Weapons are actually quite common in Golden Harbor.
When violence becomes the rule, weapons become an important resource for protecting one's own rights and interests, as well as infringing on the interests of others.
"Having a gun in your hand" and 'I'll call the police afterwards' are options that the smart people of Golden Harbor know how to choose.
Although weapons are quite common, not everyone will hold them and show them off so directly.
Only three kinds of people dare to do so:
federal law enforcement officers, who have a legal gun permit, and even if you shoot someone, all you have to do is write down, "I showed my ID, then he rushed over and grabbed my weapon, according to rules ... and ... I shot him." Then you get a vacation and a warm welcome back from your colleagues.
The second type of person are gang members, who not only don't hide their weapons, but want as many people as possible to see them.
The fear caused by the lethality of their weapons gives them a sense of euphoria.
The third type of person is the capitalist.
They are even more terrifying, because the previous two types of people more or less still abide by some rules, but capitalists only recognize money.
In the face of money, there is nothing that can stop them from pulling the trigger, whether it be the law, morality, or anything else.
There is a place called Angel Lake in the western suburbs of Gold Harbor City, which is a tourist attraction. There is a saying in Gold Harbor City that only the locals know.
"When the capitalist gets angry, the water level in Angel Lake rises!"
Outsiders may not understand this, but locals know that the water level rises because too many petrol drums have been thrown in!
Either way, the woman's son, the alcoholic, cannot afford to offend.
This small character from the bottom of society actually knows better than adults think how to deal with this kind of crisis and make choices.
When he faced a possible crisis, he immediately compromised without the slightest hesitation, so quickly that it made people feel...skilled!
"I'll do it right away, I promise that this won't happen again!"
Fodis withdrew his hand, and his jacket naturally fell down to cover his weapon, which relieved the woman's adopted son.
In just a few seconds, he felt his head getting hot and his body sweating, as if he had almost died!
He also looked at Erwin and Lance with a suspicious eye.
"I would like to have a word with... this gentleman."
Foudees looked at Lance for a few seconds, then turned around, "I'm right here, you can call me if you have a problem."
Foudees was one of the boss's favorites in the entire company, and he could be sent out to work because the boss felt interesting in this young man.
He knew what to do.
Lance looked at the female watch-dogged drunk and signaled that he should move aside, "unless you want to stand in the doorway and talk to me, your neighbors will definitely be curious about what we talked about."
"If you want to become the joke of this apartment after tomorrow morning, then we can stand here and sort things out."
The female watch-dogged drunk suddenly came to his senses. Although he was a little afraid, disgusted and hated, he still gave up his position and welcomed Lance in.
A Federation citizen is also a man of face, even if he is a woman's son and a drunk.
A typical ground-floor apartment is less than 40 square meters, with the kitchen, dining area and bathroom almost squeezed together, and then there is a bedroom and a small storage room.
This is very interesting.
The Federations can do without a separate kitchen on the ground floor, but they cannot do without a storage room.
Most ground-floor dwellers are poor, but they always have a lot of inexplicable things that they don't need and don't want to get rid of.
It's like them, the value of their lives.
If there's no storage room, the house will just be a mess.
There were no traces of a woman's life, no traces of a child's life, but there was a photo frame on the dining table with a photo of this man and a child in it. It looked like the alcoholic Mr. Son of a Bitch was not doing well.
The suspicious stains on the sofa and the strange smell made Lance not want to sit down and chat. He stood there, not too far from the door.
"Listen, Ethan is my friend, and I will make him apologize to you for his reckless behavior, but you are also at fault. You should not have tried to withhold the money that belongs to him."
The woman's son of a bitch alcoholic was a little confused, and just nodded subconsciously, making "uh-uh" sounds with his mouth.
"So after the case is dismissed, I will make him apologize to you, but you must also return the wages that you deducted from him."
"I can let him let this incident go, but you must promise that this is the last time."
"After that, your relationship will continue as it is. He will continue to use your work card every month and pay you the appropriate compensation, and you can't make things difficult for him by taking advantage of the compensation."
Lance said, walked over to the dining table, picked up the photo frame, and said, "It's a very beautiful little guy. Is he your child?"
