Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 213 Martin, the Traitor among the Blacks
There are actually not many family-friendly entertainment options during the winter holidays in New York. Many wealthy New Yorkers take their families on vacation to Miami, where the temperature can reach 27 degrees, or to Los Angeles, where the temperature is slightly lower.
Although Tommy could take his family back to the warmer Los Angeles, Tony could not go with them, so their activities were basically limited to the New York area.
In order to prevent Tony from dying of exhaustion in Ashley's bed, and to ease the relationship with his dear father-in-law, Tommy arranged a family hunting activity at the hunting ground in the southern part of Long Island. Before the convoy set off, Sofia received a call from Susan. Because Vanessa had taken a temporary leave, Susan was worried that she would be exploited as a free laborer by Spike Lee, so she flew to New York in person to supervise Vanessa. After learning that the reshoot of the film had been completed, she simply brought Vanessa to Mary Manor to visit Ottilia and Sofia.
Seeing the black and white mixed-race Vanessa, Dad Colin has already concluded that Tommy might be a female now, so he can do that to her.
Compared to Colin's displeasure, Otilia, Ashley, Bethia and other women were all surprised by Vanessa's appearance. They talked to her enthusiastically and inquired about gossip in the entertainment industry. After all, Vanessa is no longer an unknown person. Her first album won the platinum title and she is already a well-known young black female pop singer.
When they learned that there was going to be a hunting trip, not only the men but even the women were excited and treated the hunting as an outdoor camping activity.
Tony even called his white comrades who were on vacation, and after learning that they were more interested in alcohol at the moment, he called the black officers that Martin was responsible for entertaining and invited them to join in the hunting. The white people were not interested, but the blacks agreed and agreed to meet at the hunting ground in the southern part of Long Island.
So, in the main entrance parking lot of a private hunting ground in the southern part of Long Island, Colin, the father who was already a little unhappy about Vanessa's appearance, once again felt the urge that America needed the KKK to return to the stage.
The five low-ranking black naval officers were Tony's comrades-in-arms, and one black man was Tommy's bodyguard. If Colin didn't know the identities of these people, he would have thought that a nigger president of the United States brought five nigger military generals from the Pentagon to the Long Island hunting ground to announce the launch of a civil war between blacks and whites in the United States.
This nigga is so fucking generous that he used his own son's credit card.
Six people arrived in three stretched limousines, each car was equipped with a dedicated driver and bodyguard. As Colin expected, the bodyguards and drivers were all strong black men.
Not only Colin was shocked, but Tommy was also shocked. The highest rank of Tony's black comrades was lieutenant. The treatment Martin gave them made Tommy think that he was not receiving a lieutenant but a lieutenant general.
Those of us who came here to hunt were more like American people standing on the roadside saluting and lining up to shake hands with these black bosses.
It doesn’t matter. To gain something, you must lose something first, Tommy comforted himself in his heart.
He saw that those black officers were obviously very familiar with Martin. When faced with Tony's questions, they all expressed their praise for Tony's decision to arrange for Martin to entertain them during this holiday .
The proportion of black officers in the U.S. military will increase year by year. Although discrimination against people of color by white officers is still common in the military, Tommy knows that political correctness in the military will come earlier than in society. These black officers who have suffered discrimination but are more tolerant will also be regarded as excellent examples and role models for black officers because of this, and will be more likely to get promotion opportunities. White people will use these black people who are relatively pleasing to the eye to manage those who come later.
There is no harm in Tony having a good relationship with these black people. One day, he will command a warship independently, and he will have a few reliable black comrades around him, who will be able to manage the increasing number of black naval soldiers for him more conveniently than their white comrades.
Anyway, Martin had proudly boasted to Sophia that he made a lot of money from Spike, so all the expenses could be included in Spike's account. If it was not enough, he would be sent to an aircraft carrier to be a fucking inflatable doll to pay off his debts.
