Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 209 Three Old Guys
Martin looked at the tall and strong black brothers in front of him with some trepidation. To be honest, he felt that any one of them would be better suited for the job of bodyguard than himself.
"Guys, I'm a little surprised. If talents like you go into some hot businesses, you will definitely be the best on the streets of New York. I've seen people like you in Miami and Los Angeles. In Compton, Los Angeles, I have a group of brothers called the Compton Executioners. They are somewhat similar to you. Other street gangs fight and kill, but they focus on their own business. If others don't provoke them, they will never take the initiative to cause trouble. What I mean is, although they are low-key, they will maintain their reputation in the industry. The advantage of this is that other gangs will try their best to avoid conflicts with them." Martin took out a box of ice cream from the refrigerator in the living room, and then scooped it with a spoon while talking to the big men in the living room who helped him scare away the street thugs last night.
"We are not a gang, we are a neighborhood organization." A big man repeated to Martin with a simple face: "We don't do anything illegal. After all, we are often in trouble with the police even if we don't do it. If we really did it, I'm afraid we would have been sent to prison long ago."
Hearing what the other party said, Martin swallowed the ice cream in his mouth and pointed the spoon in his right hand at the other party: "That's the problem! Brother, what's your name?"
"Drake, Drake McGee." The big man was obviously the leader of these people. He was standing in the living room of the presidential suite of this luxury hotel, looking a little uncomfortable. When he heard Martin's question, he opened his mouth and said his name.
Martin said with a face that looked like he had seen the world in Los Angeles: "If you did those things, the police would not bother you. The black people in Los Angeles and Miami have long understood this truth. In the eyes of white people, we black people must be fucking criminals. You have weapons, but you don't sell drugs, murder, kidnap, or rob... This is what scares the police. If they knew you were robbing with weapons, believe me, they would be relieved immediately. Thank God, those guys in Black Fruit either wanted to assassinate the fucking president or rob two convenience stores, and murdered five black people by the way! There is no need to waste energy paying attention to them. After the relatives of the deceased black people report the case, we will slowly investigate!"
"Black Fruit is a black neighborhood organization established in response to the call of Malcolm X and Louis Farrak. We are not a gang, sir. The purpose of this organization is to protect black people from being bullied, to allow children from black families to grow up safely, and to protect them until they grow up and mature and become the fruits that black people need." Drake, wearing a brown cotton jacket, crossed his hands and said to Martin seriously, "I am still very grateful for your donation. We haven't had any large donations since 1982, and it has been very difficult to operate. This is almost the largest donation in the past ten years."
Malcolm X, Martin had no impression of this name, he only knew that he was a very famous black activist at that time, but he was murdered in the 1960s.
But the name of Louis Farrak is very famous to Martin. He is still active in the United States. He is a recognized black supremacist, anti-white cult leader, and die-hard anti-Semitic columnist. He often publishes articles in various black newspapers accusing Jews of manipulating the media, government and economy and oppressing black people. He also publicly claims that black people are inherently superior to other races.
What is even more exaggerated is that this black racist has repeatedly praised xxx as being very great and making significant contributions to the world because he has eliminated a large number of Jews who are as evil as Satan.
It was once publicly stated at the Black National Congress that American Jewish bankers at the time supported xxx and allowed him to massacre their German or Polish compatriots. So don't think that the Jews are really kind and protect their compatriots. They are only close to money. For the sake of profit, they can support him in massacring his compatriots, and then gain privileges as victims after the war.
This groundbreaking statement also caused the two major Jewish self-defense organizations in the United States, the Jewish Defense Organization (JDO) and the Jewish Defense League (IDL), to list this black man at the top of their assassination blacklist for many years.
To find a more intuitive word to describe him, this guy is probably the leader of the black Ku Klux Klan, nicknamed Black XXX.
The main reason why he did not die in murder like those black activists in the 1960s was that he was more extreme and tougher than Martin Luther King, Malcolm X and others. He believed in YSL, had a black paramilitary group that believed in YSL, and accepted donations from YSL world leaders all year round. There were even rumors that black activist Malcolm X died at the hands of his close friend because Malcolm was gentle and willing to compromise and communicate with white people.
