The man in the jacket took a few steps forward and stood in front of the half-meter-high barbed wire fence. After confirming that he had identified the right person, he said, "I am Bruce, boss Vincent's subordinate."

Martin was recalling the details of the loan shark and asked: "Is something wrong?"

Bruce pressed his hands on the old barbed wire: "I heard that old bastard Jack Davis ran away. The boss asked me to inform you. Don't forget the debt you borrowed. You have to pay the first installment next week."

The debt was borrowed personally by his predecessor, Martin Davis, and Martin could only deal with it hard: "It's not overdue yet."

"A friendly reminder, be prepared." Bruce took back his hand, wiped off the rust, grabbed the belt and pulled up his pants, and parted his jacket to both sides, revealing the pistol under his arm.

He said with a naive smile: "Don't worry, we are all civilized people in the Beast House, and the boss has always taught us to abide by the law."

Martin glanced at the pistol, and his first thought was to run away.

The normal operation of not being able to repay debt is not to sell oneself, but to run away.

But how can you run away without money?

Martin remembered what Elena had said and asked: "Man, do the gigolos in the House of Beasts make a lot of money?"

He remembered that gigolo was a legal profession and he could make money to support himself without being shabby.

"I'm lucky, I can collect a lot of tips every night." Bruce looked at Martin carefully. He had a well-proportioned figure and outstanding appearance. He smiled more honestly: "The House of Beasts has just opened and is in need of people. You know the place. I want to be a gigolo."

Just go over there. You're in a good position. Middle-aged women who are crazy about being horny like you. Man, you can make a lot of money."

Can it be used as an alternative? Martin said vaguely: "I'll consider it."

Bruce got in the car and left.

There were sounds from the yard next door. That little kid Hall-Carter was still digging a hole.

Martin is going to ask the house repairman to collect his salary and solve the urgent problem of food. Although the soft rice is delicious, if it takes a long time, he will not be able to eat it in the future.

Recalling it carefully, the office of Max, the home repairman, is a bit far away from the Clayton community. It takes a long time to walk there. His leg injury has not healed and he cannot walk for a long time continuously. If the injury worsens, it will cost more money.

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The only option is bus.

Public transportation in Atlanta is terrible, but there is a bus from the Clayton neighborhood to the street where Max's office is located, and the one-way ticket costs fifty cents.

Martin took out his wallet, which was empty. With the little money left, Harris bought him some medicine.

Dr. Bill only prescribed veterinary medicine, and Martin didn't dare to take it even if it was given to him for free.

Looking next door, Martin gave up the idea of ​​robbing the kid and went back into the house to search, only to find a quarter.

Martin remembered that Elena's father, Scott, opened a grocery store and collected stolen goods and scraps. He couldn't help but look at the wooden house.

There are only the most basic old sofas, low wooden tables, broken wooden beds, and slightly valuable furniture and appliances, which have long been moved away by the Carter family in exchange for money.

The remaining items were not only broken, but also heavy.

Martin had an injury on his leg, and it was unrealistic to carry the sofa and table to sell. He took out a pair of pliers with damaged insulation from the drawer of the low wooden table, went to the side of the yard close to Carter's house, and cut off the rusty wire mesh fence.

, rolled up.

The barbed wire had many sharp ends and was inconvenient to pick up. Martin returned to the house and rummaged for a while before pulling out a rope from under the bed.

"Is it okay to sell the Carter family's barbed wire fence to Scott Carter?" Martin thinks it's not a big problem. Many houses in the community have similar fences.

Suddenly there was a scream next door, and the voice sounded like Harris.

Martin hurried out and walked quickly towards Carter's house.

In the yard of Carter's house, a bicycle lay crooked on the ground. There was a pit next to the front wheel, and fine soil was falling into the pit along the collapsed cardboard.

Harris sat on the ground, covering one arm, and tears of pain flowed out.

Hall Carter, who was only ten years old, stood in front of him and taunted: "Trash, get up quickly, don't be such a wimp!"

