Almighty Coach

Scattered garbage can be seen next to the bumpy road. Among the grass that has not been trimmed for a long time, listening to a car, the wheels have been stolen, the front windshield has been smashed, and the messy seat Can vaguely see the dried blood.

On both sides are several dilapidated apartment buildings. At higher places, the wall skin has fallen off, while the lower walls are filled with various graffiti. Those who don't know think these graffiti are works of art, but those who know the inside know that there are signs of gang elements in these graffiti to tell outsiders that this is their territory, and at the same time warn other gang elements not to cross the border.

This is a poor neighborhood. Like other poor neighborhoods in the United States, it is chaotic, rundown, full of violence and crime. If it is at night, even the Los Angeles police are not willing to come here, and those so-called cultural facilities will be far from such places.

A black teenager was lying in the corner, curled up, protecting his head with his hands. Around him, three or five young people were kicking and kicking him.

On the hood of the old car next to me, a shaved head, wearing a vest, with tattoos, and a half-cigarette in his mouth, staring at the black teenager from the top, said: "Tim, are you in The young man has been staying in it for too long, and even his brain is being disciplined? I will give you the opportunity to say it again. "

"No, I won't ship the goods for you again!" The black youth continued to curl up, roaring with a trembling voice.

"It seems savagely beat, your brain is not awake yet." Huang Faqing in bomb the bomb ash, in a sardonic eye looking at the black teenager, waved his finger, punched and kicked the next person but also a meal .

"Tim, do you want to understand what you should do now?" Huang Faqing then asked.

"If I continue to help you transport the goods as before, once caught by the police, I will be locked in the juvenile detention house again, and I can't continue to practice boxing." The black boy said while breathing hard With.

"So what? You are not the first time to enter the juvenile school. None of us have ever entered that **** place!" Huang Faqing sneered coldly.

"I promised Kevin Taylor, I will practice boxing seriously, I will not do anything related to crime, I want to be a boxer." The black boy said.

"Boxer? Ha ha ha, put away your real dream that day!" Huang Faqing jumped off the hood, bowed down, grabbed the head of the black boy, and then said: "Tim, you should understand, You live here, you are a poor man. In this neighborhood, the poor people ’s laws of survival are either swindled or fooled with me! There is no third way. This is your destiny and cannot be changed ... so, you I have to bring the goods for me, but I have no other choice. "

Huang Faqing said, kicking the black boy again, then waved his hand, and turned to leave with his men.

Ten minutes later, the black boy climbed up hard and limped away in the other direction ...

...

Kevin Taylor Boxing Stadium.

Taylor leisurely walked around in the boxing gym, and finally came to Chris Payton.

"Don't these little guys trouble you?" Taylor asked.

"No." Payton shook his head, and then said: "Their performance is much better than I thought. I remembered that what appeared in the young man's house should be some dangerous elements, each like an explosive barrel, slightly It will explode when ignited with fire. "

"Actually, they are just trying to disguise themselves as stronger, so that they can survive, but in fact, they all desire a stable life. I was the same when I was a kid, fighting everywhere and using violence to solve everything, just to make Do n’t bully other peers. ”Taylor sighed.

Peyton pointed to a black teenager who was training: "One thing, Tim, he came with a wound when he came today. This is not left after practicing boxing. He should have fought with others."

Taylor looked at the black boy, thought for a few seconds, and said: "The information shows that he has been to the juvenile detention center twice, the first time because he stole something, and the second time because he found him. A small amount of drugs. "

"Did he touch the thing himself?" Payton asked immediately.

"Of course he didn't touch that thing, otherwise he should be in the drug treatment center, not here." Taylor said, lowering his voice, and then said: "The information says, this child lives in the Southern District, where the law and order Is n’t it good? There are also many Mexicans who stole in. If they fight, they should be commonplace! "

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"Coach, I didn't fight with others, please don't drive me away!" Black teenager Tim's expression was tense.

"Then what happened to your injury, don't tell me it was caused by boxing, my training can't cause such an injury." Payton asked.

