Bright skylight brings warmth and a sense of security.

Martin ran around the Clayton community at a constant speed. After his leg injury recovered, he began to exercise in a planned way. If a poor man wants to be successful, he must have a good body.

What if you are attracted by a rich woman and your body cannot keep up? You will miss the opportunity in vain.

A rolling shutter door opened, and Scott Carter came out of the grocery store with seaweed in his mouth and a wine bottle in his hand. He spat out the seaweed with only his butt left, and shouted to Martin: "Sabi, aren't you tired? You have to understand.

enjoy!"

Martin didn't bother to talk to him and just gave him the middle finger.

Why exercise? Of course it is for future enjoyment.

In the group of actors he was in when he was drifting, there was an old man with a body that was like an animal. He fucked him n times a night, and the woman cried and begged for mercy.

Who doesn’t envy and envy?

After going back and taking a quick shower, Martin went to Carter's house next door to have breakfast.

Lily and Hall packed their schoolbags and got ready to go to school.

Elena brought an omelette sandwich, and while Martin was eating it, he asked Harris, who was flipping through a book: "Aren't you going to school?"

Harris said: "I am preparing to apply for college, and studying at home is 200% more efficient than going to a shit public high school."

"I wish you good luck." Martin finished his breakfast, took out the tips from last night's harvest from his pocket, and threw them to Elena: "My food expenses."

Elena was surprised: "Idiot, are you crazy? Did a nigger hit your head?"

Martin drank milk without looking up: "I found a new job as a bartender at the House of Beasts."

Lily suddenly interrupted: "Why not a gigolo? I'm going to secretly save money and sneak away to see your bare butt."

"Didn't you see it?" Hall said deliberately: "A few nights ago, you hid in the bathroom and watched Martin and Elena on the coffee table..."

Lily said harshly: "Idiot, I'm studying why Elena screams loudly. Do you understand academic research?"

There were two bangs, Elena suppressed it with an iron fist, Lily and Hall covered their noses, and they were all honest.

Martin drank up the milk and said to Elena: "I plan to buy a second-hand car, let's go together?"

Elena picked up a chastity ring and put it on the ring finger of her left hand: "I went to the Methodist Church in the morning to help. The Methodist Association recently joined forces with the Atlanta Methodist Church to promote female chastity and conservatism. The free lunch provided was very generous.

.”

The first time Martin heard the name: "Methodist?"

Elena simply explained: "This shitty conservative organization comes from the same origin as the Methodist church that flaunts its compliance with the rules, and its ideas are just as fucking conservative!"

Martin understood: "So you put on a chastity ring?"

Elena said: "I don't trust anyone who provides a lot of free food. If the church provides free food around the clock, I can wear damn chastity pants."

Lily wanted to interrupt again, but Martin was already on guard: "If you don't want to be beaten like a pig, just shut up."

Elena asked: "You found a new job, let's have a party to celebrate?"

"When I'm done with this, call your friends and drive in my backyard." Martin pointed to the rented house: "Recently, I always feel that James is not very quiet lying down there. Ask more people to sit on James' head.

Dance, if he sees us living a happy life, he will definitely stay in hell with peace of mind."

Elena nodded: "I asked Monica and the others to come over."

Martin called Bruce and met him in the south of the community. The two had made an appointment to go see the car together yesterday.

Vincent-Lee's family is involved in many businesses, including a second-hand car dealership. Bruce is Vincent's crony, and he can get a commission for introducing business to the car dealership.

Among the several cars recommended by the salesman and Bruce, Martin chose an old Ford. The price of $4,500 had to be paid in installments, of course.

No matter how cheap it is, he is worried that it will break down on the road.

After paying a down payment of US$900 and completing the formalities, the two went to the gun store.

Martin has no bad record and will definitely buy legal firearms.

The gun store has second-hand guns for sale, including 80% new Glock 17s and treasure hunters from Tao Warehouse.

Bruce took it apart and inspected it carefully, and suggested that Martin buy it.

The pistol comes with two magazines, including the holster and maintenance oil, plus 100 rounds of ammunition, for a total of $380.

Georgia has relatively loose gun control, and applications for handgun licenses are very fast. According to gun shop owners, the state government has even discussed a bill to carry handguns without a license or concealment.

Entering the small shooting range provided by the gun store, Martin took out two 5-dollar bills and handed them to Bruce.

Bruce put it away and said with a naive smile: "I'm yours before going to work tonight."

Martin reminded: "Man, you are a civilized person, and I must also be a civilized person and don't say words that can easily be misunderstood."

Bruce removed the magazine and asked, "Ever used a gun?"

Martin shrugged: "Another kind of gun. I have fired tens of billions of bullets, but this one has never been used."

Bruce started teaching by switching the safety and loading the bullet, while reminding Martin: "Don't forget the poster you promised."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Martin pressed bullets into the empty magazine: "Isn't it just a big butt? In the future, I will find you a female star with a bigger butt than Scarlett Johansson."

Bruce took the money and taught very seriously, and Martin also studied very seriously.

Not only survival skills, but also fighting for roles can be used.

When Professor Bruce was shooting, he first explained the essentials of the action, and then demonstrated it himself. He moved quickly and with good marksmanship, and the gun hit the target ten meters away.

Martin put on earplugs and fired several magazines one after another. At least he knew what pistol shooting was like.

As for marksmanship, we can't talk about it yet.

"For the sake of letting me make money, here are some words of advice." Bruce pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "When you meet a black scumbag from the south, just like last night, don't hesitate to show that you have a gun.

It can ensure that we continue to be civilized people."

Because of what happened last night, Martin made up his mind to buy a gun and a car. He immediately responded: "I will learn from you to be a civilized person, except for the poster."

Bruce can do things like soaking a Scarlett poster in bath water and drinking it. It's so civilized.

Bruce added: "When the police come to check you, if you have not committed any serious crime, you must do what the police say. Don't even think about touching the gun. You trash rookie will be emptied of bullets by the son of a bitch."

Martin has seen too many videos of this and said: "I won't give that son of a bitch a chance."

Bruce said the last point: "You are a rookie and you can't scare people. When the other party still has a gun, quickly find a way to escape."

Martin smiled and said: "I will run away like shit, and then I'll ask you, an old bird, to get me back."

Bruce sighed: "Now is the era of civilized people. I remember when I first left the army, I dared to hold an AR and shoot at people from other gangs. I was really stupid at that time and didn't understand that my life was my own."

Martin asked: "Been in the military?"

"In the 1990s, I was stationed in the UK." Bruce said, "I was forced to retire."

Martin was a little curious and asked: "Why? If it's inconvenient, just pretend I didn't ask."

Bruce laughed naively: "There was a British soldier who lost a bet with me and didn't pay the chips. Don't the British call themselves civilized gentlemen? I used a civilized way to collect debts. Well... I stuffed a mortar in his butt.

Cannonballs.”

Martin praised: "Can I comment? You did a great job!

Bruce asked: "You think it's civilized too?"

Martin clenched his fist and touched Bruce: "If you have this opportunity again, call me!"

Bruce is a talented person, and there is no harm in building a good relationship with him.

In the next two days, Martin practiced shooting for an hour during the day, read recruitment information in newspapers, looked for suitable opportunities, and went to work in a club at night.

He can earn about $20 in tips every night, and if the club has more customers, this number can easily double.

However, there are rarely more than 50 customers present at the Beast House at the same time.
Chapter completed!