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

The 24-hour non-stop noise, twice a day, morning and evening, makes people want to strangle their traffic jams, the air emits a pungent and turbid smell, and there are particles of dust visible to the naked eye floating. No wonder even open-air cafes set up a "smoking area". I think people are more willing to find a corner covered with mist, get a few cigarette guns, insert them into their lungs, and get a life as soon as possible.

This is a typical worker city, a city of workers, and even tickets are cheaper than other areas in Xingjun. Downstairs of the apartment I rented, each spicy cheese hot dog is only sold for three yuan, and I have to come to at least one every day. The hot dog stall bathed in the exhaust gas of the car, the owner who never washes his hands after going to the toilet, the raw materials of Frankfurt intestines are pork of unknown origin, and the raw materials of bread are flour of unknown origin, and poured them together in the supermarket wholesale, hot cheese and spicy meat sauce that are about to expire. When you stuff this hot dog into your mouth, you can realize that this is the life of ordinary people, and what you taste is the taste of living.

I have been here for almost three weeks. Every night, I go to at least three to four bars, and almost every time I go to the house, I will be asked to show my ID card. I am really surprised how these security guards have such poor eyesight. Even on the real ID card, I am already twenty-one years old. It would be better if I don’t mention it... In the past half month, except for those girls looking for one-night stands, girls looking for stable relationships, homosexuals looking for stable relationships, homosexuals looking for stable relationships, and several catchers with unknown gender and sexual orientation, I finally figured out the general situation of the local gang.

I still remember the first Lao Hei who talked to me. We chatted a few times at the bar and I said, "Hey, man, is there anything you can make you HIGH in there?"

He said, "Yes, of course there is, look, this is called the police badge. You think it's a little hot, don't you? Boy, you've been arrested, come back to the bureau for a drug test. Also, I think you're racist and need me to read your rights?" He said, taking out his ID and gun.

Fortunately, I ran fast that day, otherwise I would have fallen into an ordinary plainclothes. This guy actually said I was racist? He sat by the bar, wearing a suit with a vest outside, eight rings on both hands, and a gold chain as thick as a dog chain. This pimp is standard style, I don’t ask if you have any medicine, do you even ask if there is anyone?

Putting aside this guy who enforces the law, another time, I met a blond man with short hair soaring into the sky. He was middle-aged but had no beer belly, and had a scar on the back of his hand, looking like a veteran or something. He brought a suitcase and sat alone in the corner in a leather jacket. The aura he exuded was very similar to a capable man under a boss, the kind of person you had to entrust when there was an important deal.

Then I went over and chatted with him in the code words on Dao for about half an hour. He said that his name was Ted. Ted's answer also showed that he was indeed a big shot. As a result, he opened the box and showed the "goods" in it, full of soap in a suitcase. Yes, he was wearing a leather jacket, blonde, scars on his hands, soap in a suitcase, and the name was "Ted". Well, everyone has watched that old movie, but few people would do it to this extent. Is it a bit too exciting to play role-playing in the 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 gangs in the gang. Unfortunately, I was really lucky. Every time I met a law-abiding citizen with a fierce face, they would smash the bottle, push you, and punch you in the face with a fist. But as long as you use a little bit of real fighting skills and knock down one of them, they would be timid. The show ended, and the bar security guards came over to invite the troublemakers out, or called the police directly. Believe me, every time a plainclothes dressed like a pimp would arrive, they would be the first to arrive.

In short, this experience can be considered a setback, but as the saying goes, one learns from one's mistakes. After these things, the experience I have gained is that when you walk into a bartender and any drunkard next to you, you can immediately ask for valuable information from the bartender and any drunkard next to you. The director's brain damage or the screenwriter's brain flow is a concrete manifestation of the director's brain damage or the screenwriter's brain flow. I watch more information on the TV news in the Empire than I can get in the bar myself.

I wasted more than twenty days of my life, and finally, today I had the opportunity to meet a member of the Luches family. I hope the plan can go smoothly because I am optimistic about the strength of the Luches family, and I don’t want to rack my brain to get on the line of the Genovese family anymore. God knows how long it will take.
Chapter completed!