This is a new store.

Not long after it opened, the glass was polished and shiny.

From the first sight, the store environment is clean and tidy.

Each deck is brand new.

There are no hard-to-remove stains that are often encountered in old stores.

In the upper left corner of the store, on a wooden cabinet next to the cashier, there is a hanging TV.

The picture above is the live broadcast of the warehouse shootout.

After Luo Ang took Hicks, who was confused, into this fast food restaurant.

I found a booth where I could see the TV screen up close.

"Hey, this way, this way!"

Hicks raised his hand to signal.

"Someone comes..."

Maybe it was just after lunch time.

There are not many customers in the store at the moment.

Four or five waiters, who were supposed to be clearing away the tableware, gathered in a corner of the store.

Luo Ang glanced at it.

From the crowd, I saw a black man, or African American.

Hicks's cry attracted the other party's attention.

The black man, who seemed to be the store manager, stopped teaching the clerk.

He raised his head and smiled apologetically.

Then he waved his hand and asked the clerk next to him to go to work first.

Walking towards Luo Ang.

When I passed by the front desk, I grabbed a note board.

It seems that he is preparing to serve Luo Ang and Hicks personally.

"Sorry, I was just explaining some store rules to these new employees..."

"That's why they couldn't come over to serve you right away."

After hearing the black manager's words, Hicks shrugged indifferently.

He just didn't know why Luo Ang brought him here.

Therefore, in order not to waste the boss's time, I shouted twice anxiously.

The man who seemed to be the manager now was the first to apologize.

His expression was so sincere that Hicks himself felt a little embarrassed.

"No, it doesn't matter if you wait..."

Luo Ang's attention was all on the TV screen over there.

He wanted to know the outcome of the battle in the warehouse.

Is the girl Lindsay injured?

I just heard reports from reporters that three police detectives were killed and several others were seriously injured.

He couldn't help praying in his heart that that girl was definitely not one of them.

Therefore, he was unwilling to be distracted by such trivial matters and glanced at the menu on the table.

It's on plastic cardboard marked with the Brother Fried Chicken Shop brand.

From top to bottom, there are many styles listed.

But Luoang took a general look and found that most of them were fast food made with chicken.

It was no different from the McDonald's or the white-bearded old man's KFC in his image.

Chicken sandwiches, fried chicken nuggets, French fries, beef burgers, ice cream, cola, etc.

Speaking of which, as a Chinese-American, Luo Ang once heard his father Robben complain.

Speaking of America, how can you call a chicken burger a sandwich?

Obviously, they just changed the patty from beef to chicken, and it became a sandwich.

Instead of calling it a chicken burger, the logic is really weird.

Here, Luo Ang hasn't spoken yet.

Hicks was the first to say: "Give me some vanilla ice cream, and the Mexican fried chicken nuggets on top. Wait, do they have fried chicken nuggets in Mexico?"

Facing Hicks' doubts, the black manager nodded with a smile.

"Yes, this is unique to our brother's fried chicken restaurant..."

"It uses a special Mexican hot sauce, which is very popular in New Mexico."

"Wow, I have to try one. I wonder if the Mexican fried chicken nuggets taste like McDonald's..."

"Boss, what do you choose?"

“How about you pick this Mexican fried chicken nugget?”

"It looks delicious..."

Hicks looked at the picture of fried chicken on the menu and subconsciously licked his lips.

Luo Ang understood this.

After so many years, he has long understood one thing.

Black people's favorite fast food is always fried chicken.

Even if you don't eat fried chicken nuggets, you have to eat chicken sandwiches.

In fact, every time a black man comes to a fast food restaurant, as long as he can afford it, he will not order a piece of fried chicken nuggets and eat it.

Speaking of which, Luo Ang once made malicious speculations.

Why McDonald's or KFC burgers.

I don't like to use more chicken, but prefer a new style of beef patty.

Maybe it's because black people love fried chicken the most.

So much so that Aiwujiwu fell in love with the chicken sandwich.

Therefore, white people prefer to eat beef-style burgers in order to highlight their differences.

Of course, it may also be because white people don't like to eat food with bones.

At least Roan observed for himself.

When the black classmates around me go to a fast food restaurant, they will always look at fried chicken first.

White people, on the other hand, often choose hamburger set meals.

Hey, these are all Luo Ang's thoughts when he was bored.

At this moment, he followed the trend, put down the menu in his hand, and nodded.

"Then let's have some Mexican fried chicken nuggets."

"OK."

Seeing that the two were confirmed, the manager smiled and nodded, then left to tell the chef to work.

Here, Luo Ang frowned and looked at the picture on the TV.

Another figure that looked very familiar to him appeared among them.

Yes, I like to wear black suits on weekdays.

Dressed up like an FBI agent, Sheriff Baird.

Speaking of which, Luo Ang has not had contact with this police chief for a while.

Ever since the bus incident ended and he and Hank Beitra were on the line, there had been no motivation to go to Bairdon.

And the police chief seemed to have no intention of contacting him.

In this way, the two people had been communicating constantly.

Within a few days, we didn't meet again.

But Luo Ang knew something about the situation the police chief was facing now.

If nothing else, the other party will be pushed out by Perry and bear the responsibility for the serious violence problem in the 21st Precinct.
To be continued...