Chapter 7 Chapter Six

Max was sitting in a living room talking with Su Luo. There was a set of old-fashioned scarred oak furniture in the living room, and there were bright plastic chairs outside, framed religious-themed pictures, and some swords.They drank a drink together: rum and Pepsi.Sulo sat in an armchair, holding some small ice cubes wrapped in a napkin to his face.The women are in the kitchen.Max could hear them talking in Spanish, mixed with English broadcasts from the TV.There are four TVs in the living room, only the one in the kitchen is playing.He held up the glass and said to Sulo: "It's just right for this place." He looked at the Spanish bullfighting sword with leather sheath hanging crossed under the "Sacred Heart".There were also some mail-order knives on the wall, a saber, an ancient sailor's knife, and a Persian knife, and several pictures of the Madonna, St. Joseph, and various saints; Max recognized one of them as Arrow Sashimi of San Sebastião.

He said to Su Luo: "If we leave now, you can still catch up with dinner there. They eat around five o'clock, right? Or you can eat here, that's fine. I'll wait in the car , to give you some time to spend with your family." "You should fire that guy," Sulo said, his mouth on the wet cloth wrapped in ice, "for what he did to me." Max nodded. "I'm thinking about it. I don't know what happened to him." "He's crazy." Max nodded again, seriously considering firing Louis.He said, "Look, tomorrow I'm going to talk to your probation officer. Karen's a nice woman, but she's driving you nuts because you lied to her. That thing you did at your grandmother's funeral."

Su Luo removed the wet cloth wrapped in ice against his face, and nodded, Max saw the thick black hair, oh my god, he doesn't need such good hair. "I went, really. I took my mother and my sisters." "But you didn't ask for permission. You broke the trust in you. If you had asked, Karen would have let you go. In fact, I believe she would." "I knew she would," Su Luo said, "that's why I went." "But you told her you were at home." "Of course, I didn't ask her if I could go." Maybe it's an expression problem.Max didn't pursue it anymore.He said: "Anyway, if Karen wants to reinstate your bail, the judge may allow it. But you have to go to the hearing and wait to hear their decision." The chair looks very comfortable. "What was the original charge?"

"Theft of a residence," Sulo said. "I was sentenced to one year and one day, and then my sentence was suspended." "How long have you been in here, about three months?" "A few more days." "You're lucky, you know? How much did you steal?" "I don't know." He glanced toward the street house. "Maybe two hundred dollars." "I think you're tired," Max said.He glanced and saw Sulo's mother standing in the kitchen doorway, a pudgy woman in an apron; she should be about his own age, but looked a little older.He said, "It smells delicious. I wonder what you are cooking."

They headed west on South Boulevard in the direction of the Gun Club in Max's 1989 Seville against the red rush of air.Max drank a large plate of gazpacho, chicken with bacon and ham, and rice with peas in a spicy tomato sauce, anthracene, peppers, and pimento.Although Su Luo's mother is scary with a kitchen knife, she cooks like a saint.Su Luo will start eating light food tomorrow, and he will lose about ten pounds, mainly around his stomach.It's going to be a while without beer.He said to Sulo, who sat next to him in the front seat, "Is there nothing on you?" Su Luo wore a pair of sunglasses and stared straight ahead.He has thick hair and stole two hundred dollars, but he is very calm.After a while, he reached into his trouser pocket, reached all the way to the cuff of his trousers, and pulled out several cellophane-wrapped squares, which contained drugs wrapped in blotting paper.

"It's all here." "Throw it away." Su Luo stretched his hand out of the window and let the wind blow it away. "Is there nothing left now?" "I don't think so." "Seriously, are you clean?" Su Luo raised one knee.Reaching into his boots, he pulled out a toothbrush with a single-sided razor blade on one end, and the plastic melted and bit the metal. "Throw it away." "Man, I gotta have a weapon over there." Su Luo threw it out the car window. "It's clean this time?" "It's clean."

"You'd better be clean," Max said. "If they find anything on you, you're done. Get it? I'm never going to write you bail again. I'm never going to talk to you, or your mom or your girlfriend, even if It's useless for them to make a phone call..." What an errand!Sit down with a thief and his family for dinner, then take him away and send him to jail.Max shifted his hand on the steering wheel and looked at the gold Rolex that Ordell had bet him.six thirty.He'd drive Sulo to the place, and he'd have to drive to the detention center to take care of that stewardess, Jackie Burke.Find out what's going on with her case.

Louis lived in a house at the south end of West Palm that might have been someone's dream thirteen years ago.Now the house belongs to a guy named JJ, who was released with Louis, and he promised Louis that he could live here if he wanted. JJ hadn't lived here for a month before he was arrested again for plotting to do illegal business.So Louis lived alone in the house--it's still a mess since the police slammed in and rummaged through it.He pried down the door of an abandoned house, put it on the front door of the house, put JJ's clothes that the police had thrown on the floor back in the drawer, and cleaned the kitchen, which was full of coffee, sugar, Popcorn.During the arrest of JJ, Louis was not at home. Fortunately, the police did not know that he lived here, otherwise he would have to be sent to the "Gun Club" prison with JJ to wait for interrogation.Max Cherry would never bail him out.Max avoided getting too close to him and didn't want him there, so they barely spoke.Louis was able to bury his thoughts.What did he do for Max?Occasionally arresting a guy who's out on bail and won't show up.And even less for insurance companies.did nothing.

