The villain also has spring

I have a bad cold, so I spent more time in order to write this chapter well.

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Old Huck was the owner, or captain, of the Pug at Sea.

Before I got this job delivering instant noodles, I was a frequent visitor to The New Fulton Fish Market.

The New Fulton Seafood Market is located in the South Bronx.It is the largest seafood market in the United States and the second largest seafood market in the world, second only to Tokyo.There are refrigerated warehouses the size of six football fields. Thousands of people and fresh goods with a total weight of 2 million pounds come and go every day. The trade is quite busy.

Among the fishermen and fishmongers coming and going, old Huck of Irish descent was unremarkable.And the Irish Harpoon Gang, which had dominated the market for decades, was also replaced by the new force from South America, Bloody.

Although the Irish have always been known for their violence, they are basically small organizations of dozens of people based on families.They each occupy a piece of land, even if they have little contact with each other, it is difficult to become a big climate.Compared with the gangs in Italy and Russia, in terms of scale and influence, they are far different.Not to mention the current South American gangs and Mexican gangs.

As the backbone of the Irish gang that had occupied the seafood market for decades, old Huck had a very good life in the first half of his life.However, with the continuous influx of new immigrants from South America, especially Hispanics and Mexicans, and the intervention of even more fearsome Mexican drug cartels, the original underground power system in New York was almost completely destroyed.Like the long-forgotten old Harker, the entire New Fulton Seafood Market is now the site of new immigrants.

Refer to the saying that there are rivers and lakes for some people.Not just in New York, gangs are a cancer that is difficult to remove in major cities.

According to the U.S. Department of Justice's National Gang Threat Assessment Report, there are at least 21500 gangs and more than 731000 active gang members in the United States.And these figures are still increasing.

In general, gangs are not as active in remote rural areas.Yet in metropolitan New York, half of all homicides are caused by gang violence.

These gangs are also becoming more and more sophisticated, not only infiltrating all aspects of the city, but also already using computers and other high-tech to carry out organized crime.The US Juvenile Justice Center estimates that 49 percent of gang members are Hispanic, 37 percent black, 8 percent white, 5 percent Asian, and 1 percent gang members. Members belong to other races.

The so-called Hispanic is a general term.There are also white people in it.However, in the hearts of most Americans, white people will always refer to Anglo-Saxon white people.The original meaning of White Anglo-Saxon Protestant (WhiteAnglo-SaxonProtestant, abbreviation: WASP) refers to the elite group in power in the United States and its culture, customs and moral behavior standards.It can now refer to Protestant European-Americans in general.This group has huge economic and political power and constitutes the vast majority of the American upper class and upper middle class.Known as the elite class.Although American society is increasingly diversified, the culture, morality and value orientation of the white elite still largely influence the development of the United States.

So, like Hispanic whites, are called 'non-American whites'.Even generally classified as Hispanics.Therefore, the 8% whites in this report actually refer to the true Anglo-Saxon whites.

The reason why old Huck was able to win the favor of the warden and become the only captain of the instant noodle smuggling ship, apart from the fact that old Huck was humble and insignificant, the main reason was that the warden was a white man in the traditional sense .The most trustworthy people in their bones are still white people in the traditional sense.White people trust white people, and that's part of an established tradition.

Like the captains of all old fishing boats, old Huck made his boat his home and lived by the water.

Only when you go to the old Fulton fish market, have a short shot in the red light district of the old pier, or have a drink in the sailor's bar, will you leave your sea dog.

Of course, when instant noodles are delivered to the barge prison every half a month, he also leaves the ship.Stock up at the grocer called Shrimp Balls by the Old Fulton Fish Market.

Today is a big day for delivering instant noodles.In order to keep himself at his best, he had to address the physical issues that were plaguing him.Just like Matthew told Xiao Li in "The Wolf of Wall Street", the trick to keeping fit is to masturbate once in the morning and in the evening.

So before doing big things, old Huck is going to have a short shot.

Because, how should I put it, at old Huck's age, if he wanted to do a real fight, he was already beyond his capabilities.More often, they will choose to find a veteran who has been in the industry for a long time to do a job.

