79 Chapter 79
◎Across the Ocean◎
Chapter 79 [Across the Ocean]
"If the local gangs are directly implicated, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect Hiroki intact by myself."
"From what we understand, this is likely the result of the reckless behavior of lower-level local gang members. The local gang leaders themselves are more interested in maintaining public order, primarily collecting protection fees from businesses. Sawada and his son live near an upscale neighborhood, so their security presence is quite strong."
However, Sawada Hiroki went to the hospital alone, so it was impossible for him to stay in the upscale community the entire time. As long as he left the security area, he might become a target for someone with ulterior motives.
"At this stage, we can only temporarily distract the criminals to get Hiroki out of the danger zone, but this method..."
If the other party is determined to attack Hiroki Sawada today, or is no longer affected by previous experiences, this method will be ineffective.
Zhu Fujingguang does not have to overthrow the entire gang by himself when he comes. He only needs to deal with the low-level members who violate the rules of the street gang, and then he can continue to develop as it is.
This is actually the territory ruled by the "Brotherhood", but the Brotherhood is a large organization and it is not an organization that mainly engages in street fighting, so waves of local tyrants have emerged.
Fraternities are both good and evil. Some people regard them as student societies that help them expand their network, while others regard them as fighting societies that form gangs and factions.
If it is fought well, it can be used as a tool to win votes.
"I understand. Give me a few days."
Zhu Fujingguang is a sniper who can successfully go undercover among the Crows, but it is not an easy task for him to face such a small gang.
He first wandered around the nearby blocks for a while, accurately found a black shop selling guns, used the funds provided by my wife's family to buy a handy pistol and sniper rifle, and then carried a bass bag as he did when on a mission.
This time, in order to make his behavior of wandering around as a stranger seem reasonable, he actually set up a singing stall on the street where the crowd was playing.
The bass's sound is lower than the guitar's, and while it lacks a bit of penetration, it's better suited to songs with a strong sense of rhythm. These kinds of songs happen to be popular with gang members.
They always have endless energy and impulse, so they are more likely to have bad thoughts than ordinary people.
"Buzz--" The song, which was full of electronic sound effects from the prelude, resounded throughout the streets. Zhu Fujingguang specially used an electric bass, matched it with a sound effects master tape, and then amplified the sound with speakers. The song attracted many passers-by to stop after just the first two sections.
Then, naturally, like the waves washing away the sand, those who are not interested in noisy music are washed away, leaving only young people who are willing to dance to the music.
The several targets pointed out by Takahata Kyoko were not among the remaining crowd at first, but they poked their heads out from the corner of the street, and then, unable to resist the rhythm of the music, more than a dozen people came out from the narrow alleys one after another.
They gathered around the speakers and started dancing and howling, ignoring the people around them.
In fact, when they approached, the listeners who had stayed because they liked the rhythmic music also ran away, disappearing at the end of Zhufu Jingguang's sight as if fleeing in panic.
Zhu Fu Jingguang naturally didn't care about the coming and going of the crowd. He chose this place with the goal of making his contact with these people a natural process.
They came to him on their own initiative, rather than him approaching them first.
The second goal was to get them out of the narrow alley so that he could confirm the number of people.
Of course, this method does not necessarily mean that everyone will leave the alley, so Zhufu Jingguang will repeatedly confirm their number afterwards.
In addition, he also needs to confirm the character of these people. Not all people who do nothing on the streets are bad people. They may just have no channels for advancement and are not good at learning, which is why they have become what they are now.
Without the guidance of a leader, some of these people would never embark on a path of crime. However, some of these same people, without any guidance, can bring out the evil in human nature to its fullest extent.
Zhu Fujingguang must find the latter and those who can lead ordinary people into sin, and deal with them first. Then, by combining kindness and force, he can make these young people behave.
They are all in their teens and twenties, in the prime of their youth. It would be really sad if they could ruin their whole lives because of a momentary thought.
"Hey, stranger, you play well. What's the name of this piece?"
After the song was over, the first person to speak didn't seem to be the leader among them, but he must be the most talkative one among them.
Zhu Fujingguang's eyes were gloomy, but he answered "obediently": "It has no name. I wrote it myself and haven't named it yet."
"That's amazing, you can write songs?"
After successfully striking up a conversation, the other members of the group also began to act according to their own will.
Some asked: "Is that a guitar in your hand?"
Some touched the speakers, curious about how much they cost.
There were also those who wanted to form a band together. Regarding this, even Zhu Fushi Jingguang, who was eager to establish a relationship with them, felt that the pace was a little too fast.
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"I haven't seen you before. Are you here to 'perform' or are you moving here to live?"