Ordell sat in his $60,000 car looking at the house when Ordell dropped him off Sunday after a white power demonstration, "Louis, you're on the dole, don't you?" ?” "It's on the small side, but I don't need a lot of room," Louis said. Ordell said, "I'm not talking about the square footage. The house was raided recently. I don't think it smells right there, huh? The kind of place a drug dealer used to live. Don't you bother?" "some." "Some - bullshit. At night, I bet you can't go into the kitchen without crunching cockroaches under your feet. Turn on the lights and you'll see them spread out and crawl away. Is that your car ,Ok?"

The 1985 Toyota for which Louis continued to pay was parked in the wallless garage attached to the house. (The insurance company pays him 1,500 yuan in cash every month. If he can get business, they will pay him another week's salary, otherwise, he has to leave.) In the yard, there is a piece of paper torn by the police. Mattresses and some battered trash cans that Louis hadn't put out on the street for the garbage collectors to take away. He said to Ordell, "What on earth do you want—I just got out of prison." Ordell said, "It's not what I want, Louis, it's what you want."

Their second conversation was on Wednesday night, when Ordell came to see him before dark.Louis invited him in to sit down.Ordell said he was fine in his car; it was clean, freshly washed and vacuumed. He said, "Do you know what your trouble is, Louis? Why don't you ever try to improve it a little bit?" Louis stood there listening to his father talking to him from the car. "You think you're a nice guy," Ordell said. "But the truth is you're in a mess." It's not like Lao Tzu training his son.Luis wanted to relax and smoked a cigarette. "You're stuck in a deal, and you never see what you can get out of it," Ordell said. What are you afraid of? It’s because you think you’re a good person, but that’s something a good person doesn’t want to do. How much can you rob a bank at most? It’s only 2,500 yuan, right? If it were me, I would decide how to rob a bank ?Man, I'm going to go in there and wipe the fuckin' place out. Plan and act. You don't even get enough to buy a nice used car every time, do you?" Ordell said, "Listen to me. Once you've made up your mind, keep going, don't stop, don't change course. You've got to have a gun. Look at the situation. Is it him or you, it's him Jail or you? It's nothing to think about, man, you just get him out." Ordell said, "Once I mention the goods, one more shipment, isn't it over? I don't have to work anymore , till I spend this million or so. You think I ain't going to get rid of somebody if he gets in my way?" He said, "Look, I've got a lot of money locked up in the safe, man, in the bank in Freeport, and it's going to spill out. I'll bring it up every now and then, because I need to buy something, and it'll be done for me. People who live. Finding the right help is a problem these days. I have a stewardess who works for me and I'm sure she can be trusted. She doesn't ask where the money comes from. I don't think she needs to know, that's for me Fortunately, I didn't tell her. I can bring it myself, 10,000 at a time, but they checked my suitcase once, and they have checked every time since then. Ask me all kinds of questions, let the intelligence file The guy at the office was watching me. He never checked her luggage. But she only took it when she wanted to. I said, 'Girl, let's be active.' I don't like my funds in I can't reach the place. I said: "Bring me 100,000 yuan each time. How about it?" She didn't care. Later she said yes, but she was only willing to bring so much money that could fit in a large envelope. , otherwise you won’t do it. In fact, it’s no different. They will take you away as long as they catch you with more than 10,000 yuan. Understood? She could think she had an envelope that Mr. Volka gave her. If it was a big bag, like I asked her to carry, say, half a million at a time? She couldn't do it. So much money, A Luzon paper envelope won’t fit. She’s worried that she’ll get sweaty palms and the people at the customs will see it.” He said, “Do you understand what this woman is thinking? Got it, huh? understood." Ordell sat in his Mercedes and babbled on how to be unlucky and how to be successful.Trick him with these numbers.Just wear it once and you can become a millionaire. Ordell was about to leave when Louis said, "Okay, you mentioned guns. What kind?" Ordell said, "What do you want? A fifteen-shot Baletta, or a . -11, with a silencer? I'll show you my demonstration video, and you can pick one." "Where did you get it?" "Bought some, stole if you can't get it. It's easy these days, man. I got a bunch of niggas to work for me, and they like to smash and rob. Those dudes just go into houses and rob things." Yeah. Learned to rob fools' houses. They don't fear anything, 'cause they're nuts. You'll be interested in how much we can get at a time--see how you asked me Business. It's all up to you, you need to see real money. I'm not trying to convince you to do anything." "How do you get it?" Louis said, feeling himself pulled in. "Didn't I mean I showed you the big guys?" Ordell said. "It's that short-haired Nazi who looks like our old friend Richard. We're going to rob his place once, kick him out, get all the fucking army guns over, and sell them. Big Not a fool like Richard, but you see how serious he is. I know he'll do his best to protect his property." Louis said, "You're going to kill him?" "Did you hear what I just told you? I wasn't going to do that," Ordell said. "I just get what I need and I can sell. If I need a big guy for my business, man, let him do it." Louis shook his head. "I have no idea." "Do not know what is this?" "How to do it with you." "You think you don't want to, so why should you know?" Louis shrugged, smoking his cigarette. "As I said, I don't want to talk you into doing anything. But just answer my words, Louis. What has a man to lose when he's in jail for three fumbles?" He looked back, backing the car out of the driveway, but stopped.He said, "Louis? You just think you're a nice guy. You're just like me, only whiter."