Chapter 9 Opening the Treasure Box Simone also picked up two donuts from the soup kitchen on another street. The two exchanged food and sat on the roadside. At around nine o'clock, there were not many vehicles or people in Los Angeles, and it was still sparsely populated. Many homeless people were seen pushing their carts and wandering around. Some people were dazed, stopping every three steps, and their walking posture was like a tumbler or a zombie. It seemed that they were too high and have not recovered until now. Police officers from the South District Police Station also began to take up their posts, knocking on the homeless people's tents one by one with batons, posting warning signs if no one was there, and forcibly evicting the homeless who were blocking the main road. The main streets of Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Avenues are notoriously homeless, with hundreds of streets filled with homeless people. Just like there are more gang conflicts in Block 13, even fully armed police officers dare not walk in the alleys over there, because they come out with holes all over their bodies. This is not a bustling main street. It is located in the slums in the southern part of Los Angeles, but it is less than half an hour's drive from the city center. As the second largest city in the United States, Los Santos is well connected, with nearly 50,000 streets in total. Rich people and celebrities basically only buy and live in Beverly Hills, Santa Monica sea view villas, Manhattan Beach in southern Los Angeles, the wealthy area of ​​Brentwood, the Seville Beach residential area, and the Corona Crown area, staying away from ski row.

Those who have a little more means have also moved to the city center and other urban areas, such as the famous Hollywood Walk of Fame, Sunset Boulevard, Perot Boulevard, Draco Boulevard, West Hollywood, etc. In any case, they will not stay in the slums in southern Los Angeles. The poor streets are full of homeless people and drug addicts. The local neighborhood is economically depressed, with fewer taxpayers, and the police resources will also be relatively reduced. When the crime rate in the area continues to rise and the place is in chaos, there will be even less capital willing to invest in opening stores to provide jobs, which will then create an irreversible vicious cycle. The poor get poorer and the rich get richer. Walking on the streets of Los Angeles, you will often see that the prosperity of two places is completely different just across the street. The street is full of luxury cars and rich houses, with people living in luxury and extravagance. Police cars and police dogs are everywhere, and there is a sentry every three steps and a sentry every ten steps. The order is in good order. Another street was full of drug addicts and homeless people, with garbage everywhere and a foul smell. The gangsters are shooting guns every day, and the bullets just grazed your scalp. …… "I don't like cream ice cream. It will make me fat. I need to manage my body shape. I'll give it to you." Simone saw that Zhang Ailan finished the ice cream cake in no time and seemed to like sweets very much, so she gave him her share as well. "Thank you, sweetheart." Zhang Ailun saluted her with a serious expression. I have only eaten two meals since yesterday, and my protein and calorie intake is seriously insufficient. If I want to maintain my perfect figure with low body fat percentage and exert stable combat effectiveness, I must ensure my nutrition is balanced. This cake came at the right time. Although it was all junk food, it was better than no nutrition at all. It has to be a female donor! "I have to go to work. Bye Alan." Simone finished the relief meal that received a rating of four and a half stars and was in a good mood. She left her social ID with Zhang Ailun, waved goodbye, and left on her bicycle. "Goodbye, Simone." Watching this hardworking girl leave, Zhang Ailun also had a good impression of her. Of course it's not just because she has a great body and a beautiful butt.

