America 1979

Chapter 13 Jennifer Connelly
After pulling the cord of the chain saw, the saw blade started to turn, and Bill strode in with the saw in hand.

"Hey hey hey, we don't tear down the walls here." A white trash who might have been overjoyed reminded the visitors while dancing.

Bill ignored him. People in this state can't use their brains well. He held the chainsaw with his left hand, and pulled a sofa near the door with one hand with his right hand, blocking the door.

The two white men in zombie state on the sofa just raised their heads and moved slightly, and then lay down after realizing that they were not policemen.

"Hold your head in your hands and squat in the corner for me."

After knocking Gawu's white trash to the ground with one punch, Bill roared.

It seems that the seven or eight white trash in the living room haven't realized what's going on, after all, the big leaves have paralyzed their nerves.So Bill showed them what to do when he didn't move. He cut off the wooden coffee table in the living room with a chainsaw.

This seemed to have some effect, the responsive person was extremely obedient, and squatted obediently with his head in his arms, and the rest followed suit with his companions.

Bill found the sober man who had just opened the door for him, and shouted, "Whose house is this?"

The constantly turning saw blade gave the man the impetus to speak, "It belongs to little Abby...don't kill me...little Abby's aunt died, so I gave this house to Abby."

This should be true. Judging from the distance from walking in, this street is considered a relatively high-end community. It is impossible for the aborigines on this street to become white garbage so quickly. Even if they change, they will be tried by the neighbors. way to drive away.

The fighting power of the American Community Owners Committee cannot be resisted by a few white trash. Once the Owners Committee makes a decision, basically all residents in the community will mobilize their own contacts to achieve the goal of driving people away.

So it could only be that some lucky white trash got this house halfway, but the neighbors didn't know what kind of virtue the newcomer was, so they didn't do anything.

"Who's that upstairs?" Bill asked again.

The person only replied, "It's Little Abby and his boyfriend."

Thieves, leaf suckers, gay guys, this group of people really set the example of white trash.

Then there is a transvestite who is lesbian or gay, and he can definitely make his debut and run for the general.

He kicked the man to the ground fiercely, and Bill went upstairs aggressively with the chainsaw.

"I can't breathe." Sean, who was kicked, lay flat, stroking his chest with his right hand.

The kick just now almost made him breathless, and Sean felt that he was just one breath away from his grandfather's grandfather.

After the thumping footsteps, there were a few clangs and bangs from upstairs, and then it fell silent.

Squatting among the white rubbish in the corner, two people who were previously slow turned their heads to look upstairs, and asked their companions in a low voice, "Should we run away?"

The other person nodded, hissed at Sean who was still moaning on the carpet, then arched his body and tiptoed towards the back door.

The person who spoke first walked up to Sean, and rummaged through Sean's pockets at a speed that even the most proficient thief looked at silently, but only found a few 25-cent steel coins.

Apparently, it was the change left over from buying a pizza.

"Where's the money?" he asked in a low voice.

Sean was feeling uncomfortable, pointing to the upstairs weakly, "It's all at Abby's boyfriend."

This person shook his head at his companion who had moved to the back door, and then walked on tiptoe to the back door.The companion slowly unscrewed the door lock, pushed the door open bit by bit, trying not to let the door make a sound, waited until both of them got out, slightly covered the door, then straightened up and ran wildly.

At the same time, Bill upstairs finally made the two men kneeling on the ground realize the price of disobedience. Abby's boyfriend, Rega, wore the panda eye makeup that the unkind visitor put on him with two punches, and opened the door. Mattress, and then gesture to the visitor with both hands to take it at will.

Bill kicked him down, then raised his head to look, and asked in surprise, "Why are there so many gold watches?"

In addition to dozens of banknotes of various denominations, there are also seven or eight gold watches of different styles.

"It's all fake...it can't be sold at all...f***, the smuggled ones are actually fakes." Rega replied weakly.

Bill turned around, slapped Rhaegar again, and shouted, "I think you know why I'm here, give me that real gold watch."

The gay guy kept begging for mercy, and then said that the real gold watch was among them.

"Go find it for me and wrap it up." Bill didn't want to touch something that had been hidden in his ass for years.

