Chapter 39 South Bay

Journey to South Bay--BGM of "Travel to South Bay" by Dolby Brothers Like much of Southern California, the South Bay receives little to no rain.Of course it doesn't mean that it doesn't rain at all, but the phenomenon of rain doesn't fall enough to penetrate people's minds with the idea of ​​basic reactions.That is to say, even if someone from Boston or Pittsburgh says "it's as annoying as rain", someone from the South Bay must take half a breath longer than others to understand this. Although it is located in Southern California, the South Bay is neither a tourist attraction nor a blast rock tour or a movie star's luxurious residence.The only thing is that it barely rains.There are not as many raincoats as there are hooligans in this place.There are not as many umbrellas as there are syringes.Near the mouth of the bay, it is not uncommon for a subsistence shrimp fisherman to catch three 45-caliber pistol bullets in the chest. And it is not a rare sight to slap a white woman with a silver cigarette case.

All in all, Nanwan City is not the kind of Southern California where young people are forever young and their eyes are as blue as the sea.First of all, the sea in the bay is not blue.There is black heavy oil floating on the sea, and occasionally it can be seen that the fishing fires on the sea were accidentally ignited by the cigarette butts thrown by the crew.And this place can be called forever young only those young people who died. Of course, I didn't come to Nanwan for sightseeing, nor did I come to pursue morality.If it is for these two purposes, it is more appropriate to go to the Municipal Zoo in Oakland than to go to South Bay.I came to South Bay in search of a young woman.My client is a middle-aged lawyer living in the suburbs of Los Angeles, and the young girl used to work as a secretary for him.One day she disappeared along with several documents, including a very personal secret letter.This is often the case.And a photocopy of that letter arrived a week later, along with a letter asking for a modest amount.The postmark of the letter is Nanwan City.The lawyer once thought that it would be okay to pay that level of money.Fifty thousand dollars is not going to turn the world upside down.But even if the original of that letter can be recovered, there is no guarantee that the blackmailer will not leave a few dozen photocopied copies.This is also common.So I became a private investigator.With the necessary funds of $120 a day, plus $2,000 for success.A cheap deal.There is nothing money can't buy in Southern California.No one wants what money can't buy.

I took pictures of the women and ran around the bars and clubs in the South Bay area.This is the best way to find someone quickly in this place.Just like walking in a school of sharks with a steak in your hand, there must be a shark that will pounce on you.But the response may be machine gun bullets, or useful intelligence.But no matter what it is, there is no wrong response, and this is what I want.I walked for three days and told hundreds of people the name of the hotel I was staying at, then shut myself in my room and drank the cans of beer, cleaning the 45 caliber while I waited for the reaction.

This thing of waiting for something is quite a chore.Although I knew with my professional sixth sense that someone would definitely come, it was still hard to wait.two days.After three days of nestling in the room and continuing to wait, the nerves gradually began to frantic.I feel that instead of waiting in such a place, it might be faster to go out and check around.This is how many people pull down the average life expectancy of a private investigator in California. But anyway, I'll wait.I'm only thirty-six years old, it's too early to die now, and at least I don't want to die in an alley where I urinate in downtown Nanwan.In Nanwan City, a dead body is not as valuable as a two-wheeled cart.There are not many people who want to make a special trip to such a place to die.

The reaction came in the afternoon of the third day.I used adhesive tape to stick a new 45 caliber under the table.With a small revolver in hand, the door was only opened two inches or so. "Put your hands on the door," I said.As I have said several times before, I do not want to die prematurely.Even if it's a cheap deal, I'm still an irreplaceable and precious person to me. "OK, don't shoot." It was a woman's voice.I slowly opened the door, let the woman in and then locked the door. A woman no happier than a photograph, just as in the photograph.With particularly eye-catching blonde hair and rocket-like breasts, it's no wonder that even middle-aged men are caught by her.Wearing a fitted dress and six-inch heels, she sat down on the edge of the bed with a glossy patent leather bag in her hand.

"Only Bourbon (BoufI3oll), would you like a drink?" "OK. I wiped the glass with a handkerchief, then injected Three Fingers of Oldcrow and handed it to the woman.The woman drank half of it after licking it. "The beginning of a beautiful friendship?" "I hope so," I said. "Let's talk about the letter first." "Okay, is it a letter? It's very romantic." The woman said. "But what letter is it?" "You stole it and used it as evidence to extort someone's letter. Don't you remember?" "Can't remember, because I never stole any letters."

"So didn't you work as a secretary to a lawyer in Los Angeles?" "Of course. I just thought that if I come here to do good things with you, I can get a hundred yuan...,, A black mass of air rushed to the mouth of my stomach.After I pushed the woman down on the bed, I unplugged the 45 caliber from the bottom of the table, and lay down under the bed. After a while, machine gun bullets burst into the room with the sound of Gena Kmpa drums.Bullets pierced through doors, shattered glass, tore through wallpaper, scattered fragments of vases across the room, and reduced chair cushions to cotton candy.The world of Thompson Machine Gun is being recreated.

But the machine gun was less effective than it was loud.It is indeed suitable for making minced meat, but it is not a weapon that can properly kill people.Same with the loquacious columnist.In short, it is a question of economic efficiency.After making sure that the bullets were out of ping-pong, I stood up and pulled the trigger four times in a row with mesmerizing speed.Two bullets reacted, and the other two missed.If he has a .500 batting average, he can play the No. 4 of the Dodgers.But not a private eye in California. "Pretty good, detective," said someone on the other side of the door. "But only so far."

"I finally understand. There was no blackmail threat. The letter was fabricated. Just trying to gag me about the Jackson incident." "Yeah, detective, you have a quick brain. Because when you open your mouth, many people are troubled. So I had to let you die with a prostitute in a cheap hotel in South Bay City. It must be notorious now." .” Quite a remarkable plot, it's a pity the monologue is too long.I shot three rounds of 45 caliber towards the door.Hit rate of 30% and 30% on the first serve, which is the climax time for retirement.Maybe someone will send me a fifteen-dollar wreath.

Then came a hail of bullets.But this time it didn't last long.The two shots overlapped like a drum battle between Kim Cooper and Buddy Rich, and ten seconds later it was over.Once something goes wrong, the police will act quickly.It just takes more time to wait until something happens. "I thought you wouldn't come." I yelled loudly. "Here we come," said Sergeant Albany in a drawling voice. "Just wanted you to talk first. You did a pretty good job." "Who is the other party?" "A well-known hooligan in South Bay City. I don't know who instigated it, but I can always find a way to get him to speak. The lawyers in Los Angeles will also be arrested. You can trust me."

"Wow! You guys are so enthusiastic." "It's about time for Nanwan City to clean up. As long as you testify, even the mayor's throne will be shaken. Maybe this is not in line with your personality, but there are police officers who can't be bribed in this world." "Really?" I said. "But did you know that my incident was a trap from the beginning?" "I know. What about you?" "I have no doubts about the client. This is different from the police." He grinned and walked out of the room.The way the police laugh is always the same.A joke that only those with the hope of receiving a pension can laugh at.When he walked out, it was just me and the woman and hundreds of lead bullets. It hardly rains in South Bay.People there are not as cautious as pushing two-wheeled carts when handling dead bodies.