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Chicago, when I set foot in the city, I knew I was in love with it.

Twenty-four hours of uninterrupted noise, traffic jams that make people want to strangle themselves twice a day in the morning and evening, and the air emits a pungent, cloudy smell, and there are particles of dust visible to the naked eye. It's no wonder that even outdoor cafes have a "smoking area". I think people are more willing to find a cloudy corner, get a few smoking guns, stick them into their lungs, and get rid of it as soon as possible, rather than gasping in the street. Remnants of life.

This is a typical worker city, a city for workers, and even the tickets are cheaper than other areas in Star County. Downstairs in the apartment I rent, the spicy cheese dogs are only $3 each, and I have at least one every day. The hot dog stand bathed in car exhaust, the shopkeeper who never washes his hands after going to the toilet, the raw material of frankfurter sausage is pork of unknown origin, and the raw material of bread is flour of unknown origin. Here comes the expiring hot cheese and spicy meat sauce. When you put this kind of hot dog in your mouth, you can realize that this is the life of a common man, and what you taste is the taste of life.

It's been almost three weeks since I've been here, I go to at least three or four bars every night, and I'm asked to show ID at almost every one I go to. I'm really surprised how the eyesight of these security guards can be so poor, even on the real ID card, I'm already twenty-one years old. Not to mention... For more than half a month, except for those chicks looking for one-night stands, chicks looking for stable relationships, gays looking for one-night stands, gays looking for stable relationships, and a few girls whose gender is unknown and their sexual orientation is unknown. , I finally figured out the general situation of the local gang.

I still remember the first black guy to talk to me, we had a little chat at the bar, and I said, "Hey man, do you have anything there to make you HIGH?"

He said, "Yes, of course there is, look, it's called a police badge, don't you think it's a little hot? Boy, you've been arrested, come back with me to the station for a drug test, and I think you Racial discrimination, do you need me to read out your rights?" As he spoke, he took out his ID and gun.

Fortunately, I ran fast that day, otherwise I would have been planted in a common plainclothes. Does this guy even call me racist? He was sitting on the edge of the bar, wearing a suit over a vest, eight rings on his hands, and a gold chain as thick as a dog leash. This kind of pimp's standard look, I don't ask you if you have medicine, do you still Ask if you have anyone?

Leaving aside this fishing law enforcement guy, once again, I met a blond man with sky-high short hair, who didn't have a beer belly when he was middle-aged, and had a scar on the back of his hand, looking like a veteran or something. He carried a suitcase and sat alone in a corner in a leather jacket. The kind of aura he exudes is very similar to that of a powerful man under a certain boss, the kind of person you must entrust when there is an important transaction.

Then I went over and chatted with him for about half an hour using code words on the road. He said his name was Ted, and Ted's answer also showed that he was indeed a big man. As a result, he opened the box and showed the "goods" inside, a suitcase full of soap, yes, he was wearing a leather jacket, blond hair, scars on his hands, and a suitcase with soap, his name was "Ted" ". Well, everyone has seen that old movie, but not many people will do it to this point. Isn't it a little too emotional to play role-playing in a bar when you are old?

There were also a few times when I tried to create some conflicts, even if I could only find a few horses in the gang, but unfortunately, I was really unlucky. They'll smash bottles, shove you, punch you in the face, but if you use the tiniest bit of real fighting skills to bring down one of them, they'll be cowardly. This is the end of the good show. The bar security guards come to ask the troublemaker out, or call the police directly. Believe me, every time a plainclothes dressed like a pimp will arrive first.

In short, this experience can be regarded as a kind of setback, but as the saying goes, you can gain wisdom by taking a bite out of it. After all these things, the experience I have gained is that those in the movie who walk into the bar can immediately get the message from the bartender. The thing that came out of the mouth of any drunkard next to him and asked for valuable information is a concrete presentation of the director's brain damage or the screenwriter's brain overflowing shit. I watch Empire TV news more than I can get in a bar.

I wasted more than 20 days of my life as a powerful man. Finally, today I have the opportunity to meet a member of the Lucches family. I hope the plan can go smoothly, because I am more optimistic about Lucches The strength of the family, and I don't want to rack my brains to get on the Genovese family line. God knows how long it will take.