"OK...OK..." Rhaegar scrambled and crawled to the side of the bed, took off the pillowcase, and wrapped a gold watch.

"Do you also want the rest of these fake watches?" He asked tremblingly.

"Why do you still want to keep it?" According to the question just now, it was Lei Jia who planned and led the stealing operation.

Bill speculated that it might be that the bad-faced employer asked Rega to bring something through customs, and then this happened.

When he learned that this person was named Rhaegar earlier, Bill didn't like him. Why isn't his surname Targaryen?Really any weasel can be called the name of a real dragon.

Rega counted the banknotes one by one, folded them into a pile and said, "The total is 430 dollars and 75 cents."

Bill was about to say that you should keep the three steel coins, when he suddenly heard a rattling sound behind him.

He turned around sharply, and it turned out to be another little Abby who was beaten. After he gave this recipient two punches and kicks, he saw that he was having difficulty moving, so he ignored him. Unexpectedly, in just a minute or two, little Abby crawled Arrived at a low cabinet, ready to take out something.

Before he had time to think about it, Bill threw the chainsaw directly at little Abby's arm, kicked Rhaegar more than a meter away, and then stepped forward again, putting the chainsaw that cut little Abby's arm on the ground. Aside, then left and right and beat little Abby half to death.

Now little Abby is one "old" away from being gay.

Only then did he dare to check what was in the drawer of the low cabinet. Sure enough, it was a pistol, or the most difficult to get a revolver.

The smaller the guns in the United States, the easier it is to buy. Because they are easy to hide, it is much more difficult to buy pistols in regular channels than rifles.

Bill was also polite, and directly took the revolver and stuffed it into the belt behind his waist.

Looking back, Lei Jia, who was kicked back, had passed out, and little Abby was also dazed, her eyes were covered with blood, and it was difficult to stand up.

He went to the bed, took out ten twenty-dollar bills from the folded banknotes, divided them into two stacks and stuffed them into his shoes, and then used the remaining 230 seven dollars and the remaining fake gold watches to rega I wrapped my shirt, plus a pillowcase, and carried it away with the chainsaw.

After going downstairs, Bill didn't embarrass the white trash and left straight away.

The street was still as quiet as before. At this moment, Bill felt a little bit of fear. Just now, he went in recklessly because of the fresh excitement, without putting anything on his head, and he didn't even take the possibility of the opponent with a gun seriously. Considering countermeasures, fortunately this body is strong enough to cope with it.

I will never do such a reckless thing in the future, and I can live a better life only by being more sincere.

Went to the car, drove to rue Pierre, handed over the real gold watch and fake gold watch, and all the cash in the bad-faced employer's car.

"Here's all the cash I got from Rhaegar, their chief, and these gold watches."

Bill took the two hundred dollars as a tip with peace of mind.

The bad-faced employer only looked at the gold watch in the ass, and when he saw the family treasure returned, his expression improved a little, and he repeatedly exclaimed "My god!"

After the excitement, the employer directly gave the "Buffalo" the fifteen twenty-dollar bills he had prepared, and also gave the 200 dollars, a fraction of the more than 37 dollars Bill brought back.

"If you don't dislike it, I will give you all these fake watches, and I will never do this business again."

After finishing the accounts, the employer walked away, leaving Bill standing by the road holding his shirt.

"I earned $230 by labor myself, took $[-] in tips, and got the small gift of seven fake gold watches."

Under the cold and scarce moonlight, Bill counted the harvest tonight and thought it was okay.

As for the gun, he picked it up, and if he didn't pick it up when he went out, he would throw it away, so it wasn't included in the harvest.

He shook his head to stop his thoughts, then got into the five-door car, started the car, and drove home.

The first half of the road was quiet, but when we drove to the door of a residential house, Bill saw an impromptu robbery.

Two white garbage are blocking two women, one big and one small, who are suspected to be mother and son.

Originally, he didn't want to care about it. Most robberies in New York were for drug money, and everyone was happy to hand over a twenty-dollar bill, but after catching a glimpse of a familiar face, he decided to stop and care.

Because that little girl is Jennifer Connelly.

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