Chapter 1522 (1/2)

Baltimore is about 50 kilometers northeast of D.C.

Once it was the third largest city in the United States, with the earliest railway and excellent port resources, it is an important hub for the industry of the five lakes area to enter the sea transportation.

But it was a long time ago.

Now Baltimore has become more and more deformed and chaotic.

The first middle class and rich people who lived here, faced with the influx of African Americans, chose to leave and didn't play with African Americans directly.

The white people moved to another area and left the original city area to a group of African Americans who had no money.

The whole city is thus divided into two parts.

Part of them are the rich and the middle class. They live in a new area with good security and supporting service facilities.

Most of the old neighborhoods are crime ridden, and the African-American community, which accounts for nearly half of the city's population, is here to rot day by day.

If we talk about crime rates, cities like Chicago and Detroit have to bow to Baltimore.

That is to say, with a population of less than one million, Baltimore has no advantage in absolute quantity, which has not won the crown of the evil capital of the United States.

Even so, it's easy to imagine how chaotic the old town is.

But it's always a good place with convenient land and water transportation. It's only 150 kilometers to Philadelphia in the north and 300 kilometers to New York.

Chaos means that there are many unregulated places, and the convenience of land and water network can transport a large number of illegal drugs to other places through roads, trains and ships.

Luke entered the old town in the dark.

After a while, he came out of an alley, no longer hiding his body shape. Instead, he changed his African American waistcoat,

it belonged to a small dealer in New York. The original owner had become experience points in the system a few months ago, and there would be no trouble in using it once.

The biggest characteristic of this peddler is that he is fierce and strong, similar to Mike Tyson of the last generation, so Luke left it.

Now Luke is walking in the old city, many people just look at him for a few eyes, and no longer pay attention.

A strong African American, wearing a very ordinary grey black pullover, with his hands still in his pocket, is not a suitable target for robbery.

It's true. It's hard to say who robbed.

Luke walked into a bar not far away.

Most of the neon lights that make up the name of the bar are broken. Only one J can be seen. There is also a br behind it. A is looming in the middle.

At the side of the door, two smoking African Americans just glanced at Luke and didn't pay attention to him.

Luke pushed the door in.

A seven or eight meter long passage appeared in front of us. The brick red walls and dim lights made it dull and depressing.

At the end of the passage, there was a faint heart shaking bass in a door, mixed with creaky lyrics.

Pushing open the second door, the sound waves poured into his ears.

After scanning the hall for a moment, he went to the counter and knocked on the counter with his knuckles: ”a bottle of beer.”

The bartender handed over a bottle of beer and collected the money without paying any more attention to him.

Luke took a half turn to look at the stage in the middle of the hall.

The stage is a disc, which stretches out four cross shaped walkways, on which two women are dancing.

One is white, the other is African. What they have in common is a serious lack of clothes, a great mind, a broad chassis, and the feeling of shaking up.

Around the stage, many people whistled and from time to time seduced them with money in their hands.