Chapter 63： : We are a charity

Pierce was taken aback by what he said, and then he laughed and pulled his clothes, "Hey! Dude, do you think I can't pay... Ya... Black... Poor?"

He originally wanted to talk about Asians, but when he thought that his boss was also Asian, he immediately changed the subject and wanted to talk about blacks, but the arm of the big brother in front of him was thicker than his calf. Unable to bear it, he blushed and changed his words abruptly.

I don't know if the black man is stupid, but after really looking up and down, he shook his head, "No."

"That guy, can you drive?" Pierce rolled his eyes and spread his arms.

The black man nodded, stepping on the accelerator, and shuttled through the traffic.

The Tenderloin is the poorest neighborhood in the city, with lots of adult stores and movie theaters. Drunkards, drug addicts and beggars are often seen on the road, and it is also a hotbed of various crimes. But it is on the edge of the tourist area and the commercial area, and the difference in wealth is very obvious and alarming. The law and order here is the worst, and most black immigrants or smugglers live here.

It is also the place where the most homicides occur.

The San Francisco Police Department even called it: "Thetrash! (Trash Can

The taxi passed the busiest street in the Tenderloin District. Pierce looked out of the car curiously, and saw a few cars with strange shapes driving slowly, "What are those?"

"Oh? That's a dung pickup truck." The black man glanced at it and paused, "Those homeless people defecate everywhere, and these trucks are used to clean up."

Pierce shook his face. He happened to see a homeless man in yellow clothes with a dirty head standing unscrupulously squatting and defecating on the street, as if no one was there. Obviously, although the people around him looked disgusted, but It's like getting used to it.

What the **** is San Francisco?

How is it the same as Africa and India?

creak—

The tire of the car crushed a glass needle tube, and the weight directly crushed the other side. The needle was still twisted, and it was obvious that the injection had just been used up.

"Sir, the total is 25 dollars." The black man pointed to the meter and motioned Pierce to read it for himself.

"Can you give me a business card? When the time comes, I can call you if necessary." After Pierce handed over the money, he saw the business card in the groove and said,

The Negro handed him one.

Nick Fury? !

Water?

Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Pierce stared at the other party in surprise for a few times, it was a bit similar.

Nick Fury was stared at by him, and he touched under the chair with his left hand. There was a wrench hidden in it, which he used to protect himself. The security in San Francisco is not very good. He frowned and urged, "Sir, you can Get out of the car."

"Oh, thank you, buddy." Pierce pushed the car door and got out. As soon as the door was closed, the taxi drove away quickly. He was stunned for a moment, and then saw a traffic policeman running over from a distance, obviously afraid of being fined .

San Francisco police...

It is also milder than the tax department.

Pierce carried his bag and walked along the familiar street. He remembered every scene here, and he would never forget it for a long time.

"767 Francis Street."

He stood in front of a residential house, the yard was already full of weeds, and the moss had climbed up the walls. A swing quietly waited for his master to come back, with loneliness.

"Excuse me... Who are you looking for?" Just as Pierce was in a daze, someone from the next door shouted loudly. He turned his head to look, with a smile on his face, "Mrs. Morse! Good afternoon."

The sunshine of his hometown San Francisco poured down and bathed him, and that smile was actually a little melancholy.

"You are?" Mrs. Moores, who is bloated, holding a broom, wearing beer bottle-thick glasses, and wearing a patterned dress, had a clue for a long time, and then covered her mouth and screamed loudly, "Ah! You are Pierce, my God Alex! Alex!" She shouted excitedly into the house, first there was a barking sound from inside, and after the door was opened, a golden retriever ran over, sticking out its tongue, and circled around Mrs. Moores, Then an old man ran out of it, just... holding a Remington M870P shotgun in his hand, but his legs and feet seemed inconvenient, and he wobbled when he walked.

"Hey, what are you doing, quickly put down your weapon." Mrs. Morse frowned and yelled, and disarmed the other party rudely, "This is Pierce! Have you forgotten?"

"Pierce?" Alex thought for a while, and then jumped on the spot, "Oh! Alexander Pierce? Are you back?"

Maybe he was too excited, the dentures just fell out.

"Mr. Alexander." Pierce passed his hand over the railing and shook hands with him, "I'm back."

"You're finally back, I thought you..." Mrs. Moores paused for a moment and didn't continue, but the meaning was obviously self-evident. She thought he died outside, and greeted him warmly, "Tonight I How about a party, my dear? It's to welcome back Pierce."

"Of course, you have the final say at home." Alex picked up his dentures and said with a smile.

For the invitation of decades-old neighbors, Pierce naturally would not refuse, nodded with a smile, and pointed to the house, "I'll go and have a look first." After speaking, he picked up his bag and walked over, and Mrs. Morse could be heard behind him conversation.

Lift the carpet on the floor, it hasn’t been cleaned for a long time, ants and dirt are infested, there is a spare key under it, Pierce is very nervous, he hasn’t been home for eight years, take a deep breath, open the door, it’s moldy The smell is strong and the ground is full of dust, but the arrangement is familiar.

"Honey, are you back?" A blond woman walked out of the kitchen with food and looked at him tenderly.

Pierce shook his head, closed his eyes and then opened them There was no woman in front of him, the kitchen was still dilapidated, but tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, his tone was a little sobbing, "I'm back Yes, dear."

former home...

Gone!

A soldier who had never cried before on the battlefield was crying loudly at this moment.

Perhaps, everyone has their own weak side, you cry not because you are not strong enough, but because you are human.

With red eyes, Pierce tidied up the inside and outside of the house, and mopped it clean. He was busy until the sun went down in the evening, and Mrs. Morse called him to go to the party, and he didn't put down the tools in his hand.

At Mrs. Morse's house, he saw many old neighbors as well as new neighbors, and everyone welcomed his return.

"Dude, I heard that you were outside before?" A black boy in hip-hop costumes looked familiar, handed him the grilled meat skewers, and sat beside him and said.

"Thank you, yes, I used to work outside..." Pierce took the barbecue and nodded.

"doing what?"

Pierce glanced at the other party. The black man lowered his head and gnawed on the meat skewers. This question seemed to be asked casually. He hesitated for a while and sorted out his words. .”

"It's so cool!" Who knew the black whistled and said excitedly, "Do you work for the United Nations?"

"No, no, no, we are a private charity, but unlike the United Nations shit, we are really for love and peace." Pierce said solemnly, and repeatedly emphasized.

"Then are you a profit-making organization?"

"We will never let dollars stain our souls!"

Pierce believed everything he said.

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