I admire her positive, optimistic and cheerful spirit, which is very rare among the homeless people. After finishing his meal, he flattened the Coke bottle and put it in his pocket, ready to go about his business. A homeless person should look like a homeless person. Walking and shopping, Zhang Ailun came to the 24th Avenue alley mentioned in the daily news. The information displayed on the mobile phone is still there and can be consulted, which means it has not expired. Zhang Ailun had already made full preparations to search for the body, but when he arrived here, he found that the entrance of the alley was full of people, with two police cars and warning tape. Realizing that something was not right, Zhang Ailun immediately stopped by the roadside and asked a homeless man named Lao Hei nearby what had happened. He told me that there was a street fight nearby. A few white guys came here on motorcycles last night and hired the homeless guys to fight for a hundred dollars. The winner would get a hundred dollars. However, someone accidentally used too much force and injured someone, which eventually resulted in the death of a homeless man and injuries to many others. This incident also alarmed the local police, but their purpose was not to hold anyone accountable, but to cover up the facts, dispose of the body, and suppress rumors. The death of a homeless person is nothing. But the homeless guy who accidentally killed someone was pretty awesome. It could also be because most homeless people have smoked too much, their physical fitness is extremely poor, their minds are not clear, and their bodies are as fragile as glass. "Thanks, man." Zhang Ailun thanked him, turned around and left, feeling lucky that he didn't come here to touch the body right away, as it would have been troublesome if he was chased by the police and asked for his identity. We walked and stopped slowly and arrived at the Carnation Club at 134 Wapson Street. The facade looks ordinary, and the paint on the sign is even peeling, but you can only go in at night to explore and understand its charm. It was obviously closed during the day, with only the cleaner in charge of cleaning, who carried a pile of garbage, paper balls, small umbrellas, and wine bottles and dumped them into the trash can in the back alley for sorting. Zhang Ailun turned into the back alley and saw that someone had already occupied the territory here. There were a few homeless people gathered outside the alley, smoking and looking confused. All the household belongings were placed in the small cart next to it, along with several bulging garbage bags. Judging from their enjoyable mental states, it was obvious that these were not normal cigarettes, they must have been spiked with something. Zhang Ailun pretended not to see anything and walked past them into the alley. "Hey, man, didn't anyone tell you that this is our territory?" Several homeless people saw that Zhang Ailun ignored them, and he was an Asian face they had never seen before. He turned his head to look at each other, then threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stomped it out with his foot. Several people surrounded him. He waved his hand to drive him away, "Get out of here!" "Homeless people are trying to learn from gangs to establish territories and identities. It's really hilarious." Zhang Ailun laughed.

"What did you say? Man! Say it again!!" The bearded tramp straightened his hat and walked over aggressively with bloodshot eyes. Relying on his height advantage, he looked down at him, pointed at Zhang Ailun with his dirty fingers, and poked at his chest, "Get out of here! This place has been ours for a long time." Zhang Ailun slapped his dirty hand away and grabbed his collar without saying a word. It seems that the other person is just wearing thicker clothes, and his weight is probably less than 150 pounds. Weak ones can. He crossed his steps and threw the man over his shoulder, using his strength to violently flip him over! The homeless man screamed and knocked over the trash can. "What do you want to do? Fight with me?" Zhang Ailun rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists. His terrifying forearm muscles squirmed as he exerted force. "Come on! Let me see what's so powerful about you street drug addicts." His tone was full of arrogance. This scene also instantly woke up the homeless men whose brains were filled with leaves. "Ok! This place is for you! We'll leave soon, man!" He turned around, helped his people up and wanted to escape from here. They had no intention of causing trouble, they just wanted to chase the man away. They would have a hard time beating a normal person, let alone a man with such exaggerated muscles. His thick wrists and low body fat percentage make him look intimidating, but his explosive power makes him look like he can kill someone with one punch! "stop." Zhang Ailun didn't intend to let them go easily. He pointed at the bags in their hands and then at the overturned trash can. "Pick it up! Go pick up the bottles for me!" On the second day on the West Coast, I beat up a local white man. Oh my god, this Asian guy has a really bad temper! ! In order to avoid being beaten, the homeless people also began to help him pick up bottles. Zhang Ailun watched their skillful movements and realized that these guys were all talented. Especially the guy who looked very tall and had a bad temper, at least meters tall, with an untidy beard, and looked very intimidating. We didn't make things too difficult for them. After they emptied the trash cans and filled the bags, we gave each of them one dollar as a reward. Money is, of course, the spoils taken from the other party's pocket. Zhang Ailun only had one cent in his pocket, so there was no way he would be willing to give it to others. Now the money has been returned to its original owner, and they have also received all the bottles themselves. Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand. Typical street bully behavior. I have seen people robbing money and people, but this is the first time I have seen people robbing both garbage and money. (End of this chapter)