Martin might have figured out how not to burst the bubble he had created along the way, fearing that Tommy's racist father would be unhappy with him and ask him to wash cars, thus exposing his identity. So the first thing he did after getting off the car was to walk up to Colin in his dazzling brand name clothes, with a humble and proud expression. He grabbed the back of Colin's hand and kissed it: "My dear godfather, how have you been during these few days of vacation? How about I help you wash the car later? After all, every time I was short of money since I was a child, you asked me to wash cars for tips."
Then he immediately turned around and introduced the driver and bodyguard played by Black Fruit and the black navy officers: "Colin Hawke, the godfather who witnessed my baptism when I was a baby, is the most important and most respected man in my life besides my father."
Martin's expression stunned Vanessa. As roommates who had lived in the same dormitory, Vanessa was shocked that Martin and Tommy had such a close relationship. However, Susan glanced at Martin and gave the answer: "That guy is bragging in the gap, you'd better not expose him."
"How do you know Martin is bragging?" Vanessa whispered to Susan.
Her current agent is much better than Marc Warren, who only knew how to get her to sleep with the producer. Since following Susan, Vanessa has never encountered any harassment. Or maybe there was, but Susan blocked it all before she knew about it.
This also made Vanessa trust Susan's words 100%.
"Because I have never had such a crazy idea. At most, I regard Tommy as my godfather. How can a driver like him be qualified to be the godson of the boss's father?" Susan smiled and looked at Tommy who was admiring his father being stimulated by Martin, and said.
Vanessa followed Susan's gaze to Tommy, then looked back at Susan. She quietly observed Susan's expression, smiled gently and said softly, "Although I know that Miss Otilia Farrell is Tommy's girlfriend, but... there was a moment when I thought you might be a better match for him."
"You'd better not." Susan retracted her gaze and looked at Vanessa: "For a woman like me, if Tommy gave me a life like Otilia, I might hate him."
Before Vanessa could ask, Susan had already turned her gaze to Colin and Martin again.
When Colin saw Martin's nouveau riche behavior, he was ready to humiliate this guy and expose him by saying that he had ordered him to clean his car on the spot. However, he didn't expect Martin to say it first. What's more, this guy actually kissed the back of his hand. This action directly disrupted Colin's train of thought, and the only thing left in his mind was the impulsive emotion of "Where's my gun? I'm going to shoot this nigger who insulted me."
When he came to his senses and was about to lose his temper, Martin had already hugged Colin tightly and said in Colin's ear quickly and softly: "Mr. Hawke, everything is the boss's order. Those officers are also Captain Tony Hawke's comrades. I don't want to threaten you. I just want to remind you that if you expose me, both of your sons will be in big trouble."
"I..." Colin's ear was almost touched by Martin's lips. The corners of his eyes showed signs of widening, and the corners of his mouth trembled, and his teeth squeaked. But after hearing Martin's words, he finally tried to suppress his anger and said nothing. He just waited for the hug to end, and rubbed the back of his hand that was kissed by Martin.
After Martin and the other soldiers said hello to Tommy and the others and left, Hull approached Colin and said, "I think you might as well settle down in Hoboken. Anyway, that place is similar to Warwick, and the drunkards are grateful to you, Colin. After all, if the neighbors in Warwick knew that you now have a nigger godson, they could dig up the graves of your great-grandfather, grandfather, and father, and call them to get up and take you away."
Colin turned his head to look at Paige who was leaning against the front of the car and lighting a cigarette. Paige, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looked at Colin in confusion: "What's wrong, Mr. Colin Hawke, the godfather of the black Martin Hart? You may be the only member of the Ku Klux Klan with a black godson since the founding of the party. Today is the day you will go down in history. Congratulations."
"I want you to put all the stun guns on that cunning black man. If there is even a milliampere of power left in the stun gun after the hunt is over, I will let my son fire you! Old Page!" Colin said viciously.