As mentioned earlier, those who have been in the industry for a long time generally lack competitiveness.Therefore, the good positions at the intersection are occupied by newcomers in the prime of life, and old people often wait for regular customers in remote back streets.A fixed source of customers is also one of the few advantages of entering the industry for a long time.So, there are pros and cons, depending on how you look at it.

Every industry has its strengths and weaknesses.Just like the dangerous nights in the old neighborhoods of New York, there are also criminals who specialize in robbing these wandering warblers.Therefore, the dark corner near the dim wooden street lamps in the back street is the safest workplace they can find.

Old Huck's old whore was called Donna.He was also a member of the Irish gang in Fulton Market.When he was young, he was more beautiful than old Huck.It is said that not only is she a frequent visitor to the cover girls of major magazines, but she has also filmed several B-level Hollywood movies.However, just like many young and beautiful girls, they are used to the extravagant and debauched youth meal, but they don't know how to plan for their future.Often people don't wait until they get old and look bad, they get worse and worse, and disappear from sight.Trampled step by step by the bustling metropolis, fell into the abyss, and became the most humble existence.

When old Huck arrived, the old friend was supporting the black and yellow wooden light pole with both hands, and was being hit hard by a bald white man behind him.

Not bad, but also took a big job.

For an old guy like Donna, there are still people who are willing to throw their arms away and use their strength on her, all of which are in the nature of winning the lottery.One time is one time, one time is less.

No way, each has its own needs.

Where there is demand, there is service.There are also bed nannies, adult nurses and the like, right?

The bald head looks fierce, but its battery life is poor.Old Huck hadn't smoked half of a cigarette on one side, but he yelled on the other side, and unloaded the cigarette in a hurry.After venting, the bald head hurriedly pulled up his pants and left, leaving behind a wrinkled banknote, and his face was full of contempt and hatred for himself and Donna.

After all, time is not forgiving, Donna was still leaning against the wooden pole, panting heavily.Old Huck went over and picked up the wrinkled bill for her.After flattening the palm, he rolled it into a paper roll and handed it to Donna with a smile: "That's right, 50 yuan."

"The old lady almost spit out the dinner." Donna took it casually, and quickly inserted it into the messy bun.This is to prevent robbery.

Old Huck bared his teeth and took a deep breath on his cigarette.

Fifty bucks is a lot of money.

Donna was able to spend a night comfortably in a small hotel.Take a hot bath and have a soft Simmons mattress.Hotels, for New Yorkers, have almost become a part of life.very important part.For an old woman like Donna who has had a good life, the first thing she thinks of when she makes money is not eating out or taking drugs, but staying in a hotel for one night.

"Still the same?" Donna, who had regained some strength after receiving the cigarette butt handed over by old Huck, asked while supporting the wooden light pole.

"Same as usual." Old Huck straightened up with difficulty, and took off his fishy-smelling jeans towards Donna.

After exhaling the last puff of smoke, Donna stretched out her feet and pulled out a dilapidated handbag from the darkness, took out a high-grade body lotion that was more than half used, and took out a condom that was distributed for free on the street from her bra, and skillfully tore it off. He opened the package, carefully squeezed in the remaining lotion, shook it off casually, and skillfully put it on Old Huck.

This is an important cleanup procedure.It is also part of the package of services.These valuable high-end body lotions all come from the trash cans next to major hotels.Every day, a certain amount is discarded by the staying guests, and then cleaned into the trash can by the waiters of the big hotel.Just like picking up food in the trash can, these important work props can be free of charge.

The reason for this procedure is simple.How long has it been since old men like Old Huck, who spend all day on a boat and go in and out of the fish market, take a hot bath in a serious way?Therefore, cleaning work is very important.Of course, this can also be seen as part of paid services.

After Donna threw the used condom far away into the trash can, she slowly squatted down.Old Huck suddenly shouted: "Silk handbag." This is obviously a conventional code word.It is not difficult to guess from the word silk that it belongs to Donna's advanced service item.

"20 yuan." Donna kept raising her head.