The US government dare not touch such a ruthless character easily, because getting rid of him will not only make him completely deified, but also cause a large number of black people who follow and believe in him to complete the transformation from fanatical cultists to real terrorists, which may cause greater harm to the United States at that time.
Besides, he just made a lot of anti-Semitic remarks and didn't actually commit any terrorist acts.
Moreover, it’s not that the Jews haven’t tried assassination activities before, but the two sides have encountered each other several times and the Jews have never gained any advantage. The two major Jewish self-defense organizations in the United States are backed by Israel and American Jewish tycoons, while this black sect is backed by the powerful YSL overseas support, including Libya, Egypt and other countries, which are all his financial backers, and are not inferior to the Jewish organizations.
Moreover, the black believers under him are not the trash black people commonly seen on the streets. These black people have firm beliefs, insist on abstinence before marriage, monogamy after marriage, refuse alcohol and drugs, etc. Louis even requires believers to avoid too much contact with the popular street culture among the black community, respect others, and work hard to learn knowledge.
Those guys look and feel no different from the staunchly religious paladins of the Middle Ages.
Even many black people in the United States would privately donate small amounts to Louis Farrak and his organization. For example, Martin donated ten dollars.
For no other reason, they simply thought that the other party was the light of black people. A few years ago, when the KKK held a gathering in Montana, several black people under the other party rushed in and burned the other party's venue with homemade Molotov cocktails. They also shot the KKK emblem on the spot, scaring the local KKK members so much that they dared not fight back. In the end, they had to call the police to arrest these people.
There are many such incidents. Even the largest black group in the United States, the NAACP, was frightened and distanced itself from this guy, claiming that Louis Farrak's black religious group was a hate organization that believed in black supremacy and could not represent all black people.
The black gangs that roam around in major cities only bully black people and do not have the courage to provoke white people.
This black fruit is these idealistic black people in front of us. They were founded in 1979 in response to the organization that was defined as a cult by white people. They wanted to learn from the followers of Louis Farrak, strictly demand themselves, not do anything illegal, and maintain the law and order of the black community as much as possible.
But the problem is that the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Louis Farak's followers can strictly demand themselves because they have financial backers and are not short of money. The black people in front of them obviously do not have as many financial backers as Louis Farak. They have persisted for so long and even been framed by white people as an extremist organization, but they still insist on avoiding breaking the law. This is already a miracle among the black community.
"If you are willing to promise not to let those minions cause trouble to me during my stay in New York, I will consider asking my secretary to see if I can provide you with some legal work. If you do a good job, I think donations will come regularly." Martin looked at the other party with a sincere expression, but in fact he said it with a guilty conscience.
He is just a bodyguard and driver, not a real big shot, and of course it is impossible for him to make regular donations to support the operation of this neighborhood organization.
However, these black people did not doubt Martin. After all, they saw Spike Lee, Vanessa Williams and other famous black people who needed Martin's help last night.
Hearing Martin's words, the black people all showed joy. Before they could express their gratitude, Martin's phone rang.
"Sophia?" Martin answered the call and heard Sophia's voice. He immediately walked to the balcony, distanced himself from the black people, and lowered his voice: "What's the matter?"
"I'm glad to hear that you're not drunk yet. How was your time?" Sophia asked on the other end of the phone.
"Very good. I have never figured out whether my boss has arranged employee benefits specifically for me?" Martin said.
When Sophia heard that Martin actually thought Tommy would consider the issue of employee benefits, she felt it necessary to dampen his hopes: "You need to change your habit of loving fantasy, Martin. Your experience today is mainly to prepare for tomorrow's work."
"What job?"
Sophia explained the arrangements: "There are several black naval officers. Tommy hopes that you will be responsible for entertaining them during this period, just like you entertained yourself yesterday. You will probably need to prepare a few more cars, arrange for drivers, and accompany them to various tourist attractions in New York."
Martin looked at the black people in the living room and said while holding the phone, "I should have guessed that the boss asked me to go shopping yesterday not just to reward me for my hard work. Sophia, in what capacity do I...deal with those officers?"
"A producer or a senior hairstylist of BT TV? You can print any title you like on your business card, but you have to pay for the printing fee yourself." Sophia said with a smile, "And Tommy asked me to remind you that even if you write that you are the President of the United States on your business card, you can only receive a weekly salary of 250 dollars."
