America 1979

Chapter 11 Four People

Bill found an open place that was convenient for running, and got out after reversing the five-door car.

What arrived earlier was a red Mazda sedan and a pickup truck. Bill didn't know the brand of the pickup truck, so it might be a niche brand in the United States.

The three people standing on the construction site are quite interesting. One is a typical American poor man with a big fat man, with a circle of fat around his waist, which looks like a spinning top with a small head and feet and a big waist.

But he doesn't dress like a poor man, a light yellow printed shirt with a pair of contrasting gray jeans, and a pair of unidentifiable white canvas shoes on his feet.

Regardless of his body shape, this fat man was dressed like a college student.

This kind of outfit should be called preppy style. Preppy means preppy students. This style is usually the daily outfit of the wealthy elites who are going to Ivy League schools. It became popular in the 70s and has been popular for several years. ten years.

The superimposed status of the big fat man being poor and rich made Bill a little puzzled, but the second person was much more normal, a middle-aged strong man with a leather jacket on the upper body, breeches on the lower body, and well-developed cheekbones. On the motorcycle, it is simply a replica of "Governor" Schwarzenegger.

The third one is also very weird, a thin old man with age spots all over his exposed skin, wearing black clothes and black pants, with his hands folded in front of his body, he doesn't look at anyone else, just closes his eyes and rests his mind.

Among these three people, if they were purely fighting, Bill was confident that he could kill the fat man and the elderly. After all, Bill's size advantage lies here, with strong fighting ability and high fault tolerance rate.But it's hard to say for a middle-aged strong man, and Bill didn't take much advantage of his size.

But with unlimited weapons, Bill felt that he might not be able to kill him alone.

That big fat man was undoubtedly a master of shooting guns. Bill saw swellings in his lower back and ankles. The old man was so calm, he probably had something to do with his hands.

Not to mention a burly guy in a leather jacket, Bill could see the pistol grip on his belt.

In the gun battle uniform in the United States, it is still a big loss without a gun.

In the future, if I have time, I have to ask Anthony to help me get a gun, a small revolver will do, at least not to be passive when something happens.

When Bill thought so, the employer drove up.

A Toyota sedan favored by the American middle class plowed a very circular arc on the ground of the construction site, and then a white male with a sad face got out of the car.

"OK!" The employer rubbed his hands first, and then asked counterclockwise, "Gentlemen, I have called many people for help, so I don't know who introduced you, so please tell me who is kind enough Someone informed you of the news and the skills you are good at, so that I can make a decision."

Introducers and letters of recommendation have penetrated into every aspect of the United States, and even a job for a gangster depends on the introducer.

Bill shook his head again and again, calling the American pills.

The big fat man came first, and he spoke very quickly about his introducer, and then roughly talked about the many fights and arrests he had participated in before, as if posting a resume.

Bill pricked up his ears and listened carefully. It turned out that the big fat man was doing a similar job as a private detective and a bounty hunter.

Private detectives are easy to understand. Bounty hunters are a special profession in some states in the United States. They have some functions of the police. They can arrest people and hand them over to the police or local police for bounties. Only three southern states completely prohibit bounties. The presence of hunters.

The brawny guy in the leather jacket was pretty much the same. He told his introducer that he was good at marksmanship and good at fighting. He didn't say much about the rest, presumably out of consideration for protecting the privacy of his previous employer.

The old man was different. He said that the people in this profession called him "Black Mike", and he used to be a policeman in Massachusetts.

Massachusetts is the core of the New England region of the United States, also known as Massachusetts, and its capital is the large city of Boston.

It is worth mentioning that Massachusetts and Virginia were the two main forces for the independence of the United States at the time, and they were also considered old revolutionary bases. Washington was the spokesperson of the Virginia giants. The representative of Massachusetts became the speaker of the rebellion, and his command ability was average. The Falling Cherry Ax was forcibly lifted to the position of commander-in-chief in order to maintain the balance between the two forces.

Then, during the battle, Sakura God Ax placed the battlefield in New England and New York State, especially Brooklyn, so that his hometown of Virginia was basically not affected by the war.

In addition, Virginia made a lot of money in the domestic slave trade in the United States. During the Civil War, New York and other eight states once again stood against the Virginians who advocated slavery.Therefore, the three states of New York and the six states of New England have a stronger sense of identity than other regions.

There is a feeling of "as long as you scold Virginians, we are good friends".

It was Bill's turn. "Walshre called me. I'm Italian. You can call me Buffalo."

The bartender never said his name, nor did Eddie Serrano, the man who ordered Bill to drink, so Bill used the surname in the name of the saloon.

He thought about it, and described himself like this: "As you can see, I am extremely good at fighting, and I often kill a gang member with one punch."

With a physique of nearly two hundred pounds, Bill's words were particularly convincing.

Before the employer with a sad face could speak, Black Mike asked first, "Which Walsh?"

Compared with the previous state of ignoring foreign objects, this person's anxious questioning seemed a little abnormal. Bill didn't know what to do, but on the surface it was the same as before.

"Jack Walsh, of course, in his café."

Hearing this name, Black Mike directly spread his hands, palms facing Bill, "I won't have any interaction with his people, I quit."

He repeated the actions and words to the employer again.

The bad-faced employer nodded. Just now, he had decided to kick out the big fat man who was not reliable.

"Emm, each of you take twenty knives before leaving, it's considered a lost wage."

The employer took out a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the fat man closest to him.

The stylish fat man took it, glared at his employer angrily, then threw the banknote on the ground, turned around and got into the pickup truck of unknown brand, and drove away.

The employer picked up the $[-] that had been thrown on the floor, put it in his wallet, and took out another.

Black Mike turned to leave, but was stopped by his employer. After hesitating for a breath, he turned around and took the banknote before leaving.

He walked away, and Bill guessed his car should be parked a block or two away to keep his information from being leaked.

"OK, you two, let's deal with those sour bitches right now!"

The boss with a bad face rubbed his hands, looking like he wanted to let out a sigh of relief.

Bill suddenly said: "Since those gangsters don't have guns, and this friend is a gun player, why don't I do this job alone, and you will have less scruples."

He said that for a reason.

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