death of hope

Chapter 359 "Corporate Warrior" (274) The Hooded Guest

Human Federation of Terra, Cygnus Delta Colony, Brooklyn Block, Shop 104,
Congo Brazzaville Disco nightclub.

Rapper BD performed on stage the title track from his new album, "West Coast Gangster Rap",
The cheering fans rushed up at the end of the song, surrounded BD and asked for autographs,

The BD autograph was sore, and he finally squeezed out of the crowd, with lipstick marks all over his face and neck. If it was a normal weekend, he would take drugs and get high, and then drive to the rich area to find a big white girl The child vents the fire, but not today.

Someone asked him to do an important matter, and he couldn't delay it.

In the far right corner of the bar, wearing jeans and a hood, the gloomy customers were staring blankly at half a glass of ice-cold vodka, like the kind of gamblers who lost their fortune at the poker table.

The rapper walks up to the guy, sits down, lights a joint, and the hooded guy gives him a look and doesn't say a word.

"Hello, old Tom, have a rainbow cocktail, with ice."

"Wow, the big star is here." The bartender and BD high-fived, and went to work.

"There are plenty of vacancies at the bar, why do you have to sit next to me?" The customer took off his hood, revealing a bearded face, a young white man, very thin, with deep and sad eyes.

"Grandfather is willing."

"Hmph, I'm sick..." The guest turned around in disgust, with his back to BD.

"It's weird, white boy, why do you come to drink in our black neighborhood?"

The guest was so annoyed that he turned back to face him, "I've provoked you, did you open this place? Rapper."

"Hehe, the white boy actually knows what I do."

"Your rubbish rap songs, lyrics full of swear words, are played on a loop on the speakers in the streets and alleys. I don't want to listen to these broken songs, but I can't help it."

"Are you scolding the number one song on the list for being ugly? Something wrong with your ears or something wrong with your taste."

"What I'm scolding is not the melody, but the lyrics. It's you social trash who sing dirty raps, teach children badly, and send them into juvenile detention centers. If you want me to say, you should all be banned and sentenced to ten or eight years. of."

"You are very brave, white boy. You challenged a famous person in the black neighborhood. You should know what kind of gang I am in."

"The Cripple Gang... What's there to drag, smashing, looting and burning all day...Drinking, taking drugs, not doing business, they are all social dregs... Stay away from me."

If it was usual, the rapper BD would have been furious long ago, looking for a few buddies to beat up this ignorant white ghost, but today, he didn't do that, instead he was full of smiles:
"Screw! What do you think you are, huh? White boy, you think you're noble, a hypocrite."

"Just be nobler than you."

The bartender serves the drink, BD gives a tip, and takes a sip:
"Let me guess, the white boy must have encountered something bad, so he left his chassis and came to the black neighborhood to change his mood."

"Guess what, don't bother me."

Still not angry, the rapper put down his glass and said softly:
"Officer Cody Douglas."

"What... what?!" The man stood up abruptly: "You...how did you know me..."

"What's the matter, wasn't it just now, the white boy, his identity was leaked, he was afraid of being retaliated by the lame gang, so he was persuaded?"

BD raised Erlang's legs triumphantly, admiring the surprised expression of the other party.

"You...what is your purpose?"

"It's okay, I want to chat with you."

"You... you want to get... bribe a federal police officer!? Pull me into the water, let me be the eyeliner of the lame gang? Fuck you, go dreaming!"

BD admired the white boy in front of him from the bottom of his heart: "In these days, there are not many people who don't charge money. There are not many people who are as stupid as you are."

The man turned around to leave, but BD grabbed his arm: "Wait, white boy, I haven't finished drinking yet."

"I warn you...you are assaulting the police!"

"Are you so sick that pulling your arm counts as assaulting the police?"

"Let go! Or I'll shoot!"

"Relax, white boy, I'm not threatening you or bribing you, I'm looking for you for serious business."

"The black tortoise of the lame gang, can Brother Ni still have a serious business?"

"You're racism. This is a black nightclub. How hurtful you are, Sir."

"I said something I shouldn't have said... sorry." Seeing BD let go of his arm, the man also relaxed, and the right hand holding the handle of the pistol stretched out from his clothes:
"Fart fart, Mr. African-American immigrant, this word is safe enough."

"Hahaha, it's too safe, sit down and have a drink, it won't delay you too much time, white boy."

"If you want to find someone to get someone out of the detention center, but you find the wrong person. I am a novice, a rookie police officer, without any real power. I finally made some achievements, and I was demoted by Mingsheng."

"Who said you were going to hunt people, white boy, your prejudice against us blacks is really deep-rooted, don't blacks have to have a buddy who is in a detention center.

Moreover, I know that you are a rookie with no power. You are now the chief assistant in the director's office. It sounds good, but in fact, you are just a little brother who organizes files and sweeps the floor and toilets. "

"You...you...how...know this..."

"Just because you don't take money and you don't sell information doesn't mean your colleagues don't."

The man hammered down the bar and cursed: "You bastard! These insects...they don't deserve to wear police badges..."

"You should understand that the reason why you were promoted secretly is that in a corrupt organization where everyone is just dawdling in bribes, being a righteous and awe-inspiring note who wants to do practical things must be rejected and isolated."

"Although what you said is the truth, it's not your turn to pity me."

"I have a friend who appreciates your integrity and wants to ask you for help."

"I am leaving."

The man in the hood drank his last sip of spirits, wiped his mouth and was about to leave when suddenly he felt a pair of warm hands resting on his shoulders. It felt like an elf being pinched by a giant.

"Who……?!"

"The person who asked for your help."

Customers are surprised to find that the bar stool next to them is empty, and rapper BD goes to the nightclub waitress to flirt,

Instead, a big, broad-shouldered man moved next to him, and with the help of the colored lights on top of the bar, his scarred, terrifying face could be seen.

"You...you are?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Marcus Lynch's voice was like a roaring subwoofer, looking at him politely:
"The important thing is that I am looking for you for a just cause."

(End of this chapter)