Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Damn, you waste! You useless thing! If it weren't for you, maybe our life would be better. Yes, why don't you die outside? Damn it! What else can you do besides drinking? God, what? What sin have I done to let me meet you?"

In a slum area of ​​New York, a woman wearing old clothes wiped her tears and cursed at a white man with disheveled hair.

There were two five or six-year-old children under the woman's knees, with runny noses, watching their mother curse their father fiercely.

The poor people around were laughing.

For poor people like them, this is rare entertainment.

Others expressed pity: "Poor Patton, he has worked for the army for so many years, but he came back with nothing, not even food for his children!"

"Yes, no matter where he goes to work, people don't want him. It seems like he knows nothing but killing people!"

"Shh, keep your voice down! Haven't you heard that Patton killed a lot of people when he was in Vietnam!"

Everyone hurriedly lowered their voices and looked at the down-and-out white man from pity to fear.

Barton ignored these people's words at all. He said to the woman: "Yes, you are right, I am a waste! I can't do anything except killing! Even the slaughterhouse doesn't want people like me. They dislike me. The smell of blood is too strong, it’s like you dislike me!”

"But I tell you, I will get rich, yes, I will! I, Barton, swear to God that I will come back to you when I get rich and bring happiness to you and your children!" After finishing speaking, the white man Barton turned around and left.

"Go to hell and don't come back!" the woman screamed crazily.

She was used to living without a man, but having this man made her even more stressed. God, how could I fall in love with him in the first place? Why didn't you listen to your parents and give up on him? Why did you run away with him?

At this moment, she regretted it.

…

Barton walked aimlessly from the slums to the bustling streets.

Looking at the busy traffic in front of me, although the ground is still cold and the snow is still everywhere, compared to the deserted slums, this place gives people infinite vitality.

"What should I do, what can I do?" Barton continued to walk aimlessly, asking himself.

He has no skills except being a soldier.

He longs for the thrilling life, and the ordinary life is not suitable for him.

So he couldn't be a supermarket tallyman, a cleaner, a painter, or a slaughterhouse worker.

A gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew into his neck, making his neck feel cold.

Barton shrunk his neck and tightened the bear skin jacket that had not been worn out for five or six years.

Now the most valuable thing on his body is this worn-out brown puma leather jacket. There was once a leather jacket collector who wanted to collect his leather jacket and offered him a "high price" of thirty dollars.

But he was reluctant to sell it.

Because this leather jacket was bought for him by his wife when she gave birth to her first child.

At that time, they were like a glue, and they would get together whenever they had time. They had never been angry about Youyanjiangvinegar.

But now——

Barton shook his head dejectedly and sniffed again. He smelled the smell of hot dogs being sold on the street.

At a roadside stall, a man and a woman with their children were buying hot dogs. Barton was salivating over the delicious hot dogs.

The man and woman saw Barton looking this way, with eyes like wild beasts, and they were busy protecting the child.

Little did he know that what Barton cared about was the big hot dog in the child's hand.

"Damn it, I'm not a thief! I'm not a bad person!" Barton noticed the gazes of the man and woman and roared at them.

The man and woman were in panic, looking around while protecting their children, trying to find the police for help, but found that the police were far away and did not pay attention at all.

Helpless, they had no choice but to run away with their children.

When Barton saw this, he deliberately stamped his feet and pretended to chase.

The man and woman ran faster with the child and almost fell down.

Barton laughed, laughed, and burst into tears.

How did you get to this point?

God, I am not even as good as a thief!

At least as a thief, you can feed and clothe your wife and children, and eat meat and drink alcohol. But as for yourself, you can't even support yourself!

The more Barton thought about it, the angrier he became and became cynical.

He took a look at the homeless people on the side of the road who were covered with paper, lying in trash cans, or lying under bridges——

"God, do I want to be like them? No, I can't do this! I will live, too, and live the best life!" Barton thumped his chest violently, "Yes, as long as I still have breath, I will work hard. Strive to give your family the best life! Barton, don’t give up!”

As he said this, Barton felt bitter in his heart. He really didn't know where to find a job and what could he do?

"God, please give me some inspiration!" Facing the wind and snow, Barton opened his arms and shouted loudly.

call!

A gust of wind blew.

A newspaper rolled up and spread on the homeless man floated, and it happened to fall into Barton's hands.

"Huh?" Barton was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean? Does God really hear revelations?"

Thinking of this, Barton quickly opened the newspaper to read——

"The new actors recruited by Hollywood studios are required to be energetic and physically strong -" Barton's eyes lit up, "This seems to be a good fit for me!"

But immediately he saw the back, "Specific request, a male German Shepherd dog!"

"Damn it!" Barton cursed, what kind of world is this? Are humans worse than dogs?

"Is there nothing else?" Barton continued to read the newspaper, "The circus is recruiting clowns, and they are required to be able to speak, sing, and tap dance... The Honduran supermarket is recruiting nightclub security guards, and they are required to be black!"

"What kind of world is this? Are we white people inferior to black people?" Barton cursed again.

In fact, the reason why these supermarkets are willing to recruit black people is very simple. The wages of black people are very low, usually two-thirds or even half of that of white people.

Barton was almost speechless as he flipped through the newspaper.

When the homeless man found that his newspaper was in Barton's hand, he stood up and asked for it, "This is my quilt! Quilt, quilt!"

Barton was about to return the newspaper when his eyes suddenly lit up. He was surprised by another recruitment advertisement on the newspaper -——

"Pangu Security Company is recruiting armed elites and veterans, with priority!"

Of course, if that were all, it would not surprise Barton so much. The problem is the sentence added after the recruiter recruitment advertisement——

"Exceptionally outstanding ones will receive an annual salary of 100,000 yuan!"

Annual salary of 100,000?

One hundred thousand dollars?

Barton felt his heart beating wildly.

One hundred thousand dollars in this era is not a small amount of money. For many poor Americans like Barton, it is even an astronomical figure!

"No matter what, I'm going to try it!" Barton gritted his teeth and made a decision.

The homeless man grabbed his newspaper and said, "What the hell are you trying to do! This newspaper is mine and I won't let you cover it!"