"Deal." Old Huck took a deep breath and strained himself.

Donna turned her face slightly, and used her free hand to remove the false braces and stuff them into the corset.When Donna with her puffy cheeks got close again, old Huck was about to melt away...

After a while.

Old Huck, who paid 20 yuan to enjoy the silk handbag service, and Donna, who spit out mouthwash, sat back to back under the street lamp.

An afterthought cigarette was passed back and forth between the two until only the butt remained.

"Donna, come with me." Old Huck finally plucked up the courage to speak.

Donna took out the dentures and stuffed them firmly into her mouth: "Where are you going?"

"I can go anywhere, as long as I can leave New York." Old Huck replied with a bored face.

Donna shrugged, indicating that she heard it.

"So?" Old Huck was clearly dissatisfied with her reaction.

"So, go back and get some sleep." Donna stood up with difficulty, pulled down the hip skirt that had almost faded to her waist, and stretched out her hand condescendingly to old Huck.

Subconsciously looking at the scenery under Donna's skirt, Old Huck handed over a 20 bill.

"Let's go." Donna took it casually and stuffed it into her lower body.

"Why don't you go?" Old Huck couldn't help asking.

Donna didn't answer, and walked into the bright street step by step.

"Bitch!" Old Huck spat heavily.Unexpectedly, as soon as the phlegm came out, it dragged a long line of mucus, stuck upside down, and stuck to the crotch with a thud.

I can't even spit out the phlegm.What else do you use?

Annoyed, angry, self-pitying and self-pitying, all they got was helpless crying in the end.

After a long time, old Huck, who had no strength left to cry, wiped away his tears, and suddenly realized that a pair of familiar high-heeled shoes appeared in his dim vision at some point.

Raising his head suddenly, he saw Donna's expressionless face.

"Nu." The old prostitute handed a napkin printed with Louie and Ernie's (Louie and Ernie) pizza to old Huck.

Old Huck opened his mouth with a complicated expression, and finally reached out to take it.

Donna, who had been wearing high heels all day, squatted down with difficulty.He didn't care about exposing his lower body without underwear in front of old Huck's eyes.

"Do you still remember the Harder Warehouse at the old pier?"

Looking at the 20 yuan with a corner, old Huck nodded slightly: "Had Aquatic Company. After Hud died, I left it to you."

"I've inquired about it, and it will be returned to me in name." Donna sighed, "If it's a replacement, they will help me with the complicated legal documents and various expenses."

"Replacement?" Old Huck suddenly came to his senses: "Shidao Skyscraper."

"Yeah." Donna gave old Huck a serious look: "How about it, follow me."

"..." Old Huck was completely unprepared, "Why do you have to stay?"

"Where else can I go?" Donna shrugged, "Everything about me is in this damn city. Those beautiful and ugly memories, and those people I know, are all buried here. I'm buried too. Here it is."

"Then why is it me again?" Old Huck explained, "Look, you have quite a few regular customers. I'm not the best guy in any way."

Donna nodded: "Indeed, you don't even have a minute."

"..."

"However, you are the most suitable one." Donna poked in the 20 dollars skillfully and stood up vigorously.

"Why?" asked old Huck.

"You still have tears." Donna said calmly.

When she reached the street corner, Donna turned her head and said, "This is my last night here. Come and find me when you've made up your mind. You know where I am."

"Okay." Old Huck nodded repeatedly.He had never been so... scared.

After a long time, old Huck suddenly stood up and walked out of this dirty back street.

The owner of the shrimp ball grocery store is an old Chinese who is much older than old Huck.Even the old Huck, who was born here, can't tell how many years the grocery store has been open.In his memory, this shop was there when he was very young.

Everyone used to call him: shrimp guy.

When he walked into the shop, he found that besides Mr. Shrimp, there was also a well-dressed young man.

Soon, he remembered who this well-dressed young man was smiling at him across the counter.

"Sir." Old Huck saluted respectfully.Everything is extremely natural.Because in the metropolis, who salutes whom has nothing to do with age.

The young man politely replied: "Hello, old sir."