Harris shouted angrily: "Shut up, idiot! There is a 90% chance that my left hand is broken!"

Hall's tone was a little weaker: "I just made a joke with you and made a little trap. You are too soft..."

Martin saw someone with a broken forearm when he was a substitute. When he arrived, he took a closer look and said, "Unlucky guy, you hit the jackpot. Your left arm is broken."

"Damn it!" Harris' head was covered in sweat from the pain.

Hall felt guilty, stepped back, and sat down on the ground.

Seeing that Harris had no other injuries, Martin said, "You need treatment. I'll take you to Dr. Bill. You said he has excellent medical skills."

Harris' face was full of horror: "Bill can't heal broken bones, so the probability of me becoming disabled if I seek treatment from him is as high as 100%."

"The Carter family will receive an additional subsidy for the disabled!" Martin added the knife at the right time and reminded: "Don't move your left arm."

Rapid footsteps sounded, the door creaked open, and fourteen-year-old Lily Carter ran out and asked: "What did you two idiots do? Hall, how did this damn pit come about? You coughed up the earth.

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Martin interrupted: "Go and tell your sister that Harris broke his arm."

"I'm going to borrow the cell phone from Mrs. Wood." Lily ran diagonally across the street.

Martin deliberately spoke to distract Harris: "Come back so soon?"

Harris gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Cole has something to do and is not at home."

Within a few minutes, Lily ran back with a cell phone and said, "Elena borrowed the car and is on her way back."

When Hall heard Elena's name, he put his hands on the ground and rubbed his butt back little by little, trying to get away.

The place where Elena does odd jobs is not far away and she will drive back soon.

I came back in such a hurry that I didn’t even change the pants I was wearing as a teddy bear doll.

After discovering Harris' situation, Elena took out her wallet and looked at the money first, and took out a few 1-dollar bills, 5-dollar bills, and two 20-dollar bills. She was so anxious that she said, "Don't worry, I'll think of a way, I can think of a way!"

There must be a way!"

Martin had just had free meals for a week and patted her shoulder: "Give me the car keys."

Elena subconsciously handed over the car keys.

"You guys wait a minute, I'm going to ask for the money." Martin took the keys and walked towards the car.

Lily Carter suddenly caught up and handed the borrowed mobile phone to Martin: "Take it, if we can't pay back the money, you can find Elena at any time..."

Her longest finger reached out, back, and out again.

Martin pressed Lily's forehead and pushed her away.

After getting in the car, he got a little familiar with the gears, recalled something, started the car and drove out of the Clayton community, running towards the south.

Max's office is located on the edge of Marietta's business district. A section of road in the neighborhood where Clayton is located is in disrepair, full of potholes, and the speed of traffic cannot be increased.

After spending half an hour, Martin arrived at a four-story office building, parked his car, entered the building, and went up to the second floor to find the office with the Max Repair Company sign.

Knocking on the door, a burly Latin man asked: "What do you want?"

Martin replied: "I am Mr. Max's worker. I asked him about work."

The blinds of the inner office were opened, and someone said: "Martin, come in."

Martin entered the inner office and glanced quickly. There were multiple teddy bears of different sizes placed on the display windows, shelves and desks.

Even the two family photos placed on the desk have large teddy bears as the background.

In the photo, there is a family of four standing with happy smiles.

They are a warm, harmonious and happy family, and they also love teddy bears.

People who are good at drilling have keen observation skills, and Martin also discovered something else.

There are a few bits of white powder scattered around the pile of documents on the wooden desk. Max, who is middle-aged, likes to twitch his nose. The few hairs growing out of his nostrils are stained with almost undetectable white, and the eyes above his big nose are red.

Congestion.

Martin Davis, who comes from a lower class background, has seen too many similar people, such as Scott Carter and Emma Carter.

Max looked a little excited and asked: "Is the injury healed?"

Martin said: "My head feels heavy all the time, it hurts from time to time, and my legs also hurt."
Chapter completed!