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Since the residents have this attitude, the state of the townhouse can be imagined.Many apartments were completely dumped, and the wall panels and beams were taken away by neighbors and chopped into firewood.Those who are still insisting, the situation is also visibly bad.Their chimneys have been changed a few times, and the materials vary from soft iron to hard plastic; their eaves are ragged, repeatedly ravaged by summer rains and spring melting snow, and eight of the ten wooden boards are curved and warped.

The most eye-catching thing is the pitted exterior wall.There are many graffiti painted on it, including English, French, German, Russian, Hebrew, Arabic and other languages.

Although Suo Zhongwu couldn't understand the specific content, he knew that graffiti in this kind of place would not be good.[The children who grew up here are really unfortunate to the extreme.

Along the way, he had never seen a building adjacent to the school.Children with unkempt faces and full patches of vests and pants, regardless of their skin color, are chasing and playing on the bare lawn.They don't have the Lego bricks of the middle-income group. They can only build mud castles and catch bugs. They quickly get dirty and don't know how many parasite eggs are stained.

Their father either went to the food truck to try his luck, or went to pick up waste further away, and had no time to help his children with homework.The mothers are nearby. The problem is that the housework is always busy, especially for the poor.They have to do laundry, cooking and cleaning, but also have to deal with the milking dolls in the cradle. They occasionally have to plug leaks, catch mice, and catch cockroaches. They only take a look at the "playground" when the child cries loudly. .

Every public faucet, surrounded by such housewives, has almost become a social place.The women exchanged gossip news while scrubbing their clothes, enjoying the rare personal time.In this kind of poverty-stricken areas, they can neither get smart washing machines nor use the high-power dryers that North America is proud of. After returning home with the basin, they can only put clothes, sheets, and towels on the clothes. The rope is dried by the most primitive solar energy.

This is a very slow process.Comparable to the rhythm of life in Mandolin Street.It is conceivable that in such a highly enclosed place, two strangers who suddenly came out of the sewer and were covered with filthy smells are so rare in the eyes of the locals.

Suo Zhongwu took the rich young master and walked one after the other to the middle of the road. Immediately, dozens of sight lines shot from the surroundings, clinging to them like a ranging laser.The children playing are pretty good. They stand on the side of the road and take a look at them. There is nothing but curiosity in their eyes. The housewife and the small number of adult men who stayed behind in the townhouse showed hostility unceremoniously:

The former raised his homemade washboard with a ferocious expression of “I’ll do my best if you dare to come”; the latter either poked his head out of the second floor or stood provocatively at the intersection. The blue ribbon beer aluminum can is instantly crushed.

Little Urben tried to straighten his waist, trying to pretend that he didn't care.But he couldn't walk a few steps, he would look around, nervous like walking into a crocodile den; Suo Zhongwu was not as exaggerated as him, but he did not dare to relax completely. Mandolin Street was also a slum, and danger could happen at any time.Adult residents may still be able to exercise restraint. Those half-and-half children who do nothing and desire excitement are hard to say.

They neither went to school nor could they find a full-time business student. In addition to being in adolescence, they accumulated countless energy every day and had nowhere to vent.The horses under Garrett and Teague were mostly recruited from this group of boys. How fast they can learn bad things, Suo Zhongwu has seen with his own eyes.[The half-and-half child who is still at home shouldn't be so crazy.But if you gather a crowd to rob foreign visitors, you must have the courage to do it]

After walking along the street for five minutes, Suo Zhongwu's worries became reality.A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with freckles stared at the two of them on the side of the road for a while, then suddenly spread thin legs like grasshoppers and ran into a T-shaped intersection ahead.Not long after she disappeared, six small road boys emerged from a greasy hot dog shop on the side of the road.

A few people have tattoos, and their hair is dyed colorfully, but the clothes are all old stuff with holes, and there are few flexible screens left.The headed punk-headed mixed-race teenager, even though he was over 1.8 meters tall, was only about sixteen years old in appearance, and the five following him were even more immature.

However, they are very skilled at work, obviously not the first time.I saw six people lined up in a row and greeted the two foreign visitors with a smile on their faces. While actively greeting them, they also cut off the pitted road by the way."Come to receive the goods, buddy?" The leading punk boy raised his hands expertly, pretending that he was not malicious, and slowly approached Suo Zhongwu with his little brother:

"Mandolin Street has everything. As long as you have money, you can buy anything. Of course, you won't be refunded or exchanged after the sale, and don't ask too much about the source of things-relax, man!"

Suo Zhongwu pointed the big revolver at his chest, smiled and shook his head."Don't be too tight. It's not worth making holes in your body at a young age." He pulled down the hammer and gave the punk head boy free life advice:

"I really want to buy something. It's not impossible to do business with you. Listen carefully and see if you have any supply."

He calmly put forward his request, with a very firm tone: Two foreign guests need a vehicle. Any brand will do, but they must be able to drive 30 kilometers.The 50-point Magnum revolver swears that if the anchor breaks halfway, the two customers will immediately return to Mandolin Street and knock out all the rotten teeth in the mouth of the responsible person (no matter how many).

"I promise that he can only use his gums to squeeze the caterpillar for the next year." Suo Zhongwu held the pistol in both hands, his muzzle motionless:

"The only thing we want is this. We decline all paired sales, including drinks and food. Can it be done or not?"

With such a specific threat, the six and a half children looked at each other and did not dare to answer for a long time.When the young master of the Earl family saw this, his previous worries were wiped out.He folded his arms on his chest, and began to squint at people, humming disdainfully in his nostrils, as if he was the talker and Suo Zhongwu was just a foil.

The problem is that the "follower" is not as serious as the "talker".He knew that the half-size boy in front of him was only temporarily bluffed, and the trouble was still behind.

Sure enough, as time went by, more and more local people came to see the excitement, and among them there were drunks who were drinking too much to cheer and urge the first punk gang to "Go! Beat them!!!".