Chapter 6: Gunman and bullets

Weapons are actually rampant in New Jincheng.

When violence becomes the rule under the sun, weapons will inevitably become an important resource for ensuring one's own rights and infringing on the interests of others.

"Having a gun in hand" and "I will call the police afterward," smart New Jincheng people know how to choose.

Although weapons are rampant, it is not that everyone will hold them and show them so directly.

Only three types of people dare to do this—

Federal official law enforcement personnel; they have legal gun licenses, and even if they shoot and kill you, they only need to write a report: "... I showed my identity, then he rushed over to grab my weapon, according to Article... and Article... of the code, I fired," then it is a vacation, and the enthusiastic welcome of colleagues when returning from vacation.

The second type of person is gang members; they not only won't hide their weapons, but instead hope more people will see them.

The fear caused by the lethality brought by weapons makes them feel excited.

The third type of person is the capitalist's people.

They are more terrible, because the first two types of people will at least follow some rules, but the capitalist's people, they only recognize money.

In front of money, laws, morality, nothing can stop them from pulling the trigger.

There is a place called "Angel Lake" in the western suburbs of New Jincheng, which is a tourist attraction; there is a local saying in New Jincheng.

"When a capitalist is angry, the water level of Angel Lake will rise!"

Perhaps outsiders don't understand this, but locals all know that the lake level rises because too many gasoline drums have been thrown in!

No matter which one it is, the son of a bitch drunkard cannot afford to offend.

This kind of small character at the bottom of society actually knows better than adults how to deal with this kind of crisis, and choice.

When he faces the crisis that might appear, he immediately compromises, without any hesitation, fast enough to make people feel... skillful!

"I will do it immediately; I guarantee that such a thing will not happen again!"

Fudisi takes back his hand, the coat falls naturally, covering the weapon, which makes the son of a bitch breathe a sigh of relief.

In just a few seconds, he feels his head is hot, sweating all over, as if he almost died!

He looks at Erwin and Lan Si again, and his eyes become suspicious.

"I have some words I want to chat with... this gentleman."

Fudisi looks at Lan Si for a few seconds, then turns around, "I'm right here; if you have questions, you can call me."

In the whole company, Fudisi belongs to the boss's confidant; he can be sent out to work, it must be because the boss feels interesting about this young man.

He knows what to do.

Lan Si looks at the son of a bitch drunkard, signaling him to make way, "Unless you want to stand at the door and talk to me, your neighbors will definitely be curious about what we talked about."

"If you hope that you will become the joke of this apartment tomorrow morning, then we can stand here and make things clear."

The son of a bitch drunkard suddenly wakes up; although a bit fearful, disgusted, and hateful, he still makes way and welcomes Lan Si in.

Federal people also love face, even if it is a son of a bitch drunkard.

A typical bottom-level apartment, less than forty square meters of space, the kitchen, dining room, and bathroom are almost squeezed together, and then inside is a bedroom, and a small storage room.

This point is very interesting.

Federal bottom-level people can have no independent kitchen, but they cannot have no storage room.

Most bottom-level people, although very poor, always have a pile of inexplicable things that are useless and they are unwilling to throw away; generally, this kind of thing is called a burden.

Just like themselves, the value on their life path.

If there is no storage room, the home will only be a mess.

There is no trace of women living, no trace of children living, but there is a photo frame on the dining table, in which there is a photo of this man and a child; it seems that the living state of this son of a bitch drunkard gentleman is not good.

The stains on the sofa that make people suspicious, and the strange smell emitted, make Lan Si have no intention of sitting down to chat; he just stands there, not far from the door.

"Listen, Ethan is my friend; I will let him apologize to you for his reckless behavior, but you also have faults; you shouldn't try to deduct the money that belongs to him."

The son of a bitch drunkard gentleman's brain is a bit confused, just subconsciously nodding, and "hmm hmm" sounds coming from his mouth.

"So after withdrawing the case, I will let him apologize to you, but you must also return the wages you deducted from him."

"I can let him not pursue your behavior this time, but you must also guarantee that this is the last time."

"After that, your relationship will still exist; he will continue to use your work card every month and pay you appropriate remuneration, and you cannot make things difficult for him again, using this matter of remuneration."

Lan Si says and walks to the dining table, picking up the photo frame, "Very beautiful little guy, is it your child?"