After hanging up the phone, Martin walked back to the living room and looked at the black people: "Can you drive?"
The black men looked at each other, then nodded to Martin: "Of course, sir."
"Very good, my secretary called me and said that my schedule in New York has changed. Some senior black officers from the Pentagon are coming to see me. I am going to arrange a few luxury cars to pick them up. If you are more trustworthy than the full-time drivers arranged by the car rental company, I think donations will beckon to you." Martin looked at these black people and said:
"Each of them is like me, a big shot that you will never have the chance to meet."
"We still don't know who you are, Mr. Hart," the black man named Drake asked Martin.
Martin picked up the unfinished ice cream and turned to look at the TV in the living room, which was playing BT TV's late-night show "Almighty Gun King":
"See that network that's got great programming just for all the black people in America? It's mine."
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Every minute Julian Farrell spends with Tommy's father Colin Hawke and Tony's father-in-law Logan Hurdeau, he finds Tommy more pleasing to the eye.
Tommy, Otilia, Tony, Ashley, Bethia and others were picked up early in the morning by their CS best friend, who said that his daughter and Tommy were living in New York, on the pretext of letting these country bumpkins from other places see the real New York.
His wife went out with Mrs. Hull, accompanied by Sophia and Dorothy. It was said that Sophia had booked a massage in advance with a famous female masseuse in New York.
Then, in the huge Mary Manor, only three old guys were left: Colin, Logan and me.
This made Julian feel a little embarrassed, because he didn't dare to talk too much with Colin and Logan, two guys who always swore and laughed loudly.
The two of them had always lived at the bottom of society, and for Julian, the bottom of society was a completely isolated world from him since he was born. He was not sure if he had said something wrong, and then two strong-looking guys with tanned skin swung up the beer bottles in their hands and smashed them on his head.
So, after watching Paige drive away with a smile on his face, picking up his wife and several other ladies, Julian immediately started thinking about finding a reason to leave and come back in the evening to enjoy the holiday dinner with everyone.
Thinking of this, he felt that although his damn future son-in-law was a jerk, he did have some abilities. Tommy was like a bottle of lubricant. No matter how dry the situation was, he could make it moist. No matter how bad the atmosphere was, as long as he was there, it would always remain warm.
"Hehe~ The women have finally left. Hearing them excitedly discussing what kind of clothes to wear when going out reminds me of the scene when I castrated my own rooster. When I castrated the rooster, the other chickens were clucking non-stop beside me. I don't understand why the hens are so excited about castrating a rooster, just like now I don't understand why these ladies can chat next to me for forty minutes about what kind of clothes to wear when going out. My wife has learned bad things, Julian, this is all your wife and Sophia's fault." After Logan Hull watched his wife drive away with the car, a sincere expression finally appeared on his face, which was originally wearing a numb fake smile. He stretched out his hands, holding Colin with his left hand and Julian with his right hand:
"But it all ends well. Now, there are only three of us old guys left. Colin, you have to let Julian and I recover our numb brains."
Julian was a little uncomfortable, because this was only the second time he and Mr. Hull met. The last time they met was last Christmas, and they were not very familiar with each other. But obviously, in Logan Hull's eyes at this moment, he might already be considered a "friend" recognized by the other party?
Colin turned around and looked at the two old guys whose precious daughters were taken away by their two sons. "You know, I have long wanted to save my brain. Next, we are going to use alcohol..."
"Colin, Logan, I might have to go to Manhattan to meet a business person..." When Julian heard that Colin was going to take them both for drinks in the afternoon, he immediately decided to find an excuse to leave. He felt that being with these two guys who liked to drink was more dangerous than listening to a group of women discussing what to wear when going out.
When Colin and Logan heard Julian say that he had business to take care of, they didn't object, but they had regretful expressions that seemed more like polite perfunctory gestures.
"I found out yesterday that the location is about ten miles away from this manor, which suits our taste perfectly. There are drinks of various flavors, and barmaids who occasionally perform as strippers. There are many customers who enjoy themselves there, so we will definitely not get bored when we go there." After Colin greeted Julian, he turned around and excitedly told Logan Hull the information .
Julian was adjusting his suit and preparing to leave, but when he heard what came out of Colin's mouth, he hesitated.
