"Don't think I don't know that you and that Bitchi have fooled around in the garage many times. Paul, you ****, we are finished, there will be no future..."
Philip, a 16-year-old black boy, was woken up early in the morning. He lay on the bed and sighed, staring at the moldy and yellowed ceiling, silently enduring the noise coming from the bathroom.
As soon as I turned over, I saw my 11-year-old brother Adams sleeping on the bed opposite. He was a mixed-race man with light skin. His brows were wrinkled on his fat face. The saliva from his half-open mouth had soaked half of the pillow.
Philip turned back in disgust.
At this time, the three-year-old sister, Kelly, who is black and yellow, started crying again. Her mother, Sophie, had to end the call and began to comfort the crying sister.
This home looks cramped, embarrassing and cheap from the inside out, even the family ties are the same.
Philip also has an eighteen-year-old adult sister, Catherine. When she heard the creak of the door opening downstairs, she knew that a bad girl who had not returned home all night was sneaking into the house with high heels.
"Bitch!" Of course Sophie heard it, and then there was the sound of pedaling down the stairs.
As expected, there was a quarrel downstairs.
Phillip endured the noise from downstairs, got up and started to wash up.
When he went downstairs, he saw a gorgeous black girl with signs of horizontal development sitting on the broken sofa in the living room. She was trimming her nails that could make a bloody hole while following Sophie who was busy in the kitchen.
bicker.
"Bichi!"
"Bichi!"
In the end, the mother and daughter ended the quarrel using the same English words.
"Oh, my baby Philip, come and sit here. Today we have the fruit salad and chocolate pie you like!"
As the 'pride' of the family and an top student who gets A's in every subject, Philip has always enjoyed Sophie's special care. Philip's plate usually does not have discounted or expired items from supermarkets, but occasionally fresh ones.
Vegetables and even 'expensive' luxuries like chocolate pie.
Under his mother's enthusiasm and his sister's eyes, Philip sat down at the dining table expressionlessly, and then saw his mother shouting upstairs again: "There is another lazy guy, come down and have breakfast, you can't catch the school bus.
Just walk to school for me!"
"Coming, coming!"
The 11-year-old brother Adams, who already weighed 170 pounds, was upstairs gibbering in agreement. Philip came downstairs only when Philip had consumed almost half of the food on the plate.
Adams was wearing a baggy school uniform with a fancy headscarf tied around his neck. He could vaguely see the GK gang logo, and Sophie's face darkened as soon as she saw it.
But this time she didn't reprimand, she just silently put the omelette on the plate, then went upstairs to bring down Mi Mi Hu Hu's three-year-old sister Kelly, and the family started to have breakfast.
When it felt right, Philip suddenly said: "Mom, I need some money!"
Everyone at the table was stunned.
Sophie waited a few seconds before asking: "How much?"
"100,000-meter knife!"
"How much!?" Sophie thought she heard wrongly, it was a ten-meter knife instead of a hundred thousand meter knife.
"100,000-meter knife!"
Sister Catherine shouted: "Aha, you have to apply for the Canaan game..."
Sophie: "Shut up... Philip, are you sure it's 100,000 meters?"
Philip nodded.
Sophie didn't reply to his words. She held her moving sister Kelly with one hand and dealt with the food on the plate with the other.
"$100,000, do you think this family is worth $100,000?" Sister Catherine made a sarcastic comment, "A top student? You can't even do such simple math?"
"I have a way!", his younger brother Adams took a mouthful of milk that was about to expire, wiped his mouth, and said with a smirk, "But I need this!" He gestured like a gun.
Phillip sighed, lowered his head, and pushed the remaining chocolate pie to his greedy sister Kelly.
"Seriously, my brother, 100,000 meters of sword is not impossible. Recently many niggas are talking about 100,000 meters of sword, 100,000 meters of sword. Our boss said he has a way..."
"Selling fans!?" Phillip asked in a weak tone.
"NO, go to Mexico..."
"Shut up!" Sophie exploded, "If you say this again, get out of this house!"
The boss was angry, and his sister Catherine was also embarrassed. The topic came to an end, and Philip got up and started preparing things for school.
Only then did Sophie pull him to the kitchen, "Is it because of the Canaan game?"
"Um!"