Tim lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before he said, "The **** near my house asked me to help them deliver the goods. I didn't agree to them, so they beat me up. But I didn't fight back, I didn't fight."

"Delivery? Is it drugs?" Payton said. He suddenly had a familiar feeling, as if he saw a small drug demolition, specializing in the use of minors to deliver drugs to those small buyers.

"I will never deliver for them again." Tim continued firmly, "If they will beat me again, I won't. I want to be a professional boxer, just like Kevin Taylor." In that way, I won the title of boxing champion. I know he, like me, came out of the youth management office, so I believe I can do it. "

"The power of role models is really powerful!" Payton sighed and then asked: "You rejected those gangsters, shouldn't they just let you go?"

Tim didn't answer, but the panic in his eyes told it all.

"Where does your family live?" Payton then asked.

"On the south ..." Tim said the location of a block.

"Oh, no wonder I have a feeling of acquaintance." Payton suddenly laughed, and then said: "Tim, this afternoon, after the training, I will send you home! Just, I also live in Canada It ’s been a while since I ’ve been home.

...

An old Chevrolet entered the dilapidated block.

This car is very popular in the United States. It is a typical American economy car. The size of the car is large enough, the space inside the car is large enough, and the trunk is large enough. The whole car does not have a high technical content, but it is strong enough. The engine technology is mature enough, and the price is cheap to carry. It is definitely a very cost-effective choice for Americans with a pragmatic priority.

Next to the street, a short tattooed man noticed the car long ago. This tattooed man was obviously a gangster. At this time, he subconsciously touched the pistol on his waist.

This Chevrolet is too common in the United States, and many people who engage in illegal transactions will also choose to steal a common car to avoid police tracking. So the tattooed man was very worried that the person sitting in this car was not a good person. Maybe a second person with a submachine gun would come down and shoot at everyone.

"Don't be nervous, it's you, that's Chris's car." A black bald man with sunglasses hanging a big gold chain patted the short man's shoulder, and then said: "Although Chris can't come back a few times a year , But I still know his license plate number. "

"Chris? Which Chris?" The short man didn't react for a while.

"Chris Payton! The third of the Payton family. The surrounding neighborhoods are all their homes, but I heard that Chris Payton did not mix the family's voice, but did it outside. I have a sports coach. I rarely come back very often. "Sunglasses said baldly.

"Sports coach? The Peytons will do a job of keeping oneself safe, and hey, the ghost believes it!" The short man smiled, looking at Chevrolet's direction of departure, and then said: "The direction he is going, It seems to be the 'Yellow Jack' site, shouldn't the Paytons turn left? "

"Maybe there is something else." Sunglasses bald ignited the cigarette in his hand, took a hard breath, exhaled a smoke ring, and then said: "Jack only started managing the street last year, I don't know if he can recognize it Chris Payton. "

...

In the car, Tim looked around nervously.

"Coach, you don't have to send it, just stop here, I can go back by myself." Tim said.

"It's okay, I've been here before and I know the way without navigation." Payton said indifferently.

"Coach, I mean the recent chaos here, there are a lot of gangsters, and there are also illegal immigrants from Mexico. If strangers stay here for a long time, it will be more dangerous. In case of trouble, even the police, the police It will take a long time to come, "Tim said with a worried tone.

"I said, it doesn't matter, you don't have to worry about me, oh, turn right in front?" Payton pointed to the fork in front of him.

"Yes, turn right, turn left again, and you'll be at my house." Tim said as he prayed not to be met by the yellow-haired young man, or he would surely be involved in Payton.

...

"Boss, Tim lives there. By this time, he should have gone home." Fang pointed to a dilapidated apartment building in the distance.

"Go, go find him, I am now delivering by hand." Huang Faqing waved his hand and walked over with a few men.

An old Chevrolet came from a distance and stopped at the door of the apartment.

Tim stepped down from the car and turned his head to see the young man with yellow hair coming from a distance.

"Coach, go away!" Tim shouted suddenly.

Peyton did not obey Tim, but opened the door of the car, got out of the car, and turned his head to look at the yellow-haired youth not far away.

