My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 2 The world is suffering! (already edited)
Talked a lot with Paul.

After I came out of the "Levy Lang Gun Store", it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon.

"damn it!"

He hurried back to the company.

"Ulysses Abbott" insurance.

A third-rate insurance company that I have never heard of, as soon as I entered the office, before the sweat on my face was dried, I heard the roar of the female supervisor, "Idiot, this month's performance is the lowest again, you have everything in your head. Is it Chinatown shit?"

Gao Jun shivered all over and turned to leave, but the fat pig's sharp eyes stared at him at the door, "Gao!"

"Ms. Martha..." Gao Jun forced a smile.

The female supervisor walked over with her hands on her hips, and the floor was shaking. The unlucky bastards who had been carried out by her alone breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him like a baby.

Sure enough, the fat pig came to ask a question.

"How many clients did you find today?"

"How many flyers have you distributed?"

"How many potential customers are there?"

Gao Jun bite the bullet, "Ms. Martha, I was robbed by someone just now..."

"Robbery! My God." She pretended to be exclaimed, and then turned her face darkly, "Are all your customers robbed? Idiot, this is not an excuse, you go and see your performance, Just like you Chinese, it sucks, you are covered in filth, and you only know how to run around stupidly."

Gao Jun lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

This is what the Chinese think in their bones. If you scolded you a few words, can you still lose a piece of meat?Don't scold me when you're tired.

"Fake, you Asians don't use your brains at all, like dogs!"

The fat pig was tired of scolding, panting, and glared at Gao Jun, "If you don't bill tomorrow, you'll get out of here."

After she finished speaking, she walked back to the office full of aura. No one dared to look at her, and Martha snorted arrogantly.

Commander Gao, who returned to his seat, sighed.

Colleagues looked at him with pity. As the only Chinese in the company, he was destined to be bullied.

But in general, Gao Jun doesn't care.

Because it's hard to get a stable job.

About half an hour passed.

Before leaving get off work, Masha, who was carrying a bag, scolded Gao Jun a lot at the door, and words like trash popped out.

Depressed, he carried his briefcase downstairs.

Under the setting sun, the sunset glow illuminates the whole body, and the elongated shadow really looks like a decadent dog.

Just as he was about to get home, a deafening shout made him look up, coming from a bar next to him.

Gao Jun hesitated for a while, and walked in by a ghost.

A wildness of heavy metal accompanied by the cluttered smell rushed to his face, and as a good boy, he was a little at a loss.

"Hey man, what do you want?" the white bartender in a shirt and tie asked with a smile.

"Give me a drink..." Gao Jun raised his head and looked at the menu on the wall, but a wave of black people who had been drinking too much happened to pass by, "George, give him a glass of juice."

"Hahahaha..." Several other people also laughed.

The bartender frowned and tapped his fingers, "Don't make trouble here, Bob."

The black man who took the lead was tall, but he seemed to be afraid of George, and patted Gao Jun on the shoulder, "Can you invite us for a drink?"

The bartender frowned.

Gao Jun didn't like the body odor of black people. Most importantly, he knew this black person.

"Headhunter" Bob Chris!
A black man from Namibia likes to bully Asians the most. Gao Jun witnessed it with his own eyes. He used a stack of knives to stab a Chinese into serious injuries. Why?
For $20!

So I wish he could hurry, nod, and force a smile, "Of course, man."

Black Bob was very satisfied with his knowledge, and patted Gao Jun's face, and led his younger brother to dance.

"Bring me a beer."

"Okay, wait a minute." George nodded and went to prepare.

Gao Jun is like a quail, looking left and right, he looks out of tune with the people next to him. Think about it, when he was born, he had not yet reformed and opened up. Even if he went abroad for a few years, his honesty in his bones has not been "changed". .

"Your beer."

"Thank you."

After Gao Jun took a sip, he frowned, a little dull, but he couldn't help drinking two more sips. This wine is a good tool for venting. Drinking it feels like it can numb himself and forget all the unhappiness today.

"Refill."

"One more cup..."

After drinking nearly four cups in a row, coupled with the dynamic music playing, his consciousness became a little muddled. His drinking capacity was not enough, and it was not his level to sell insurance to accompany him to drink.

After a few cups, I felt a little vain.

"how much is it?"

"Sixty dollars in total." George pointed to Bob in the distance, "plus their whiskey."

Gao Jun was startled and opened his mouth, but he still lowered his head and handed over the money. He didn't pay attention, and a few dollars fell out of his hand.

Franklin's stinky face had big nostrils under the bar lights.

He bent over to pick it up and paid for it, but he didn't see Bob and the others in the distance, whispering to each other and following him out of the bar.

Bar George saw this scene and did not remind.

Outside, it is not one-third of his own land.

