pjbooks Chapter 117 You can't walk without marching in formation?
Chapter 117 You can't walk without marching in formation?
Chapter 117 You can't walk without marching in formation?
"Okay, bro, I know my question was a bit pointed."
Realizing the other party seemed unwilling to discuss these matters, Ma Jie changed his tune, saying, "Then you need to give me some basic information so I can try to help you. How about this, I'll just talk about what I can, and gloss over what I don't want to talk about, okay?"
"OK." Bubu took a big gulp of alcohol, trying to numb himself with the alcohol: "I joined the Marine Corps ten years ago, served in the military for four years, and then went to university to major in architecture. This has been my dream since I was a child to become an architect. You may be curious why I didn't just go to university."
"The answer is because my family's financial situation didn't support me doing this. I was born in the most traditional black community, the kind that you can imagine is the most chaotic and worst. Everyone had to hide a gun under their pillow when they slept at night. If you couldn't afford a gun, you would use a fruit knife instead, because you never know when a drug-addicted lunatic might break in, take away the few things in your house that could be exchanged for money, and then slit a few holes in your forehead."
"I have witnessed gang shootouts, with blood and severed limbs all over the alley. I also saw an elderly white woman shot dead by two bastards because the bus stop where she was waiting for the bus had no streetlights. They thought that white people were rich, when in fact she was taking the bus to visit her son who was working in the city."
"As for my parents, I'm sorry, I don't even know my father's name. My friends are the same. The only places you'll likely see your father are prison and his grave."
"But thankfully, I have a wonderful mother who worked tirelessly washing dishes at the restaurant. Later, the boss complained that she was too slow, and a Mexican man took her job."
"Many people spout nonsense online, believing that reading can change one's destiny. They are 100% certain that they have never lived in my community."
"When I was in middle school, several daring boys in my class started selling leaves on the street. Because they were small, they were hard for the police to notice."
"As for girls, do you know what a vicarious family is? That's right, it's a gang. They join gangs at a young age in order to seek a sense of belonging and protection."
"But at the same time, it can lead to premature exposure to street crime, which could ruin one's future, even though one wouldn't have a future anyway if they didn't do it."
"Doesn't the school care?" Ma Jie asked casually upon hearing this, but he quickly realized that he had asked a very silly question.
Bubu shook his head with a wry smile: "School, are you kidding me, buddy? Those scumbags can come up with the strictest school rules in human history just to save themselves trouble."
"If you are carrying any item that appears to be a weapon—please note my description, 'appears to be'—including plastic toy guns and nail clippers, you will be suspended and expelled from school."
"During your studies, you are also required to hand over your social media account passwords so that we can check at any time whether you have made any inappropriate remarks, especially those that slander or defame your school."
"Oh, right, there are also toilet restrictions. Each of us has a toilet pass. Urinating or defecating more than three times a day will be considered as smuggling marijuana."
"If you dare to talk back to a teacher, congratulations, buddy, the person talking to you isn't a counselor, but a damn cop. And their method of educating you is very effective: they'll drag you back to the police station, find a place without surveillance cameras, and beat you up. Don't ask me how I know."
Listening to Bubu's shocking description, Ma Jieke silently took a sip of beer and found himself completely speechless.
I'd heard before that the purpose of public schools in the United States was to mass-produce criminals. Hearing him say that, I immediately felt like I was about to burst into tears.
"Go on, bro, how did you manage to get out of the mire?"
"Later," Bubu Xi sighed, "it was kind of a chance encounter. I saw a recruitment video online and thought I'd give it a shot. I submitted my personal information to the Military Service Registration Office and was then notified to take the ASVAB (Military Occupational Aptitude Test). To my surprise, my test score was pretty good, and I was assigned to the Marine Corps."
"My mother was overjoyed and bragged about it to all the neighbors and relatives. At that time, I also thought that my life had ushered in a new turning point."
"During the first year of enlistment, we spent every day in high-intensity training. By the end of the year, about 30% of the soldiers were eliminated and reassigned to regular troops."
"But I gritted my teeth and persevered. In just three years, I learned a great deal of military skills and became proficient in using rifles, machine guns, pistols, grenade launchers, anti-tank weapons, and demolition devices."
"Wilderness survival, boat handling, amphibious warfare, underwater demolition, individual tactics, squad tactics, hand-to-hand combat, battlefield first aid..."