Isn't Colin the recognized best man in the Hope Hill neighborhood of Warwick? Not to mention himself, even Otilia, his wife, and even Tommy have always said that this guy loves his wife deeply. Even after his wife died, he has never had any ambiguous incidents with other women. In Tommy's words, the craziest thing his father did in relationships with men and women was to use his hips that were trained by years of physical labor to seduce a female lawyer, trying to get the female lawyer to give him a discount price to help him bring Bethea back.
Now, with no one else around but three old men including himself, this guy unscrupulously revealed his true colors?
Drinks, barmaids... considering that this is Long Island, New York, where rich people live, Julian immediately imagined the scene of that club full of beautiful women and a life of decadence.
Moreover, his property in New York is in Manhattan, and he has no idea about the entertainment venues near Long Island. It seems that the two old guys, Hawke and Hull, often go to such places, so they should have the same tastes and hobbies, and it would be easier for them to become friends who trust each other.
"You know, Colin, I think if I don't want you to think I'm a killjoy, it's better for the old guys to act together, Logan?" Julian turned around and looked at the two of them with an inquiring tone.
Logan Hull laughed. "That's right, man. If you really leave, I will definitely tell Colin behind your back that you are boring and it's better not to invite you next time."
"So it seems like it's not too late for me to change my mind now?" Julian asked with a smile, spreading his hands.
"A wise choice." Hull patted Julian on the shoulder.
Colin looked at Julian suspiciously: "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure." Julian saw Colin's gaze and thought that the other party was guessing whether he was going to be an informant for the women, so he took the initiative to explain: "I have some places in Manhattan that I would recommend that might suit your taste, or rather, our taste. Do you want me to take you there to experience my taste first?"
Colin grinned and rejected Julian's proposal, saying generously: "No, I will pay for all the expenses this time, then Logan will pay next time, and then it will be your turn for the last time."
Julian did not refuse. He knew that Colin had registered several companies in his name and held some shares, so he was not short of money.
In fact, not only Colin, but even Logan and his Sea Line Shipping Company became richer by participating in some of Tommy's business operations.
For example, Tommy had flown there specifically to persuade him in person and introduced several new shareholders to Sea Line Shipping. Sea Line Shipping then held shares in several computer companies in Silicon Valley and later invested in the establishment of two subsidiaries. The president of one of the companies was Thomas Hayward, the 21st U.S. Navy Chief of Operations.
Sealine Shipbuilding had previously focused on the private yacht industry, but that did not mean it had no interest in becoming a contractor for the Pentagon's Navy Department. It had no chance of getting those big orders for the time being because it had no patents and background. But now, with the gradual prosperity of the computer industry, after combining computer patents with boat patents, and with the connections of the former Navy Chief of Operations, it did get some meager orders for the purchase of small Navy logistics boats. However, the income was just better than nothing.
If the result is just like this, it is not worthy for Julian to recognize Tommy as his future son-in-law. The most important thing is the follow-up. Although he cannot get orders from the Pentagon, in countries where KeyBank's charitable activities are popular, Sea Line Shipping can be packaged as a Pentagon contractor like Lockheed Martin and Raytheon, allowing corrupt officials who have benefited from KeyBank to rely on KeyBank's loans to purchase Sea Line Shipping's boats to improve the coastal defense capabilities of those small countries.
For the connections that had already been established during the charity event, the second cooperation would not involve any trust issues at all. Those officials would not have to pay themselves, and would have extra income in their pockets. They could also publicize the purchase of powerful American boats to enhance national defense capabilities and bring the country closer to the United States. There was simply no reason to refuse.
As for how that loan is ultimately repaid, who the hell cares?
Whether it was the international reputation of Sea Line Shipping or the money earned, Julian had no complaints about Tommy. This guy was the perfect son-in-law in his eyes.
As for Tommy's close relationship with other women without telling Otilia, you're kidding me. Which rich man would really stick with one woman his whole life? Without a few mistresses, how could he brag about his charm to his friends?
Look at Colin now. He was a typical good man before, but now that he has money, he has immediately turned into a man who knows all the high-end clubs.
So, the three old men got in Colin's pickup truck and headed straight for an entertainment venue that perfectly suited the tastes of these old guys.