The son of a bitch drunkard gentleman, who was still a bit confused, wakes up suddenly; he looks very nervous, "This has nothing to do with him."

Lan Si puts down the photo frame and says with a smile, "Whether it has anything to do with him depends on how you choose, sir."

"We are all just some abominable smugglers, thieves from other worlds; there is nothing to be nostalgic about here for us."

"But there is your family here, there is your child, right?"

The drunkard gentleman nods repeatedly, "I know, I will give him all the money, but don't mess around."

Lan Si's hand supports the edge of the dining table; the sticky, greasy feeling makes him suddenly feel very bad, but at this time he is not suitable to express it.

"I have always believed in one point, that is, the operation of all things has a trajectory, has rules."

"When rules exist, we do it according to the rules; this is enough."

"Market price, fifteen dollars is what you deserve, so no one can take away the money that belongs to you; this is the rule."

"As long as you follow the rules, we will also follow the rules."

Erwin looks at Lan Si with admiration at the door; he never thought that so many things would happen in one day!

Ethan ran away, they encountered trouble, and then Lan Si took him to borrow money; although he didn't borrow money, the problem was solved.

Also sat in a car, and saw Lan Si who was so handsome at this moment!

So worth it!

So handsome!

A series of surprises, even if the brain is confused, at this moment the son of a bitch drunkard gentleman has completely woken up, "I know what to do."

He hesitates for a while, "Can I know your name?"

Lan Si's face has a smile that is slightly controlled, full of confidence, and even a little proud, "Lan Si!"

A few minutes later, the son of a bitch drunkard gentleman changes into a set of clothes; although there is still a big smell on it, it is much better than before.

He sits in the car without saying a word; after arriving at the branch office, he immediately explains the situation and signs his name on a document amidst the impatient urging of the police.

Lan Si, sitting in the car, witnesses everything happening through the glass window; this feeling is very magical.

Fudisi cannot help but ask curiously, "Aren't you afraid?"

Lan Si looks back at him through the rearview mirror, "What do you mean?"

Fudisi curls his lips, "This is the police station, and as far as I know, you are an undocumented resident, and the kid next to you is too."

Lan Si cannot help but touch the car door; the delicate feel of walnut makes him feel very comfortable; no wonder some people like old cars.

"Not at all."

"Can I know why?"

"Because between me and them, there is a distance of twenty thousand dollars, and this distance is something they cannot cross."

Fudisi thinks for a long time before saying somewhat emotionally, "Full of wise remarks, are you really only eighteen years old?"

Lan Si doesn't answer this question, just smiles.

Ethan is hiding in a culvert under a bridge not far away; this place has been abandoned, and many homeless people live here.

The advantage here is that it will be very warm in winter because the wind outside cannot blow in, and it will be very cool in summer because the shade and the cold air in some pipes will be released slowly.

Ethan apologizes to the son of a bitch drunkard in front of Lan Si and Erwin, "I shouldn't have been so impulsive to hit you; I apologize to you, I'm sorry, sir."

When he says these words, the son of a bitch drunkard gentleman can still feel his cheekbone hurting again.

Ethan is only twenty years old, but looks at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight, or even older.

He is very strong; his father is a leather craftsman; in the Empire, and also in the Federation, leather craftsmen are actually a respectable job.

Because it represents a craft, and social status.

It is hard to imagine what social status a leather craftsman can have, but from the evolution of past social classes, this actually exists.

Because those who could afford leather goods at the beginning were often nobles, so leather craftsmen served nobles at the beginning, and their social status was higher than ordinary people.

Precisely because the leather craftsman has a stable income and better social status, Ethan's father raised him tall and strong.

The appearance of this guy who makes the son of a bitch drunkard both surprised and terrified, bowing and bowing, also dispelled some haze in his heart.

He glances at Lan Si, and Fudisi beside him, and in the end, recognizes the reality, "I also have things I didn't do right; it's not all your fault; we reconciled..."

Ethan gets his twenty dollars, not a penny less; originally the drunkard planned to give a few more dollars, but Lan Si refused.

Rules are rules; try as much as possible not to be a breaker of rules; this is the survival experience when there is no power.

After seeing the son of a bitch drunkard leave, Lan Si lets Fudisi wait for a while, he has some words to say to Ethan. ===== CHAPTER 7 =====