"There are two girls up there, both tied up. One of them was cut with a knife and looks like she will die soon. The other one is not injured, but she is very scared." A team member approached the captain with a broken arm and reported in a low voice.
With.
"Then why don't we get them together and send them to the hospital?" Captain Broken Arm looked at his team members in confusion.
"Hey... I wanted to do it, but they were all naked. I tried it, but I didn't know where to hold it." The team member was a little embarrassed and explained in a low voice.
"Stop pretending to be young, you and me, didn't you just sleep here with a girl in your arms a few days ago? You were all wearing clothes at that time?" Captain Broken Arm got angry after hearing this, and scolded and greeted him.
The wild cat went upstairs to rescue people.
"Yellow-skinned monkey, let me go. If you dare to shoot a white man, the sheriff will hang you, and you, you damn yellows..." Zheng was stepped on by the captain with a broken arm.
It was Simon, and the one who was shot in the leg by the security team was his younger brother Evans. At this time, Simon was already mostly drunk. Although he felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere here, he still treated these few people.
Asian people dressed in colorful clothes yelled and cursed.
"You have the guts! I am the Sheriff. If the girl above is really killed by you, then I congratulate you. You will be hung from the crane in the port. I count, you should be the fourth one
, or he was the fifth person to be hanged somewhere, yours
The last one killed an Asian miner in the mine. His crime was intentional homicide, a capital crime!" Captain Broken Arm kicked Simon in the mouth, temporarily interrupting his curse. Then he bent down.
, said with the barrel of the gun in his hand pressing against Simon's temple.
"He killed him, it's none of my business... I just watched from the side, I didn't do anything..." Another American miner who came with Simon next to him finally remembered what their leader said to them on the ship.
Repeated advice: Don’t discriminate against people of other ethnic groups. Never do it. Even if it’s discrimination, don’t say it out loud, let alone take action!
"It's not up to you to say this. I'll ask later who did it. You can..." Captain Broken Arm stopped mid-sentence on the stairs.
"Oh...poor child. It didn't work. They cut off both of her vaginas." Wild Cat slowly walked down the stairs, his hands covered with blood.
"Gao Bin, take people back first. Wildcat. Wait until those two girls get better. Let them come to the security team tomorrow. I need to ask what happened. Also, I need to send someone to the second floor to ask.
Ask the people in other rooms to see what they know." When Captain Broken Arm heard the news, the flesh on his face twitched, and then he began to arrange tasks, and took the remaining security team members upstairs in person.
Went to inquire about the case.
"These boys are going to be in trouble. Pam, you've been here the longest. Will they really be hanged?" A black miner quietly asked his companions.
"Definitely. When I first came here the year before last, two white men beat a miner to death in the south. He was hanged from a crane at the dock the next day. The body hung there for more than a month. These Chinese people were very unhappy.
Very different from the Chinese in San Francisco. I heard that their country is just north of the sea. The company employs many people from their country. You forgot about those repairmen?
Railway workers? They are workers there, I think they are the army, but they don’t have guns, who knows if they have guns.” The middle-aged black man next to him, named Pam, spoke to the young black man in a low voice in black-specific English.
He talked about things he had seen before, and because of his thick black accent, he was not afraid that the white people and Asian people in the drink would understand what he said.
"But they don't care about us black people. As long as we do the same work and get the same wages, I'm already learning how to operate a big machine with my little master. He said that when I learn how, my wages can be doubled." Young
The black man talked about wages and smiled with his snow-white teeth.
"You should continue to go to school, kid. It's a pity that we black people don't have this blessing. When your mother asked me to take you out, she just wanted you to leave that damn neighborhood, where you could only learn to steal things and fight, and in the end you were killed by white people.
The police will beat you to death, and this is our fate." Pam was a little depressed. He looked at the happy young black man in front of him and couldn't help but think of his own youth.
"My little master said that I can apply for immigration and live in their country. He said that there are many big farms in his hometown, and several families farm together. There is too much cotton to harvest, and they all use machines to harvest it.
, where there are no white police officers, and their home
All the children over there must go to school, and the government will fine the parents if they don't go to school. I want to take my mother over there, and my two younger brothers, who are still at school age." The young black man did not recognize Pam.
Even though I am sad, I still look forward to my dreams.
"Jin from the same mining area as me seems to have already applied for the immigration you mentioned. I'll help you ask him. Once you learn the big machine, you can support your family. I just don't know how long this mine can be mined.
, if the white people here know that they are killing white people, it is hard to say whether they will seal this place down." Pam was still a little worried.
"My master said that white people are not scary. There are white people in their cities. He said that white people love to go to church and are no different from them. I want to be a soldier wherever I want. My master said that in their country, everyone has to
If they can stay in the army as soldiers, their wages will be higher than those who operate big machines, and they won’t have to buy a house, they won’t have to spend money on medical treatment, and they will still have a pension when they get old.” Young black people’s thoughts have changed from machines.
Switched to serving as a soldier.
"Can black people be soldiers?" Pam was a little surprised.
"My master said yes, but he said my culture was not enough. He gave me this book and asked me to learn the characters on it. These are the characters of their country. I can understand the English on the bottom, but I can't read the characters on the top.
Understand, I have been studying for a week and only learned 3 words. Do people in their country know these words?" The young black man took out a book and handed it to Pam.
"It should be. Look at the words in this wine. In addition to English, there are also their words. Don't be afraid of difficulties. My child, you are still young. For the sake of your mother and brother, you have to learn it. Do you still want to go back to San Francisco?
?" Pam flipped through the book at random. Except for the two English words for middle school on the cover, he couldn't understand any other words.
"I like that girl in the hospital. Her eyes are beautiful. She looked at me and smiled last time. Pam, do you think I can go find her?" the young black man whispered to Pam.
"Go, kid, buy some clothes and dress decently. Those girls don't want you to dress dirty. Last time I went to get an injection, they laughed at my hair, saying it looked like it was not washed."
Pam finally showed a smile. In fact, he was living a good life here. Most black people like him had never read books and were working in the mines.
They can't find a better job, so they can only do work that requires physical strength, but they don't feel tired. They go to work, get off work, drink, and go swimming at the beach every day. Although this monotonous life is boring, they don't gain much.
At least, if you work here for a few years, the salary you save will be enough to buy a small house back in the United States.
As the night progressed, there were fewer and fewer people in the wine room. In addition to human life, the strippers also stopped performing, and everyone slowly dispersed.
At noon the next day, people who had just had lunch heard the sharp whistle coming from the pier. People who have lived here for a long time knew that this was the port security officer who was anxious for everyone to go to the pier. This kind of emergency
The sound of the whistle does not mean that something good is going to happen. It often means that someone is going to be hanged on the dock again.
The captain of the Broken Arm is Zhang Changgen. He is 37 years old and is from Taichung, Taiwan. After graduating from the special school in the suburbs of Taipei at the age of 22, he joined the Federal Ministry of the Interior and became a field agent. After two years of
train him
He was sent to the Philippines to join the guerrillas of the then "Filipino Organization". During an ambush on the local guerrillas, he was hit by a bullet in his left forearm. Due to the seriousness of the injury, he was forced to choose amputation. (