Walking on the road, a gust of wind blew, and Gao Jun's hair stood up. The stench on the side of the road made him a little nauseated. He trotted to the side of the alley and vomited against the wall.

"Hey man, need help?" teased.

A few shadowy figures.

Gao Jun raised his head and saw that Bob was holding his hands with two horses and looked at him maliciously, which made him panic, and waved his hands hastily, "Thank you, no need."

Saying that, I want to leave.

But Ma Zai stood in front.

"We've been a little tight lately, how about lending us a little money?" Bob said with a grin.

"I...I didn't."

"You're very uncooperative, Aaron, go up and have a look."

The horse next to him nodded and walked over. Gao Jun stepped back like a shrewd man. He was grabbed by the collar, and the bag in his hand was snatched away.

"This is my work profile."

Gao Jun wanted to grab it back, but was slapped in the face by Allen and fell directly to the ground, groaning in pain.

Bob digs the briefcase hard, and throws it out. A photo just fell in front of Gao Jun. It was a family portrait. Gao Jun with a flat head was surrounded by his parents, his simple and innocent face was full of expressions. yearning for the future.

There is a message below.

"I hope you have a safe journey - my father is a mountain high."

"Damn it! Where's the money?" Bob flipped over a few coins from his briefcase and threw them on the ground angrily, like a gorilla angry, rushed over and grabbed Gao Jun's collar.

this foot...

Just stepped on the photo.

"Where's the money! Give me the money!" Bob shook it vigorously, and finally got even more angry and stuck his neck. With the other hand, he touched it himself.

The hand of Gao Jun, who was pressed on the ground, inadvertently touched Glock in his right pocket. As soon as his fingers touched, a lot of emotions suddenly appeared in his mind.

Resist!

Draw your gun!

kill him!
The so-called sharp blade in hand, killing all over the place, coupled with the effect of alcohol, this hand tightly grasped the pistol in an instant, pulled it out suddenly, held the opponent's left eye, gritted his teeth, "Why! Why are you bullying me? Why? Force me!"

Bob was shocked, and his pupils widened.

There is a gun!

Click.

The sound exploded in Bob's ear, causing him to exclaim, "Don't!"

Bang!
The bullet passed through Bob's shoulder blade and pierced it directly. At such a close distance, the opponent fell to the ground and screamed in pain, and the other two horses were so psyched that they were about to run away.

But Gao Jun, who shot, is like an addicted gambler.

Red eye!
He fired three shots at the two of them in a row, and he didn't know whether it was because of his talent or his superior ability. Except for one shot that missed the target, the other two shots were all hit.

really…

With guns, nomads have become able to sing and dance.

Gao Jun stood up, gritted his teeth, and pointed the gun at Bob. As long as the trigger was pulled, the opponent would die!

But the brain's only sanity told him.

Can't kill now...

When someone dies, the police department behaves differently.

If you hurt someone, you don't have a camera, and you're a black person, even in this chaotic neighborhood, the limelight will pass in two days, but if you kill someone, it's different.

However, they will definitely retaliate.

Gao Jun saw a fire axe in the trash can not far away, walked over, picked it up, and slowly approached Bob.

"Don't… I was wrong, sorry, sorry."

Gao Jun grimaced, half of his face was swollen, he raised the back of the axe high, and swung it down with force, "Crack!"

Knees twisted pervertedly.

Bob screamed bitterly, but Gao Jun smashed his other leg like clockwork.

It's a waste, you won't find yourself in trouble.

He took the axe, looked at Alan, and said softly, "Face, it hurts."

Have you ever seen a smashed palm?
The whole thing is rotten, and the bones can be seen to be broken into pieces.

"Why, why are you hitting me!"

When Gao Jun vented, he also questioned.

However, Allen had already died of pain.

After concocting the last black man, Gao Jun hurriedly picked up the fire axe and ran away in a panic.

He ran home in one breath, locked the door, and then he had the strength to lean against the door, gasping for breath, his whole body limp.

Take out the Glock, if it weren't for it today, he would at least have to peel off a layer of skin. He felt that he seemed to fall in love with this little guy.

Moreover, black people have alternative hobbies.

After the adrenaline went down, Gao Jun felt sore all over, walked into the bathroom, turned on the Yuba, and poured it all over again.

The dirt on the body flows down the pipe.

Hands on the wall.

There was a slow burst of laughter.

Gradually…

The laughter grew louder and heavier, "Hahahahaha!" He raised his head, and the water washed his cheeks.

He figured it out.

Lose humanity, lose a lot, lose beast, lose everything!
This society, fuck it, eats people.

Why am I being bullied?Why are others bullying me?Am I doing something wrong?am i damn it?
wrong!

What's wrong is the world, what's wrong is the weak.

"Fuck stability, life and death, wealth is in the sky!!"

Gao Jun roared with force and depression.

his shadow.

It seems to be starting to grow.

……

(End of this chapter)