an RV stood up and screamed. "No! Don't hurt my dog! It's pregnant with a puppy..."

Yu Sheng raised his head, pointed at the blue Toyota pickup truck and said. "Then do you know where the owner of this car went with his bully dog?"

"I don't know! I, why should I tell you?"

Seeing that the little girl refused to answer Yu Sheng's question, Kles waved the steel bar. The whirring sound of piercing through the air and the stop of the barking made the little girl feel scared, biting her finger and pointing to the north hesitantly. explain. "Over there! The big hotel over there! Don't bully the dogs! Scoundrels! You are all scoundrels..."

Throwing a bag of candy in the past, the little girl stopped immediately, wanting to express her gratitude, but she seemed unable to say anything, Yu Sheng waved goodbye, followed Kles through the parking lot and crossed the overpass. The rubbish everywhere, the needles and needle tubes that can be seen everywhere make Yu Sheng's heart pick up...

There was a street stall on the side of the road outside the hotel. In the flower garden, three young men in floral shirts were blocking a bald white man holding a bully dog ​​of different colors in the corner.

"Either lose money, or hand over the dog!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my dog ​​has really been vaccinated, really has been vaccinated..."

"Proof! You need proof! Look at what your dog has done!"

The flowered shirt stretched out the bleeding hand to the bald white skin, but was pulled back by Kles.

The flowered shirt turned his head and was about to scold, but was taken aback by Kles's burly physique.

Seeing someone step forward, the white-haired man took out the banknotes from his pocket and begged. "I lose money, I'm willing to lose money, but I only have so much now, really only so much..."

Seeing that Yu Sheng confirmed that he had found the right person, Kles said coldly. "What happened?"

"His dog bit me! And he still can't produce a certificate! I asked him to pay me for the injection, or give the dog to me. Is there a problem?"

"No problem, very reasonable. How much do you want?"

"Ten thousand!"

Facing the raised index finger of the floral shirt, Kless shook his head. "Do you want to be thrown in jail for a few months?"

"What do you mean?"

Kles twisted the hand that was still in his hand and pressed it against the eyes of the flowered shirt. "Whether it was bitten by a dog or stabbed, you don't know?"

Yu Sheng took out his phone and shook it.

The floral shirt panicked.

Kles took a green note from the white-haired hand, stuffed it into the hand of the floral shirt, watched the other party flee in embarrassment coldly, and then pulled out the hand that had been in the pocket.

The rest of my life is puzzled.

Kles took out the holster he had kicked in his trouser pocket...

(End of this chapter)