Sophie sighed, "That's not something you can ask for, Philip. It's Bai Lao's tool for ruling the world..."
"Canaan is a game for the Chinese."
"The Chinese are as bad as Bai Lao. They are fighting for world hegemony. No matter who wins, they will not have as good a life as us."
"Canaan is fair and just, controlled by the intelligent brain. The world view, gameplay, and professions are all performed independently and are not affected by offline influences..."
Sophie couldn't understand this, and she was a little impatient. If it were not Philip but any of her brothers and sisters, she wouldn't have the patience to talk such nonsense.
But when Philip talked about Canaan, his eyes lit up. The melancholic boy who was usually silent seemed to have changed into a new person, "And Canaan can make money, very profitable. As long as we become a player, mom, our whole family can escape this ghost."
In this place, Adams didn’t have to join gangs at such a young age. Those people took advantage of his young age to sell white powder in dangerous neighborhoods..."
"Yeah, yeah, are you talking about me? You don't need to worry about my brother, I am very satisfied with my current life..."
"Shut your X mouth!"
Sophie's patience ran out, "Give up, Philip, let's be realistic!"
Although he had no hope, Philip was still very depressed. Half an hour later, the family walked out of the house and stood at the door waiting for the school bus. His younger brother Adams pulled him aside and said mysteriously: "Seriously, how much can you give?"
cost?"
"What?"
"100,000-meter knife"
"I……"
"e on, that's 100,000 meters, 100,000!"
"What do you want me to do, sell fans? You can't make so much by selling fans, right? In Mexico..."
"No, you are my brother, why would I let you do such a dangerous thing?"
Philip hesitated and nodded.
"By the way, you can drive, right? That's good. I'll go find you later..."
Sophie had already looked over, and Adams patted his brother, smiled as if nothing had happened, and whistled to a hot girl passing by.
On the school bus, the three siblings got on the bus and were greeted by a burst of warm greetings. The elder sister, Catherine, sat among a group of beautiful black girls. The younger brother, Adams, was particularly popular. Even the bad boys in the senior class got up and fist-bumped with him.
He looked very happy.
Philip was a bit out of place. He was just an "honest student" and no one cared about him. In fact, if it weren't for his younger brother's face, he would have suffered more than just isolation.
Just because he has good grades.
Xiacheng District is notoriously dirty. The places where the school bus passes are full of tents set up by homeless people. There are graffiti and garbage everywhere. The roads are full of potholes due to disrepair. The school bus is driving very bumpy on it. Suddenly,
The driver suddenly braked, and it turned out that a zombie-like drug addict was blocking the road. He was hunched over, his head hung down, his dirty and long hair hanging down, and he didn't move for a long time.
The driver honked the horn impatiently, waking up the drug addict who was not sure whether he was high or not. He walked slowly and stiffly to a pile of debris on the side of the road, and made a thumping sound.
, fell down.
The driver and passengers in the car were not surprised.
As I was passing by the street, I saw a group of people with turbans guarding the back door of a nightclub. They lit a gasoline barrel and were throwing documents or something into it. Just a few dozen meters away on the main road, a police car stopped.
On the side of the road, two policemen, one black and one white, were eating breakfast while staring at the group of black boys.
The church is located behind the police car. It is a small building with an independent courtyard. It is probably the only clean and orderly place in the lower city. Even gang members rarely cause trouble nearby.
After passing the church, there is a gap between the streets.
There are fewer homeless people in the community here. The houses on both sides are relatively tidy. The lawns outside some doors have been carefully taken care of. There are cars parked at the door and in the garage. Regardless of whether they are dilapidated or not, they are no longer all black.
People of all colors are mixed, and there are shops along the way, but most of them are grocery stores selling second-hand items.
The community school is located in the middle of a grocery store. It is quite large. The buildings from the 1960s and 1970s are already as yellow and mottled as its history.
The school bus stopped at the door, and a group of half-grown teenagers got off the bus and walked into the school gate chatting with their friends.
A huge poster attracted Philip's attention. It was a CG picture of a character in the Canaan game. The painting was a magician. The background was a vast and mysterious jungle, which was full of mysterious eyes glowing red...
It is said that people are poor and have short ambitions. When a person's survival is a problem, who will care about anything else?
