Lawyer Martin is a failed white-collar worker who is falling into a double low point in his career and life. In order to relieve his boredom, he often finds prostitutes to play some self-abuse games. Of course, because he is short of money and cannot find high-end goods, he can only 'take care of' Millie.
This cheap prostitute business.
Martin almost collapsed. He had been suffering from insomnia all night recently. Through the rearview mirror, he looked at Tang Zheng sitting in the back seat. He felt that this was the beginning of improving his bad state, so he served him carefully.
"Your car is so broken. It's time to send it to a repair shop." During the forty-minute journey to the north of the city, the engine stalled four times, which made Tang Zheng very annoyed. His time was precious.
"This is a new car that I bought less than three months ago." Martin was depressed and wanted to cry. Not long ago, this Ford was smashed by a group of youths. Four tires were even stolen and spray paint was used to smear the walls of the car.
All kinds of swear words. You must know that he has not paid off the loan yet. If the bank comes to visit, he will not even be able to keep this broken car and will have to pay for it again.
The north of the city is the most prosperous area of the City of God. After passing a checkpoint and paying two dollars, the flow of cars and people suddenly increased, and the roads and shops were also much tidier. The citizens passing by were busy with work or leisure, and their clothes were well-dressed.
Very neat.
"The north of the city has been expelling beggars and gangsters, trying to give the rich a safe and comfortable living space." Anna curled her lips, looking quite disdainful when she said this, but there was also a hint of envy in her tone.
Because of the increase in vehicles, Martin had to slow down, so Tang Zheng had time to look at the surrounding neighborhoods carefully. If he hadn't seen the bad conditions in the south of the city with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this was actually the same city.
Tang Zheng saw a homeless man in his fifties, who was bending over and looking for food in a trash can. When he found a piece of bread as big as a palm, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that it could fill his stomach. It was the largest piece of bread.
happiness.
There was a lame stray dog at his feet, staring around, ready to notify its owner and run away if the police were spotted.
After receiving no more goods, the homeless man sat down with his back against the trash can, broke off more than half of the bread, put it in front of the stray dog, and then patted its head happily.
The stray dog made an affectionate sound and rubbed his hand. They were good friends who had been together for three years.
"I asked why I haven't seen him recently. It turns out he is in the north of the city." Everyone in the south of the city knows this homeless man with a dog, and Anna is no exception. "It is said that he is a mental patient. Boss, you'd better stay away from him."
Stay away and don't show your good intentions randomly."
Suddenly there was a commotion on the road, pedestrians avoided it, and then a woman's scream rang out.
"Robbery!"
A young man wearing a mask with a red cross on it was running quickly, holding a dagger in his hand and waving it constantly. When pedestrians saw this scene, they did not dare to stop him.
The homeless man stood up, walked to the middle of the street, and intercepted and robbed the young man without fear.
"Get away!" the young man yelled when they met more than ten meters away.
The stray dog ran out, swooped down, and bit the young man's neck fiercely. The young man dodged and was hit in the arm. He rolled over with the stray dog, and the bag he grabbed fell to the side.
The homeless man rushed forward and cooperated with his old friends to subdue the robber. Pedestrians watched and had no intention of stepping forward.
The stray dog suddenly let out a whimper and lay down, with blood flowing out of its abdomen. The homeless man was old after all, and he was kicked. The young man got up, brandishing a bloody dagger, and easily pushed back the onlookers and rushed towards him.
Got out.
Taking advantage of the chaos, someone picked up the bag that fell on the ground.
"You filthy devil, stay with my bag." The person who was robbed was a woman. When she couldn't catch the robber, she fell in love with a homeless man.
The tramp didn't say anything. He knelt down next to his old friend and pressed his abdomen with both hands to stop the bleeding. There was a half-foot-long gash there, which was scratched by the thief.
"Hey!" Martin sighed, unable to do anything about it. He just pressed the horn twice as if to vent his anger. When he turned his eyes back, he realized that the boss in the back seat was gone.
In a nearby alley, Tang Zheng stopped the young man who had picked up the bag and was smiling to see how much money he had.
"Give me the bag."
Tang Zheng had a strong figure and was very visually oppressive. The young man rolled his eyes and turned around and ran away.
"Hmph, you're asking for trouble." Tang Zheng took out a shotgun, grabbed the tactical handguard, pulled hard, loaded it with a click, then pointed it at the young man's left leg and pulled the trigger.
Bang, the shotgun shot out, smashing the young man's left leg into a sieve. The unfortunate guy rolled over, and the alley was immediately filled with screams, and the US dollars in his wallet spilled out.
Tang Zheng walked over with a shotgun on his shoulder, glanced at the messy ground, and pointed the gun at the young man.
"Pick up the money for me." Tang Zheng's voice was cold, as if it came from hell.
Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the young man was not so frightened that he almost lost control. He endured the severe pain and lay on the ground, picking up the US dollars one by one.