Zhu Fujingguang's answer was completely truthful: "I've rented a house nearby for now. I just arrived in the United States, so I may not be able to stay in one place for long. If I can't stay here, I might go back."
"Hey? Are you leaving yet? We're number one in the world here (in the US), wouldn't it be nice to stay here?"
"That's why you said you couldn't stay..."
"Don't worry about not being able to stay," said the young man with a Mohawk who had been silent all this time. Although he was dressed just as "trendy", he was more calm than the people around him, and the power of his words was stronger. He had the confidence that once he made a promise, he would be able to do it.
"As long as you want to stay, you can stay." He said this and threw the cigarette butt on the ground. "If you are driven away, just say my name Rabindranath Tagore."
Among this group of people, the poet's name seems to be just a code to express the original meaning of the word, rather than the expectations given by parents to their children.
A group of young people spent the entire afternoon at the bass stall, and only dispersed and went home at their usual lunch time.
Zhu Fujingguang silently put the bass into his bag.
Throughout the afternoon, except for the initial donation of some money, the group of people did not hand over a single cent. There was even a short guy who stole a few coins from his stall before leaving.
If you are someone who wants to make a living by performing on the street, you will probably avoid such a group as much as possible.
Zhu Fujingguang put away the few remaining cents, left the stall without showing any clues on his face, and walked towards the nearby neighborhood.
While performing, he noticed Hiroki Sawada crossing from one end of the street and heading to the hospital.
It was not known whether this was the only way to the hospital or the shortest way. The boy did not hesitate because of the different conditions on the road. He did not even stop and walked straight towards his destination.
Regardless of whether he can tame this group of thugs in the future, it seems that the most urgent task is to teach Hiroki Sawada the necessary common sense for survival in the United States.
[Contact Ms. Takahata and have them convey this to Hiroki Sawada through the mouths of other mothers.]
Following the address Takahata Kyouko gave him, Morofushi Kagemitsu arrived at the place where he would live for some time. Unlike the abundant funds provided by my wife's family, the place he lived in was just a cheap house often chosen by many foreigners heading to the United States to seek their fortune.
This fits his image as a street performer.
The landlady was an overly plump lady who exuded a strong, sweet smell when she approached. One could guess that sweet baked goods must have been a major part of her diet.
She enthusiastically introduced her house to Zhufu Jingguang and was particularly proud of its 1980s decoration style.
This is a three-story building with five to six households on each floor. According to the landlady who calls herself Marina Cook, every household living here has been strictly screened by her and she will never let unidentified criminals enter.
“Everyone who lives here is a dream chaser with noble qualities.”
She spoke in a voice that could be described as an aria, introducing the general situation of each household as she walked.
Of course, this is just the simplest and most basic situation.
For example, there is a family of three on the first floor closest to the door. The mother works as a maid in a wealthy merchant's shop nearby. She is actually a painter, but she has two children at home and her income is not enough to cover her expenses, so she has to save some money to make a living.
Or perhaps there was a tabloid reporter living in the second door on the second floor, near the corner, who spent his days stalking celebrities' social gatherings. His biggest achievement was recording an audio recording of Sharon Wynyard and her daughter, Chris Wynyard, arguing inside their house a year and three months ago. Unfortunately, there was no video footage, so he wasn't able to make a fortune from it.
Zhu Fushigaku listened silently, wondering if one day Ms. Marina would introduce him to others like this: "A taciturn musician, he walks the streets and alleys every day with his bass bag on his back, bringing beautiful music to the people. He puts everything he wants to say into his music, hoping that someone will understand his words through the vibrations of his bass strings."
Zhu Fujingguang lived on the third floor, in a room at the end of the corridor with a view of three sides. While the view was great, it also had a small drawback: the sound insulation was not very good.
Zhu Fu Jingguang would rather sacrifice some sleep quality in order to expand his alert range, and the poor sound insulation actually became an advantage.
However, Zhu Fushigami was a little annoyed because the landlady repeatedly mentioned this shortcoming and tried to replace it with another almost completely enclosed room on the other floor.
"Oh, my dear boy, I know you need some scenery to stimulate your inspiration, but... you know, a room with poor sound insulation will make the sound of your bass spread throughout the whole building." After unsuccessful persuasion, the landlady finally expressed her true thoughts.
Zhu Fujingguang smiled bitterly inwardly and quickly made a promise: "I promise, I will never practice bass in this room."
This saved me from the hassle of further persuasion.
If the person from my wife's family who came to "take care" of Hiroki Sawada had one-tenth of the language skills of the landlord, perhaps he could have taken the child back to Japan now.
In that case, he wouldn't have to leave Japan at this time and stay in faraway America to suffer from his inner torment.
Sayuri said she could create "Scotland" that could hide from the organization... Is that really okay? 】
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