death of hope

Chapter 352 "Corporate Warrior" (267)

The next day,

A group of stylishly dressed men and women drove a Chevrolet stretched convertible sports car, dragging cans at the rear of the car, driving in the Brooklyn neighborhood,

Rap songs with vulgar lyrics are played from high-powered speakers, and the pedestrians around are gangsters and drug addicts, swinging and humming to the rhythm of the songs.

Sitting in the co-pilot seat is the famous rapper BD. Wearing a big gold chain, he opened his mouth and bared his big gold teeth, smiling heartlessly. He didn't care at all that he was being held hostage. to a certain extent.

"You know about the massacre of the Sarajevo commune?" asked the blond woman holding the steering wheel.

"Back then, Gewale and the others expanded too quickly, and the actions of the organization angered the big shots, so a well-planned purge began.

Not only Sarajevo, but the entire human federation from the home planet of Terra to the fringe colonies is a bloodbath. The bodies of commune members, left-wing media, and left-wing scholars were found in bathtubs, in the streets, and in the trunk of cars.

This is an ideological struggle, much more ruthless than a gang fight. Fortunately, I was smart enough to quit early, otherwise I would have died a long time ago. "

"Singer, what did you do in the organization back then?"

"Do what I do best, write songs, sing, and do publicity."

"It can't be a fool's day."

"I don't look down on anyone! Back then, I was considered a capable leader in the organization. After listening to my song, Senegalese farmers and workers went on strike. In order to avoid losses, the company boss had to give them a salary increase and insurance.

Just like Qi Guwale said at the meeting that year, the factory owner did not give the workers a raise because of conscience, but because we have been here. "

"You mean the United Farms Strike? You wrote 'Uncle Black Bending Down to Pick Cotton'?"

"Hmm, can't you imagine that the person who wrote that kind of left-wing song is now writing "Drugs and High Bitch" and "Robbery Zero Dollar Buying, What Can You Do to Me?"

"Such a good talent...you're so blind, you really want to degenerate!" the blonde scolded.

"Don't look down on foul-mouthed rap, blond girl, the market potential for that thing is huge. Look at this big gold chain? The record company settles the copyright fee for me every week. People in the new era just like to degenerate, since they can't change this shit It’s better to anesthetize yourself with stimulants and alcohol.”

"You guys are full of fallacies."

"I at least dare to tell the truth, unlike some people who are prudish."

Marcus Lynch in the back seat listened quietly to the conversation,

Until now, he still has not fully understood the specific goals of the commune, and only has some vague concepts, but he has already determined that it is a group of great people who are doing a great thing.
(The death of the father must be related to the "big purge" mentioned by the rapper. During this period, many people in the organization were killed. If you follow his line, you may be able to gain something.)
Across the bridge from Brooklyn's black district is Heywood, a white community where Onsa people gather. The styles of the two sides are in sharp contrast.
On this side of the Brooklyn block, there is a disgusting smelly ditch. You can feel that the legs of the flies are wet.

The new black immigrants bought fried chicken and sandwiches at the stalls, listened to rap songs, and didn't care about the open-air garbage pile next to them. The forklift came chug and shoveled the garbage away, splashing a burst of dust.

On the other side of the bridge, behind the glass wall of the white community is full of lawns and flowers, elegant ancient Greek-style buildings, neat asphalt roads, luxury cars, and even street performers wearing famous brand suits.

As the car drove across the bridge, Lynch noticed that the rapper BD stuck out his tongue in disgust. He didn't seem to like visiting the white neighborhood of Heywood very much.

"You know, the governor of this colony is the Onsa people. They (white people) can completely separate the black area and ignore us animals (animals). However, they didn't do that. Maybe it's for the sense of superiority. I guess."

"The federal government has a policy against discrimination."

"Ha! Innocent blond chick, you white ghosts used it to deceive people."

"Ke Gewale is also white, so he doesn't discriminate against you."

"That's an exception. Guwale said that all racial conflicts are not worth mentioning in front of class conflicts. He never discriminates against black members in the organization. Damn, I really miss him a little bit."

"Yet you still chose to betray him."

"Oh shit! You're fucking endless! How many times have I said this! I'm a deserter! I'm not a traitor! I'm a street gangster, but I have a limit!"

Lynch could see that the rapper was very sensitive to the word "traitor", which showed that this person still had feelings for his father's organization. Even though this guy was full of foul words and his quality was extremely low, he still had a good impression of him.

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble, where are you going now?"

"Pass through the Heywood community, take the overpass, and get off the second side road, and you will arrive at the San Martin neighborhood, which is a Mexican immigrant gathering area. Be careful, the gangs there are more ruthless than those in Brooklyn."

The atmosphere of St. Martin's neighborhood is almost the same as that of Brooklyn neighborhood. They are all dirty and messy, and the law and order are chaotic. The only difference is that the blacks are replaced by Latins.

BD called his friend, but no one answered, so he could only look for it on the street. Suddenly, he heard a commotion at the entrance of the tavern on the street. It turned out that there were people fighting, four or five people fighting one at a time.

"What are they chattering about?" asked Lodayev.

Sigurdlifa could understand Spanish, "The man owed a drink and was thrown out by the bar owner."

"That's him... my buddy Julio... the comrade who used to be in the organization..." The rapper recognizes the man who was beaten.

"you sure?"

"That Jiumengzi owes me 500 yuan. After half a year, I can recognize him even when he turns gray."

"Just now he said he was a good buddy."

"Brother, settle accounts clearly, do you understand?"

"Don't move, BD and I will go over there."

After parking the car, Lynch went over to persuade the man to pay for the drink. When the bar owner saw Lynch's face, he thought it was the boss of some white gang, and immediately nodded and bowed.

With great difficulty, BD managed not to ask his buddies for money, pretending to put his hands on his hips and said:
"Brother Julio, I'll introduce you to a beer buddy. I just met him. He's a ruthless guy."

The brown-skinned, bum-like, unshaven guy thanked Lynch and babbled in Spanish.

"He said, God bless you, big man, you're a good man," Sigdrifa translated. "He said he wasn't Mexican, he was Ecuadorian."

"It's almost the same anyway, let's go, long time no see, let's go have a drink," said rapper BD, "I'm a new boss, I have something to ask you."

(End of this chapter)