death of hope

Chapter 316 "Corporate Warrior" (232) Chaos City

In all fairness, the traffic planning in York City is not bad, but unfortunately the people living there are always making troubles, and traffic jams become a daily occurrence.

Driving from downtown to the gray area, listening to sirens and gunfire,

On the sidewalk, office workers in a hurry are toiling to survive in this steel jungle,
They are workers who don't wear hard hats. The heavy mental work makes them lose their hair in advance. They avoid those beggars who don't know the truth. They all have gloomy faces and worry about next month's rent and gas bills.

The car drove past Fifth Avenue, where there were a lot of street performers, a vagabond singer wearing a sombrero, holding a broken guitar, singing a vicissitudes of folk songs.

"

Oh, little swallow, why are you in such a hurry?

Why not stay here... until the snow in the valley melts...

"

There was a coin lying in the battered bowl in front of the singer, and no one but a little boy with a runny nose would stop to listen to him sing.

"Little Swallow, please stay in this broken house,

A cup of hot tea, a good book, a fire in the fireplace,

Regardless of the noisy world,
slow down yo...

"

"It sounds good." Lynch stepped on the brake lightly, reducing the speed of the car.

"I like it too. Come with me some other day and listen to him finish singing, okay?"

"must."

"Thank you... Oops, this shit is too tight..." In the passenger seat, Sigurdriefa was bending over, struggling to put on the boots,
As she said, the boots were too tight, and the chrome-plated metal zipper couldn't fit them. She was not the kind of weak woman with thin arms and thin legs, and it was difficult for her strong calf muscles to fit into the boot shaft.

"Would you like me to help you, fierce girl?"

"Fuck you, fat man! I took advantage of you and measured your body size, why did you still bring such tight boots!"

"Tighten it up, it will show your figure."

"And...the damn fishnet stockings, the rubber skirt is too short! The leather mask, and the snake-shaped metal rings on the arms,
Purple lipstick and black nail polish...what the hell is this outfit!Didn't you agree to play a bunny girl? "

"Look, I'm in a hurry again. The rabbit ears are in the trunk. Since you are applying for a job, of course you have to dress up according to the boss's preferences. Do you think this is the reason?" Downey said with a smirk.

"That guy... must be a pervert!"

"Hey, you've hit the point here, the owner of the nightclub, seeing too many handsome men and women will inevitably get tired of looking at them, and eating too much salt will make his tongue dull.

As far as I know, Mr. Anthony Hawke has very strong tastes, even perverted. There are rumors that he is a masochist and likes to be treated hard. You have a wild tall woman like you, maybe Just right for him. "

"You'd better not lie! Otherwise, when I come out, I will definitely miss you! Fatty!"

"Look, kindness is not rewarded, isn't it? It's all about getting things done."

Lynch patted the car display: "Tell me how to get there, the damn navigation has no signal again."

"Turn left, keep going."

It was finally smooth for a while, and it started to get blocked again. Something happened ahead. A drug addict jumped from the top of the [-]-meter-high lighthouse. Vehicles can only circumvent carefully from the side.

Ferguson stuck out his head and cursed: "It's so annoying! There's never a good time to die!"

"Ferguson! You are too much! Do you understand the dead!"

"Beauty, you're a foreigner. I don't understand. In York City, jumping off a building is nothing new. Every time the stock market falls, a few trapeze people will come. There are also many students who fail the rankings and terminally ill patients who have no money to treat. , these two are worthy of pity,
However, this guy is a poisonous bug full of needles, a poisonous bug who swindled and killed his parents and relatives in order to take drugs. This kind of guy is not worthy of sympathy, and the driver only hates him for blocking the road. "

"Although you said that..." Sigurdriefa looked back at the plastic sheet that wrapped the corpse:

"Death is dead, there is no need to scold others."

"Hey, woman." Ferguson waved his hand: "You have a soft heart."

"That's what you've never seen her look like on the battlefield." Lynch said, "How to get there?"

"Turn left."

Ferguson scolded: "Turn left...turn left...turn left, isn't this a circle, it's back!"

"I'm sorry! It wasn't intentional, I remembered wrongly!"

"Fatty! Why don't you look at other people's thighs, and look at the road!"

"Hmph... pretend to be X, you didn't miss it, go straight at the traffic lights, and get on the overpass, this time it's right."

There are endless strikes, endless road closures and traffic jams, and the only way to pass the time is by chatting.

For a long time, Fat Downey had an unrealistic dream of becoming an actor and entering Hollywood.
When the car drove off the viaduct, Downey revisited this ideal,

"I'm the next Marlon Brando, and I'm the protagonist of the sequel to The Godfather."

He said that he had read the book "Actor's Self-cultivation" seriously, and the bartender Ferguson sitting next to him immediately exposed his friend's lies.

"Fatty stole a book from the library, and fell asleep after a few pages. If he used that book to pack instant noodles in a barrel, whichever director chose him as an actor, he would really be blind."

"Haha!" Sigurdlifa, who was sitting in the co-pilot, managed to put on his boots and was busy smoothing out the fishnet stockings. He was amused by the two bar boys in the back row:

"It doesn't matter if you don't watch it, acting is not just based on theory, talent and feeling are also very important."

"Thanks, fierce girl, talk to me."

"I'm just talking about the facts. Although you are annoying, you still have some potential as a comedian."

The fat man danced happily, and said to Ferguson in a strange way:
"Tsk tsk, look at him! He's an old intellectual with just one mouth! Unlike a bachelor Loser, who can't find a partner at a young age, and doesn't have a serious job. He works in a bar and dawdles!"

"Come on, make it sound like you're not working for the old man, stinky nerd."

"I will fly out of the slum sooner or later,
Drive slowly, don't honk the horn, I see several gangsters, we're almost here. "

Downey was flattered by the beauty's praise, and immediately wanted to show off his acting skills. Before he set off, he used a limited budget to dress himself up as a second-generation rich man.

Spraying pungent cheap cologne, wearing three yuan a pair of fake designer sunglasses, wearing a coquettish floral shirt, with his elbows hanging out of the window, with a bad cigar in his mouth, seeing the station in hot pants The street maid whistled;
"Hello! Sweetheart! There is a gothic maid in my big mansion, come apply for it,"

"Fuck you, NM! Return the villa, I saw you in the slums!"

The little hot girl with gothic makeup instantly saw through Downey's poor acting skills:

"What kind of broken car are you driving! Poor X! Get lost! Don't delay my mother's business!"

Downey raised his middle finger and cursed; "FK U bitch!"

"If you have the guts, don't go! Fatty!"

"Those street girls have guns in their bags!" Lynch turned to stare at the fat man, "Don't cause trouble!"

"Do as the Romans do, this is a no-care zone. Look, we've arrived."

"Is that the entrance to the nightclub?"

"You guessed it right, those big guys in suits are the security guards of the nightclub, drive slowly, don't look at anyone, and park the car a little further away later."

(End of this chapter)