As she finished speaking, Bubu's voice grew softer and softer, even sounding somewhat choked up: "But can you believe it, my friend? I've learned so much, yet I don't have a single skill that allows me to establish myself in the city. When I go to look for a job, they check my registered address and don't even give me a chance to explain."
"As for those basic jobs, forget about them. They've all been snatched up by cheap laborers from India, China, Indonesia, Mexico, and other countries whose names you can't even recall. There's not a single penny left."
"That's why I had the idea of going to school, because under the GPII (Veterans Rights Act), I could enjoy benefits such as tuition waivers, book subsidies, and monthly living allowances."
"Life is neither good nor bad, but there's always hope for the future. At least my next generation won't have to visit me in prison or a cemetery."
"Alright bro, no need for preamble, just tell me, why are you in jail?" MaJack gestured for Gragas to fill his drink, then grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing and complaining, "I just can't understand how an honest guy like you could commit crimes. Oh, well, who knows, maybe you went to assassinate the president?"
"Don't be ridiculous, buddy. I have no opinion on who's president, black, white, man, woman, I don't care."
1
"Here's what happened: Five years ago, in the winter, I was on the subway in North Yankton when a homeless man barged into the car. As soon as he got on, he grabbed the doors and wouldn't let them close. Then, while tearing off his sweater, he shouted things like, 'I'm homeless, I have no money, and I don't care about going to jail.'"
"They even confidently told the passengers that someone would die in the carriage that day."
"Then, he attempted to harass a young mother holding her child."
"I couldn't stand it anymore, so I used a chokehold to pin him to the ground. The passengers called 911 and recorded the incident on their phones. By the time the police arrived, he was already dead."
"Huh?" Ma Jie was dumbfounded. This was a homeless man, or a prophet? I never expected him to get involved himself.
"Surprised, right?" Bubu said with a bitter smile as she recounted the experience. "You can only blame yourself for being used to this level of intensity. I never expected that homeless people would be so physically weak."
"After that, the incident made the news and caused a huge uproar. I was sentenced to 19 years in prison for manslaughter. Later, a lawyer approached me, claiming he was willing to provide me with pro bono legal representation. Then, in the Court of Final Appeal, he successfully reduced my sentence to 5 years."
"Years, plus a fine and two years of probation."
"I still remember his name, Saul Goodman, a kind man with a compassionate heart."
Upon hearing the name, Ma Jie almost lost his composure, even though he was well aware that the world he was in was not the real Los Angeles, but a parallel universe.
Including his acquaintances with Franklin, Trevor, and Fiona, but who could have imagined that God would be so good at sewing?
It seems I'll have to visit this litigious, or rather, old friend, when I have the chance.
Bubu has now finished recounting his life story, but there's one thing that Ma Jieke can't understand.
You got yourself five years in prison last time for doing a good deed, why haven't you learned your lesson this time?
Do you think you're such a nice guy? With your skills, abilities, and skin color, you'd be unbeatable in a zero-dollar shopping event.
I'm an out-of-towner who runs dungeons all the time, so what are you, a local, so reserved about? Did you go crazy from being in the army? Can't you walk without marching in formation?
But when Ma Jieke expressed his incomprehension, he said righteously, "No, this seriously violates the education my mother gave me since I was a child."
"What about your mother? If possible, I'd like to talk to her. I'm not against being a good person, but I'm against being a pushover. Unless you're Black Panther, Falcon, or Mafia, don't act like a fool, rushing headlong into injustices. If you're so eager to uphold justice, what's the point of having laws and police?"
"My mother," Bubu sighed helplessly, her eyes filled with sadness, "sigh, she committed suicide by taking sleeping pills in the third month after I went to prison."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was like this." Upon hearing this unpleasant result, Ma Jie quickly apologized.
"It's okay, we're friends." He patted Ma Jie on the shoulder to show his understanding.
"So where do you live now?"
"I have nowhere to live." Bubu shook her head. "You might not believe it, but when I got out of prison and went home, I found that the locks on the house had been changed. I stood outside the door until dark, and then a large group of drunk homeless people came. They took out their keys in front of me, unlocked the door, and pushed it open as if they were back in their own home. My bedroom, my living room, my sofa, and even the bathroom and storage room were full of people."
"Do you know what's even more amazing?"
"I called the police, and they told me that these people pooled their money to pay property taxes every year, so the property's status had changed from private property to adverse possession."
>