Paige held a cigarette in his mouth, and although he had a stern face, he always felt that he would laugh loudly in the next second because Colin accidentally became the godfather of black people:
"I should have driven the mill from the manor here with me. When you go hunting, he will be in charge of grinding the mill. Connect wires at two points on his chest and the other end to the car battery. The battery will be discharged when the speed of grinding the mill drops below 20 kilometers per hour."
The group entered the hunting ground's preparation area, changed into hunting gear under the instructions of the staff, selected hunting weapons, and purchased hunting quotas.
Yes, although Americans may occasionally encounter animals while walking on the road, it does not mean that Americans who legally own guns can shoot animals. Shooting and killing an American wild animal without a hunting license and outside a designated hunting area may have more serious consequences than shooting and killing an American.
If a black man with a gun kills another black man in the street, if he has money to hire a lawyer, the lawyer may find excuses such as accidental discharge of the gun or mental illness to help cover up the matter. If the family of the deceased black man does not have enough money to hire a lawyer to fight the case to the end, they may not even have to go to jail.
But if a black man with a gun kills a wild deer or a raccoon on the street because he is bored and practicing his shooting skills, and if other people see him and call the police, and the court ultimately does not treat him as a poacher but instead classifies him as a simple killer of wild animals, then the best way for him to deal with it is to use the gun that killed the animal to shoot himself in the head.
If someone is defined as a poacher for illegally shooting wild animals, the only thing he or she will suffer is the revocation of his or her gun license and hunting license, and the payment of a large number of fines, which is considered a good outcome.
If the police and the court do not identify you as a poacher, then soon the local Wildlife Conservation Association, Fishing and Hunting Association, Hunting Grounds Federation and other groups and organizations will send their elite lawyers, who are paid high salaries all year round, to your door and use the person who shot the chicken to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, to ensure that he will definitely die socially in the local area, which is worse than going to jail.
When Tommy was in middle school, there was a white man in Warwick who didn't know if he had a mental illness. He ran to Kent Lake out of boredom and killed more than a dozen wild ducks. Because he didn't pick up the prey after killing them, the jury in court believed that his behavior was not poaching, but a more serious slaughter of wild animals. So those groups took turns to appear, and the final result was that his wife divorced him, and left him with her children because she could not bear the pressure, because even the children's classmates at school would laugh at them for having a murderous father who slaughtered animals and destroyed the living environment of wild animals in the United States.
Even the lower-class blacks would pay attention to this point. They would rather rob a convenience store at gunpoint and use the stolen change to buy a few hamburgers to fill their stomachs than go to the wild with a gun to shoot a couple of grouse and cook them.
But the United States is not too inhumane. If you want to experience the thrill of hunting, that’s fine, as long as you are willing to pay.
Many states have opened their own public hunting grounds, providing hunting services to American citizens with hunting certificates, and using animals unique to their state to attract guests from other states. For example, Oklahoma allows guests to hunt raccoons, West Virginia allows hunting black bears, Georgia allows guests to hunt coyotes, and Alaska allows guests to hunt reindeer. Each state has its own characteristics.
However, it is too naive to think that you can satisfy your hunter's desire with a hunting license. America is a capitalist country that emphasizes maximizing profits. For example, in the public hunting grounds in New York State, if you only have a hunting license and are so poor that you can only afford the entrance fee, then you'd better not dream of hunting wild animals such as crocodiles or bears, because most public hunting grounds have restrictions.
Because the hunting ground staff will tell you that in order to preserve the wild environment as much as possible, the hunting ground requires guests not to use modern rifles, but only old-fashioned shotguns, muzzle-loading rifles or hunting bows. Even crossbows are not allowed.
Imagine that you are holding a muzzle-loading rifle that is the same age as your grandfather's. When facing a wild crocodile or a wild boar, if you fail to kill it with one shot, the consequences may be more than just not having time to reload the second round of ammunition.
The most important thing is that there is a limit on the number of prey you can hunt, for example, you can only hunt two deer or three ducks a day, and you may have to distinguish between males and females. If you hunt the wrong sex, you will have to pay a fine.