But as the car drove farther away, the expression on Julian's face became more and more serious, because before, outside the car window were private estates and holiday villas in Long Island. Even in winter, the scenery was beautiful enough. But as time went by, the scenery outside the car window had become ordinary suburban houses, and the environment was getting worse and worse.
Originally Julian thought they were heading towards New York City, but now it looked more like they were getting farther and farther away from New York.
"Colin, are you sure you're not going the wrong way?" Julian asked.
Colin was sitting in the driver's seat, looking through the rearview mirror and said to Julian in the back seat: "Julian, you have to believe that men never need a guide in this kind of thing, and they certainly won't get lost."
"Well, it's your treat anyway, Colin." After getting Colin's affirmative response, Julian relaxed and picked up a magazine in the car to read it.
When the car finally stopped and Julian shifted his gaze from the magazine to the window, he realized that he had arrived at a town that didn't look good.
"Get out of the car, Julian. We're leaving." Colin and Logan excitedly opened the car door and got out, urging the hesitant Julian in an excited tone.
Julian followed the two people out of the car and looked around. Then this bad feeling became stronger, because he looked for a long time and did not find any signs of the park within his field of vision. The stores on the street were all messy and had names he had never heard of. There was even a dirty fast food truck selling fast food in the distance. Although the people queuing to buy were all white, they did not look like rich people.
This isn't the kind of livable town that rich people would choose. What kind of high-end club could be opened in such a place?
"It's right here!" Colin pointed at a black iron door that looked old and covered in rust. "Hurry up~"
Julian looked up and saw a wrought iron sign above the door: Milk Room.
"This name doesn't sound like... the kind of place I would imagine." Julian said suspiciously as Logan put his arm around his shoulders and walked inside.
Colin took the lead and pushed the door open and walked in: "Don't just judge by appearance."
As soon as the door opened, the pungent smell coming out almost made Julian faint on the spot.
Inside was a small bar that looked not only high-end but even mid-range. A group of big white men gathered there, playing billiards, watching TV at the bar, or sitting in booths, flirting with the barmaids who were walking around the bar serving drinks.
The reason why Julian almost fainted was that just a second before he fainted, he saw a bar girl who seemed to have lost the billiards game. She jumped onto the pool table amid the cheers of countless men and untied her bra, feasting everyone's eyes.
To Julian, who had seen big scenes, the pair of waves was definitely not attractive, but the two large white lumps that suddenly filled his eyes were like a shot in the arm, allowing him to find two points worth paying attention to before he fainted.
Looking at Colin and Logan next to him, it was like returning home, especially Colin. This guy actually took a deep breath in the bar, and then rushed directly to the bar which was full of various muscular white men with drunk faces. His actions were vulgar and impolite.
It was like foreplay without lubrication, just squeezed in directly.
Just when Julian thought that the big man next to him who had his drink spilled by Colin's violent movements would be furious, Colin had already taken out some change and threw it on the table, and his other hand had already rested on the shoulder of the big man next to him who was still bewildered: "Brother, do you have any recommendations for drinks here? Since I'm new here, I'm going to buy you a drink?"
"Frank! Two glasses of Hoboken specialty whiskey here! The stranger next to me treats you!" The big man heard Colin's words and shouted to the busy bartender.
Seeing that the bartender had no time to pay attention to him, the big man simply stood up and took two glasses of beer while the bartender was not paying attention. He gave one to Colin: "You buy the Millwater whiskey, and I'll buy you the rotten beer. Let's taste this rotten stuff."
"The alcohol content in this is even lower than the tadpoles in my seventy-year-old uncle's body!" Colin gulped down the alcohol, then gave his own evaluation of the big man: "It seems that the prices here are higher than Warwick. The boss needs to add more water to ensure that he won't be robbed of alcohol and have to close down."
At this time, a barmaid who had just returned from serving drinks also walked up to Colin and looked at the unfamiliar face: "Hey, new guy, what would you like to order?"
Colin roughly took out a pile of change and said to the barmaid who was at least thirty years old and wearing heavy makeup, "First, two glasses of Millwater whiskey for me, and...what's your name?"
"Little Finger Mickey." The barmaid said his name without waiting for the big man to introduce himself: "The man whose golf club is as cute as Little Finger."