This may be the only Canaan poster in the entire Xiacheng District, and in a community where there are many wealthy people, Canaan elements are everywhere, and the mainstream media talks about Canaan all the time.
What negotiations hit a snag.
What yellow peril games, soft intrusions, tools used by the Chinese to rule the world, data and privacy security issues, Congress preparing to sanction Canaan Company, which congressman turned to support Canaan due to pressure from his constituency, etc.
There was a lot of confusion, but it was not until yesterday that the first batch of gaming helmets entered North America. The whole process was broadcast live on TV and online, attracting thousands of people. North American cloud players breathed a sigh of relief.
This started another quarrel over the ownership of this helmet, and the pre-sale price of up to 100,000 US dollars strangled the dreams of poor black teenagers like Philip in the cradle.
Very few people in school talk about Canaan. When they talk about it, their tone is the same as that of my mother, Sophie. The Chinese are very bad. They stole alien technology from us and now sell it to us at a high price. They are not just bad, they are downright bad.
That kind of bad...
You know Area 51? In fact, Bai Lao has had similar technology to Canaan for a long time, but he has not taken it out. Instead, he is secretly conducting human experiments. People who wear that kind of helmet will be put in a box. You think you are alive.
In fact, you have become a battery. The so-called game is a conspiracy. Their purpose is to turn everyone in the world into batteries. Only the rich and old people can breathe freely in the sun. Now there is more insidiousness.
of Chinese people.
Regardless of whether this kind of remarks cannot withstand scrutiny, they are still popular in Xiacheng District, and the few Asian faces in the school have been bullied to varying degrees.
The class was boring, and finally my brother Adams came to see me.
"Follow me!"
"Go there?"
"Cut the nonsense!"
At the back entrance of the school, a group of black boys similar to Adams were already waiting. A dilapidated Toyota pickup truck was parked on the side of the road. It was obvious at first glance that it was stolen.
"Drive, don't ask any questions!"
Phillip drove the car as he was fascinated by the lake, and pulled these half-grown black boys out of the lower city.
"No matter where you go, if you are stopped by the police, you will be in trouble."
Only then did his brother Adams give him an address.
"Why did you come here!?"
The destination was in a dark alley behind a commercial building, where an old black man wearing a flowered turban was waiting.
Adams said a few words to the smiling face, and Lao Hei waved his big hand and opened the iron door behind him.
Behind the door is a dilapidated courtyard. Inside, a white man is distributing clothes with various slogans printed on them to the black boys. At a glance, there are no less than 200 people.
Philip was a little disappointed, thinking that he was an "extra actor" in some demonstration again, but he didn't realize it until he saw the slogans on his clothes clearly.
"You are going to..."
"Shh!" Adams looked around and said, "Just wait and see what I think." He also patted the bulging part of his waist, revealing the dark gun handle.
Philip's heart began to beat wildly. After waiting nervously for more than half an hour, an old black man wearing black sunglasses, a big gold chain, and a big gold watch came in with people. Hundreds of people cheered and poured out of the courtyard, holding up various
Plant banners, shout slogans, and walk out into the alley.
The main road outside the alley has been blocked, and a team of more than 200 people blended into the huge parade and headed towards the warehouse of Canaan Company's North American Division where gaming helmets are stored.
"Be smarter later!"
"You are going to..."
"As soon as the gun goes off, you rush in. Whether you can get something or not depends on your luck."
Phillip looked around quickly, swallowed nervously, and nodded.
No less than ten thousand people surrounded Canaan Company's North America Division. The police station happily watched the Chinese people's jokes and basically did not intervene forcefully. This was originally a protest by game enthusiasts who were dissatisfied with the small number of player qualifications and the high price.
The activity changed its nature at the moment the gunshot was fired.
Afterwards, the FBI's investigation revealed that the security guard of Canaan's business unit fired first, and detained the suspect and the Chinese executives of Canaan's North American business unit. The first batch of 1,000 gaming helmets was looted.
Canaan Corporation subsequently denied these series of accusations, believing that this was a premeditated and organized crime and robbery. It deeply regretted the so-called investigation results and stated that it would make every effort to rescue the detained colleagues. It was even more firm.
Said that in view of the complex security situation in North America, subsequent pre-sale activities in the United States have been cancelled. As for when to resume, careful safety assessment is required...
