Roang looked at Frank who suddenly sat up, feeling puzzled.

Why did this guy come here to take a minibus?

He was full of doubts, but the fact that he stood still and didn't move had attracted the attention of the people around him, especially Matteo, who was extremely sensitive at the moment.

This South American man had deliberately chosen to sit on the side near the corridor, leaning out a lot, and was constantly observing the movements around him.

At this moment, I found that the fat man who had just got into the car suddenly stopped and stopped moving backwards. His energy suddenly became tense, and he turned his head and stared at Luo Ang.

Feeling the strong gaze on his back, Roang realized something and no longer thought about why Frank, an alcoholic, was in the car.

He first put the things in his hands on the seat next to Frank, then squeezed past him and sat on the chair next to the window.

As soon as he sat down, Frank looked at him suspiciously and said.

"Hey, where are you from, kid?"

"Where is this T-M place?"

Frank rubbed his head and kept complaining. Seeing that he was about to get up, Roang quickly pushed him down on the chair and whispered.

"Are you Frank Gallagher?"

Frank blinked his confused eyes, first looked down at the arm holding him down, and then he actually didn't answer Roon's question, but tugged on his blue T-shirt.

"Whose bastard's shirt is this?"

"You're actually wearing such an earthy color. Could it be Tommy's?"

He leaned close to his collar and smelled it, and then fanned the air in front of his mouth and nose in disgust. There was a smell on his clothes. He didn't know if it was the residue of vomit or something else, but it was extremely unpleasant.

When he wanted to see if the T-shirt on his body was stained with vomit, he lowered his head and glanced at the arm holding his chest. Then he realized what he was doing and looked at Luo Ang and asked dissatisfiedly.

"Who are you? Wait, why do I feel like I've seen you before?"

"Could it be..."

Frank thought hard for a long time, then scratched his hair, and suddenly clapped his hands as if he had a sudden realization.

"You are that...that..."

Frank, whose name was on his lips but couldn't remember who it was, angrily slapped the back of the chair in front of him.

"fxxk!"

"I clearly remember your face, but why can't I remember it?"

Roang, who had been holding his breath and worried that Frank would call out his name, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the drunkard didn't remember it and hurriedly interjected.

"I'm Robert E. Lee from 54th Street, Frank, don't you remember me?"

Frank looked at Rohan blankly, Robert E. Lee?

Why hasn't he heard of this person?

In order to hide the bulletproof vest he was wearing, Luo Ang picked out a loose dark blue jacket from the store in the station on the way to the waiting hall, and then specially brought a baseball cap and put it on his head.

superior.

He even wore a thick gold necklace around his neck, and the thickness of the vest made his figure seem to have gained three circles of fat. If you don't look at his face, he has the full hip-hop style of a fat black man.

Of course, this gold necklace is fake and not made of real gold.

These things can be regarded as clothing that ordinary people in Chicago, especially those black people often wear, especially this fake gold chain, which is basically the favorite of black men.

Therefore, at Union Station, which is the first choice tool for people from poor families to choose to travel between cities, the stores usually have many such items on display, and Roang did not have to spend much time finding them.

He did this in order to change his image as much as possible so as not to be recognized by Matteo.

After all, during this period of time, I frequently entered and exited the 21st Precinct door. Who knew if someone would notice.

And by doing this, he can easily hide the Kevlar vest he is wearing and the baseball bat he is carrying, so that he does not look so out of the ordinary.

Turning sideways and placing the metal baseball bat in his hand by his feet, Roang tilted his head slightly and stared at Matteo in front of the three rows of seats.

Just at this time, Irene came up with the boarding pass in hand, turned sideways and opened a corner of her coat, glanced at the police badge on her waist to the female bus driver, and then reminded her softly.

"I am Passenger No. 949, I can drive!"

The black driver Thalia nodded slightly in understanding, picked up the intercom in the car nervously, swallowed her throat and said.

"Ahem, Passenger No. 949 has already boarded the bus, we are leaving for Polis now..."

With that said, she pressed the button, closed the door, started the minibus, and prepared to leave the parking lot.

At this moment, Frank suddenly stood up, looked around, and said loudly.

"what?"

"Indianapolis?"

"Why am I here?"

"I have never bought a ticket. This must be your company's fault. Stop now. I like the city of Chicago. How can I go to bullshit Polis!"

Luo Ang didn't expect that without even noticing, the drunkard next to him would make such a call, attracting everyone's attention. The black female driver who had just started the minibus turned her head at a loss.

At this time, Erin, who was walking in the aisle, clearly noticed with her eyes that the conspicuous South American put one hand on the shoulder of the boy next to her, and quietly reached into his coat with the other hand to hold something.

The experienced Erin knew exactly what it was, a pistol that could kill someone!

Frank, who was not aware of the danger at all, still stood there and complained endlessly.

"I was drinking at the Ai Bai Lai Bar yesterday, so why did I end up on this damn minibus when I woke up?"

"Don't let me know who did this, I, Frank Gallagher, am not someone to be bullied!"

"I'm going to the city government to complain to you. You actually let a delirious white man sit on a bus heading to Indiana. You are committing murder!"

"I don't want to be killed by the natives of Indiana. I heard they still have the habit of eating raw meat. Ha, eat raw meat!?"

Frank didn't notice that the eyes of the passengers around him began to look fierce, and they continued to mock: "It was a mistake to be kind if we didn't kill all these natives before. We should..."

Frank, who had just woken up, had no idea that Roang had walked from the first row of the bus to the third to last row. He did know how many passengers of Indiana descent were on this minibus heading to Polis.

In this environment, Frank said such discriminatory words. If he didn't do something, the scene would definitely be very exciting. With the kidnappers in the car, when the time comes...

Therefore, Roang made an immediate decision. The drunkard next to him said more offensive words, and before causing a commotion in the car, he pulled him to sit down. Then he held Frank's mouth with one hand and pinched his own voice with the other.

said loudly.

"Sorry everyone, my uncle just lost his job. He drank a lot and took drugs, so he said some strange things. Please forgive me!"

"Mr. Driver, you can start the car now. I can't wait to meet my grandma who lives in Polis. The handmade cakes she makes are so missed!"

The passengers who were looking around looked at each other and went back to their own business.

Fortunately, although the anti-discrimination trend has been raging in recent years, there were countless incidents of white people discriminating against people of color ten years ago.
Chapter completed!