...

"Boss, it's Tim! He seems to bring a helper."

"What if there is a helper? This street is my place. I'll say it here." Huang Faqing snorted and took the man up.

...

"Boy, don't worry about anything, hurry up!" Huang Faqing's tone was extremely arrogant.

"Who are you?" Peyton looked at Huang Faqing coldly.

"The whole street was covered by me. Even if I killed you now, the police had no choice but to add a number to the number of missing persons, so while I was in a good mood, I disappeared from my face immediately. "Huangfa youth's attitude is more arrogant.

Peyton smiled disdainfully, and he said, "As far as I know, the few blocks around this area are all sites of the Peyton family."

"You actually know the Payton family." The youth of Huang Fa suddenly reduced his momentum. He looked at Payton up and down, wondering if Payton was a gangster. However, from the looks of it, Payton couldn't see anything except for being slightly stronger.

"What the **** are you?" Huang Faqing couldn't help asking.

"I'm a coach, Tim's coach." Payton pointed to the black teenager Tim next to him.

"Just a coach? Hahaha ... I'm so strong, I thought you were Batman or Captain America!" Huang Faqing couldn't help laughing, and the other gangsters laughed.

However, Payton ignored the mockery of the gangsters, and he continued: "My name is Chris Payton."

"What do you call me ... Wait, Payton? He just said Payton?" Huang Faqing's laughter came to an abrupt end, and the whole person's expression also solidified.

The next second, Huang Faqing suddenly asked his men: "What did he say his name?"

"Boss, he said that his name was Chris Payton." The mage around said immediately.

"Chris Payton, a well-known name called Payton, is still a coach, and there is still such a fearless look here ..." Huang Faqing finally remembered the legendary third member of the Payton family.

Although this Chris Payton has never been involved in the business of the Payton family, gang elements in several neighborhoods all knew his presence. A person who grew up in a gang family did not mix gangs, but chose a duty job. Chris Payton is definitely an alternative among gangs. The existence of such alternatives is easily remembered by people.

"You are Chris!" Huang Faqing finally realized that he kicked himself on an iron plate. He is just a little gangster on this street, at most regarded as a peripheral member of the Payton family gang, and the neighborhoods are the sphere of influence of the Payton family. If he dares to be harmful to Chris Payton, it is estimated that someone Take his head to pay attention to Payton's house. Therefore, the young Huang Fa can't afford to offend Chris Payton.

"I prefer others to call me Coach Payton. I also don't want someone to harass my students." Payton's expression has been cold.

"I get it, Coach Payton, I promise I won't harass Tim anymore!" Huang Faqing can dominate a street, and it's certainly not the kind of mindless person.

...

"Okay, you don't have to worry about them bothering you in the future. If they come to harass you, you tell me, at least in these blocks, I still have some use to speak." Payton patted Patty Tom's shoulder.

"Coach Payton, thank you!" Tim's admiring gaze even made Payton a little uncomfortable.

"It seems that athletes often look at Coach Li with this vision! It feels really good." Payton smiled and returned to his Chevrolet.

Peyton started the car ~ www.readwn.com ~ and put it in gear, then looked forward.

In the distance, the young man with yellow hair had walked away with his men, but he could still see their backs vaguely.

"Even if they don't look for Tim, they'll go find other teenagers to give them" shipping goods "..." Payton had an inexplicable melancholy in his heart.

He can help a Tim, or he can help a second Tim, a third Tim, but he can't help everyone. Huang Fa Youth can always find other children, either by coercion or temptation, so that they can become a "shipping" tool.

There are too many poor people in a few blocks nearby. As the young man with yellow hair said, if the poor want to survive, they can only abide by the poor's law of survival.

"Cruel reality, helpless and desperate! But I'm not the one who has the ability to change ..." Chris Payton turned his head and looked far away, on the billboard high, the presidential candidate's huge publicity The photo is smiling at him.

Chris Payton had a sneering smile on his face. He suddenly didn't want to go home. He stepped on the accelerator and drove in the other direction.