The woman's son-in-law, an alcoholic who had been a bit dazed, suddenly came to his senses. He looked nervous and said, "This has nothing to do with him."
Lance put the photo frame down and smiled, saying, "Whether it has anything to do with him depends on what you choose, sir."
"We are all just some damned stowaways, thieves from other worlds. There is nothing for us to cling to here."
"But there is your family here, your children, right?"
Mr. Alcoholic nodded repeatedly, "I know, I'll give him all the money, but don't do anything stupid."
Lance's hand rested on the edge of the table, and the slimy, greasy feeling made him suddenly feel very bad, but this was not the time or place to show it.
"I always believe in one thing, and that is that everything works according to a trajectory and a rule."
"When there is a rule, we follow it, and that is enough."
"Market price, fifteen dollars is what you deserve, no one can take away the money that belongs to you, that's the rule."
"As long as you follow the rules, we will too."
Erwin looked at Lance with adoration in his eyes by the door. He never imagined that so much would happen in one day!
Ethan ran away, they got into trouble, and then Lance took him to borrow money. Although they didn't borrow any money, the problem was solved.
and even got to ride in a car, as well as seeing Lance, who was so handsome at this moment in time!
It was so worth it!
So handsome!
A series of surprises. Even if his mind was still confused, at this moment, Mr. Drunkard, the woman's son, was completely sober. "I know what to do."
He hesitated for a moment, 'May I know your name?"
Lance's face slightly carried a smile that seemed to be in control of everything, full of confidence, and even a little arrogant, 'Lance!"
A few minutes later, the alcoholic man in the woman's son's clothing changed into a different set of clothes. Although it still smelled strongly of alcohol, it was much better than the previous one.
He sat in the car without saying a word. Upon arrival at the police station, he immediately explained the situation and signed a document under the somewhat impatient urging of the police.
Lance, who was sitting in the car, witnessed everything through the glass window. This feeling was amazing.
Fodis couldn't help but ask curiously, "Aren't you afraid?"
Lance looked back at him through the rearview mirror and asked, "What do you mean?"
Fodis shrugged, "This is a police station, and as far as I know, you are an illegal immigrant, and so is the kid next to you."
Lance couldn't help but stroke the car door. The delicate feel of the walnut wood made him feel very comfortable. No wonder someone would like classic cars.
"Not at all."
"Can I know why?"
"Because there is a distance of 20,000 yuan between me and them, and this distance is something they can't overcome."
Fudisi thought about it for a while before saying with some emotion, "A speech full of wisdom. Are you really only 18 years old?"
Lance didn't answer this question, but just smiled.
Ethan was hiding in a culvert under a bridge not far away. This place had been abandoned and was home to quite a few homeless people.
The advantage of this place is that it is very warm in winter because the wind cannot get in, and it is very cool in summer because of the shade and the cold air slowly released from some of the pipes.
Ethan apologized to the alcoholic woman's son in front of Lance and Alvin, "I shouldn't have hit you so impulsively. I apologize to you. I'm sorry, sir."
As he said this, Mr. Drunk Son of a Bitch could feel his cheekbones ache again.
Ethan was only twenty years old, but he looked at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight, or even older.
He was strong, and his father was a cobbler, which was actually a respectable job in the Empire, and also in the Federation.
Because it represents a craft and social status.
It's hard to imagine what social status a cobbler could have, but judging from the evolution of social classes in the past, it actually existed.
Because in the beginning, those who could afford leather goods were often nobles, so cobblers were initially a group that served the nobles, and their social status was higher than ordinary people.
It was also because cobblers had a stable income and a better social status that Ethan's father raised him tall and strong.
The sight of this drunken man, who had raised him like a son, bowing in fear and awe, dispelled some of the gloom in his heart.
He glanced at Lance and then at Fortis, who was standing next to him, and finally came to terms with the reality: "I also did some things wrong, it wasn't all your fault, let's make peace..."
Ethan got his twenty dollars, not a penny less. The drunkard had intended to give him more, but Lance refused.
Rules are rules. Don't be a rule breaker if you can help it. That's the lesson of survival when you don't have any power.
After seeing off the alcoholic, the woman's son, Lance asked Fodis to wait a little longer, as he had something to say to Ethan.