"Here, here you go!" The young man was sweating profusely and his hands were trembling as he handed the dollar bill to Tang Zheng.
Some banknotes were stained with bright red blood, which was very dazzling.
Tang Zheng collected them, burned them to ashes with a lighter, and then turned around and left. When he returned to the street, the crowd had dispersed, and the homeless man and his dog were nowhere to be found.
"Is that dog dead?" Tang Zheng asked as he sat back in the car.
"No, but if we don't get treatment, we probably won't survive for a few days." Anna was very sad, while Martin had long forgotten the episode and began to describe the benefits of obtaining legal status, and asked Tang Zheng if he needed someone.
Private lawyer, long-term kind.
Barrister Federer is a member of the upper class society in the City of God. He has many titles. He is a philanthropist, the kindest lawyer, the conscience of the society, and an honorary citizen. He recently became a member of the parliament and is busy running for the governorship.
"Mr. Federer is very busy, please wait." The female secretary in professional attire left after saying a few words.
Martin looked at the plump butt wrapped in the female secretary's short skirt and swallowed water with envy. He admired Federer so much. He was also a lawyer. Why is there such a big gap between people?
Tang Zheng would not waste his time here, leaving Martin and Anna waiting while he went out for a walk.
After tasting a cup of fragrant coffee in a cafe, Tang Zheng felt that the morning sunshine was getting better. When he went out, he saw a van parked in front of the gold store opposite. Four men and two women pulled away.
The car door flew down and I rushed in.
Bang, bang, messy gunshots and screams rang out.
"Which country are they new to?" These six robbers all wore black hoods, with only their eyes exposed. However, the primary protective clothing they wore still revealed their identities. They were survivors of the Trojan Room.
They were newcomers from Northern Europe. They were originally rebellious youths who could not stand the discipline of the American conquerors and left quietly. However, they could not survive in the chaotic south of the city. Those villains were much more violent than them. In a fire fight, one of them died.
After meeting their male companions, they finally learned a little wiser and came to the north of the city to develop.
They need food to fill their stomachs, and firearms to seize territory, all of which require financial support. They cannot deal with bank security guards, so they can only rob gold stores, but this business is also quite unsatisfactory.
Since it was my first time, I was inevitably nervous and full of mistakes.
In less than three minutes, the Nordics completed the robbery and rushed out carrying three large black bags. However, they were still not ruthless enough and did not kill all the clerks, so as soon as they left, the sharp bell rang, and the boss started from
He pulled out a PKM squad machine gun from under the counter and chased him to the door.
Click, click, click. The angry boss fired at them with a gun.
The already nervous Nordic man was startled by the alarm bell and ran faster. He wanted to rush into the van and escape from the crime scene, but in the end he didn't notice the boss behind him.
"Be careful." The female driver, who had not turned off the engine, was on guard. She saw the boss, yelled, and fired at him with a gun. Unfortunately, it was too late.
The male newcomer who fell at the end was shot in the back and was shot into a honeycomb. He fell to the ground. The others turned around and shot while retreating.
The male boss was also ruthless. After moving to another position, he fired at the window of the van. He wanted to kill the driver so that those nasty robbers could not escape.
A string of bullet holes were left on the wall of the car. The new female driver was shot in the head and killed. Blood and brains were spread all over the driver's seat, and the engine stalled.
"Quickly retreat." The boss of the Nordic people commanded, rushed to the car door, opened it, tore off the body of the new woman, got in, and started the car.
The newlyweds retreated into the car, but the last male newlywed to get on the bus was shot in the leg and fell to the ground. Fortunately, his companion was quick and quick and grabbed his clothes and dragged him in.
The boss chased the robbers out, and was so angry that he couldn't keep the robbers alive. He pointed his gun at the two corpses, whipped them to vent his anger, and beat them into rotten flesh.
"Robbing a bunch of gold jewelry, even if you succeed, how are you going to sell the stolen goods?" Tang Zheng shook his head, he didn't care about the life or death of the Nordic people.
Two hours later, Tang Zheng returned to the law firm. Martin and Anna were still waiting, looking embarrassed when their boss came back.
"Is this what you call an introduction?" Tang Zheng sneered. Martin was indeed unreliable.
"Federer is very busy, there is nothing we can do about it." Martin was depressed. According to the big-ass secretary, Mr. Federer was discussing tax regulations in the City of God with some dignitaries and was preparing to hold a charity party.
"I don't need to explain. Anyway, I want to see Federer in the afternoon." Tang Zheng turned and left. No wonder Martin was poor. The situation was already very clear. Even if he waited for a month, he would not be able to meet a big shot like Federer.
In the eyes of others, he is just a stowaway looking for help.
Just as Tang Zheng thought, Federer only said one sentence after hearing the female secretary's report.
"Let them wait. I will see them when I am in the mood."