"Bitch!" The big man named Mickey cursed, and the bar girl fought back fiercely, "The whole world knows that the safety T-shirt manufacturers can't make money from you even with the smallest models, Mickey! You'd better pray that they are willing to make children's clothes for you!"
After the two men finished cursing, Colin slammed his empty beer glass on the bar, making a loud noise to attract the attention of the drinkers, and then shouted: "Secondly! I want everyone here to taste the taste of rotten goods! This round! Colin Hawke, a country boy from Mount Hope in Warwick, Rhode Island, treats you!"
After shouting this, all the drunks in the audience cheered and raised their glasses to signal Colin. Some of those who were sitting close enough walked over and started a conversation with Colin.
"Logan, Logan..." Julian stared in amazement as Colin quickly integrated into the environment like a fish in water. He wanted to ask Logan beside him, but when he turned his head, Logan Hull, who was supposed to be beside him, had disappeared. Julian searched for a long time before he saw the guy holding a cigarette in his mouth, chatting and laughing with several big men in front of the pool table.
Julian walked over depressedly and borrowed some coins from Logan, then walked to the landline in the corner of the bar and wanted to call his driver to pick him up. The terrible environment here made him feel that staying for one more second would be torture.
But before he could throw the coin in, his butt was pinched hard. Julian turned around quickly and saw a heavily made-up barmaid winking at him and shaking her surging breasts vigorously: "You're well-maintained. Your breasts are firmer than mine."
"I...I'm sorry, what did you say?" Julian didn't respond casually because he was worried that the noisy noise would make him misunderstand.
The barmaid looked at the blond Julian, as if she had seen through him a long time ago. She seemed to be a little disgusted with Julian's reaction just now: "Don't pretend to be a virgin or a widower in front of me. That tone is disgusting. What do you want to drink, butt man?"
"Beer, thank you." Julian hesitated, held the receiver, looked at the other party nervously and said.
Seeing the other person staring at him, Julian put the coin back on the barmaid's tray. The barmaid looked at Julian deeply as if he was an idiot, then turned and walked towards the bar.
Julian recalled the scene of the woman in the turbulent wind just now , and suppressed the idea of asking the driver to pick him up, and decided to stay a little longer.
Although this place looked shabby and the women were a bit old, the vulgarity, boldness and coquettishness unique to the lower classes were something Julian had never seen in those high-end clubs before. At least before going to bed, the women in those high-end clubs would never look as revealing and bold as the women at this moment.
"You missed a great opportunity." A bald man in the booth next to him, holding a beer cup, mocked Julian, "Leddy is the most beautiful cow in the milk house, a man with a nice butt."
"I'm sorry, were you talking to me just now?" Julian sat down opposite the other person and asked curiously.
The bald man wiped the beer foam from his beard and said, "You should take advantage of this opportunity to drop the coin you used to buy the beer into her bra and verify which one feels better, her breasts or your butt."
"Coins? Twenty-five cents?" Julian said in shock.
"You don't have even 25 cents, do you? Poor fellow?" the big man said with a drunken smile:
"Twenty-five cents for a beer, plus a chance to enjoy extra benefits, it's a great deal. And that's Lady. Not everyone has the chance to receive benefits from her. You have to be pleasing to her. And you just successfully played the role of an idiot and lost this opportunity..."
Julian was shocked by the cost of this bar. He could flirt with the barmaids for 25 cents. "In a place like this, if you want to have a more intimate act with a woman, how much do you have to pay?"
"Country bumpkin, you've never been to a bar, don't you have a wife? Just enjoy your eyes here. After you touch or see the hard-on, you'd better go home and leave it to your wife. No extra charge, and your wife will love you more! Otherwise, if you want their help, you may have to be willing to raise a child with the barmaid who helped you, or your thing can withstand the fists of the husband of the barmaid you fucked." The big man looked at Julian with disdain: "How stupid do you have to be to be willing to have sex with a barmaid in a place like this?"
"I..." Julian didn't know what to say and wanted to get up and leave.
If it wasn't for the women, could it be that Colin and Hull were just liking the dozens of strong white men that filled the entire space?
Seeing Julian was about to leave, the drunken man staggered to his feet and called him to stop him. Julian watched as the man took out a beer from the pack of beer next to him and handed it to him: "Hey, country bumpkin with no money for a drink, let me, a rich man with two packs of beer, buy you one."