If you want to hold a modern rifle and go on a massacre without quantity restrictions, the staff will kindly tell you that there are several high-end private hunting grounds near the public hunting grounds, with a wide variety of firearms, many types of wild animals, a large number of beasts, a large slaughter quota, and many accompanying professional security guards. Of course, you will have to pay more money.
Tommy and his friends are now in a private hunting ground. The prey ranges from wild animals such as wild boars and black bears to white-tailed deer, raccoons, turkeys, and rabbits. There are many kinds of prey. Since they are just here to relax with their family, they mainly hunt in areas with gentle animals such as white-tailed deer, turkeys, and rabbits.
After making sure that everyone had chosen a suitable firearm and was accompanied by a dedicated safety officer and trainer, a group of people entered the hunting area in a mighty manner. Most of the women stayed in the leisure area, busy setting up the grill, listening to Vanessa talk about the fun of filming the movie, and waiting for the prey to be delivered for grilling. Only Sophia, who was eager to try, carried a shotgun on her back, and Susan carried a rifle on her back and followed the men into the hunting area.
Tommy's father-in-law Julian was walking and arguing with his father Colin and Mr. Hull about who would get the prey first. Julian boasted that he had many years of experience in gun hunting and had hunted a lion in Africa. Colin boasted that he had won first place in a bottle shooting competition held in the Hope Hill Bar.
Hull revealed that Colin was only the second place. The real first place winner was blinded by the explosion of the first shot in the final and had to withdraw from the competition. Colin's result was not worthy of his reputation.
The three old guys were arguing, and Tony and Tommy were also making a bet. Tommy bet that the bodyguards brought by Martin would be the first to get the first kill, while Tony insisted that he and his comrades would definitely get the first place. Both sides put out two hundred dollars as a bet.
Tony said to his comrades, "Come on, let them see the difference between civilians and soldiers. If you get the first kill, I will pay the female soldiers' overnight stay for the next six months. Don't embarrass me in front of my brother."
"I think you shouldn't worry about being embarrassed, but worry that if the female soldiers hear what you say, they will complain about you for gender discrimination?" Tommy said with some surprise when he heard his brother's words of encouragement to his comrades.
"On average, two female soldiers jump into the sea every month. Do you expect them to swim back to Hawaii or complain to the mainland? Are they forced to jump into the sea?" A black officer said to Tommy, "Boss Tony asked us to be more gentlemanly. You know, there are few female soldiers on the ship. If you want to help each other in bed, if you don't want to force it, then in addition to saying a lot of sweet words, the most important props to increase the success rate are money or valuable gifts. In short, there are no women on the ship without money."
"To save my brother from embarrassment, maybe I'll consider sending a few strippers with VOX press credentials to the boat to play with you guys. Tony knows I can do it." Tommy said with a smile.
"Your brother is so cool." The black officer said to Tony.
Seeing that the boss didn't pay attention to Martin's fruit members, the head of the family, Martin, said to Drake and others: "You are now losers in the eyes of my half-brother Tommy. The only way to change his mind is to defeat those guys."
"We don't want to work for you anymore, Mr. Hart." Drake lowered his head and said in a low voice.
Martin widened his eyes: "What did you say?"
"We think you are a traitor to black people. You actually have a white godfather. And what did you just say? You and a white person are half-brothers?" Drake rubbed his face and said, "We are an organization spontaneously established to protect the dignity of black people, but you seem to be proud of being brothers with white people..."
"Don't you need money to protect the dignity of black people ? You have been protecting the dignity of black people for so long, but I am the only traitor in your eyes. I donated the largest amount of money to you for you and for all the black people in America. I suppressed my humiliation and dealt with white people! I am not close to them. Who will give me money? Without money, how can I make programs for black people to enjoy!" Martin twirled his fingers on his temples, with a righteous look on his face:
"Now, use your unfinished brains and think carefully about the following question: I, the black man who supports you with real money, and those black men who have enjoyed your efforts for so long but have not given you a penny, who is the traitor to black people?"
