Chapter 891: 890. Habessel (4/5)

Chapter 891: 890. Habessel (45)

Sheriff Willis said: "I don't know how you do in your industry, but let me tell you, no matter what you usually do, no matter whether you usually only harvest garbage and shit."

He pointed to his head and continued: "As long as you take a few sips of Starlight X, you will become the most powerful treasure hunter in the world. Megan Fox, Scarlett Johansson, Kristen Stewart, they all will Crawling under your crotch."

"At that time, you will find that you are talking about business with guys like Bill Gates, Warren Buffett, Jim Walton..."

Hearing his introduction, Li Du suddenly had an idea, and said, "So powerful? Will we be able to do business with the Tusenberg family by then?"

Sheriff Willis was stunned for a moment, and asked, "The Tusenberg family? Who?"

Bell showed a surprised expression, and said, "You're talking about the Tuchenberg family in Boston?"

Li Du nodded, looked at him and said, "Do you know?"

He has never been clear about Steve's identity. He checked the information about the Tucenberg family on the Internet and found some families related to this surname, but they have no influence.

Obviously, what he found was not correct. Based on what he knew about Steve and Elson, the Tucenberg family was definitely a terrifying behemoth.

This is very strange. The United States does not strictly block the Internet. Netizens can express their opinions online, so it is impossible for a huge family to leave no traces.

Bell said: "I just know one thing. It is an old family in Boston. It has existed since the Revolutionary War, but now there are very few descendants. They are usually engaged in the shipping business in Boston."

Li Du recalled that there seemed to be such a relevant introduction in the information he found, but he ignored it.

For a family in which the most powerful person is only the first mate of an ocean-going ship, all of them combined have less than one-tenth of Elson's energy.

In this way, Bell's words did not help him, and Steve's doubts still lingered in his heart.

The road blockade by the police did not last long. This time they raided the manufacturing workshop of the Xingguang X, and left immediately after getting the harvest.

Starlight X is a synthetic product, the police and the hospital have not yet researched the pharmacological ingredients that cause the disease, so it is necessary to follow the clues from the manufacturing workshop.

The police withdrew and the convoy continued on.

They entered a patch of slums, and then stopped in an open space at the door of what looked like a bankrupt factory building.

In this clearing stands a large sign that reads: Dare You - Take a Chance, Follow Your Dreams, Take Risk, Be in Love, Believe in Yourself, Ask Questions, Let Go, Make Mistakes, Start Over, Speak the Truth, Be Responsible, Find Happiness , Live in the moment——?

The big sign is blurry, not because of the wind and rain, but because someone wiped it with messy things. Judging from the color and smell of these things, they should be excrement.

In addition, there was damage on the sign. Brother Wolf took a look and judged it, and said, "This is a bullet hole."

After they stopped the car, many people ran out suddenly, most of them were children, and a small number were adults. Most of the adults were in wheelchairs or supported crutches or armrests. They were disabled.

There was a cheer from the group at the sight of Bale, and someone asked, "Hey Chris, you're here, you're here, thank God!"

"We thought you wouldn't come again," a black man on crutches laughed. "The police blocked the road early this morning. They said not even a fly could fly in."

Bell went up to shake hands with him, and said, "The flies didn't fly in, my treasure hunters and I came. Hey, Byron, are you all right?"

The black man Byron shrugged and said, "That's it. Except for the pain in my legs from time to time, the overall situation is not bad. At least I can live on."

Bell gave him some shopping coupons, and took out a box from the compartment, saying, "One of my buddies found this from the warehouse, I hope it can help you."

Byron opened the box, and inside was a pair of prosthetic limbs that shone with metallic luster, and the color was bright silver. He patted them with his hands, making a clanging sound.

"Cool, you found my legs." Byron laughed.

He opened his trousers, revealing two broken prosthetics inside.

The people and children who came out surrounded them, and Bell beckoned to lead the treasure hunters into the gate, and a whole new world unfolded in front of them.

This is a dilapidated factory building, which has a vast workshop, a series of dense small buildings, and sports venues such as basketball courts and badminton courts.

The lawn outside the factory was tidied up in an orderly manner. Washed clothes and bedding were hung on the open space. Most of them were worn out, but they could be cleaned very clean. It was completely different from the messy slums outside.

A news van drove in, and someone looked around with a video camera. A female reporter smiled and interviewed Bell first, and then interviewed other treasure hunters and people from the slums.

Bell was familiar with this, so he quickly finished his answer and came over to greet Li Du and other people who participated in this kind of charity activity for the first time.

Hans said: "You also hired a reporter? It's from the California TV network? This is really amazing."

Bell said with a smile: "I said, I will not let everyone do charity for nothing, and I will give you a little reward. Obviously, my reward is to give everyone the opportunity to be on TV."

Li Du was wandering outside, when a young man said to him, "Dude, don't leave the castle, don't go into the alley where no one is, we don't want to collect your body."

Some blacks and Mexicans stayed in the streets and alleys not far from the factory building, playing with knives and weapons in their hands, their eyes were straightforward and ferocious, like a pack of wolves.

The slums are the hardest-hit areas in the United States, and all kinds of idlers fill the streets. Li Du has never been in contact with this kind of environment, but he can feel it from the clothes and even the eyes of the people here, this is hell.

The streets and buildings in Habesel are messy, old, and dirty. There are garbage and cigarette butts everywhere, and there are various black graffiti on the walls. The meaning of graffiti can refer to things like male and female genitalia.

Li Du scanned his surroundings, and it seemed that there was not a clean building, nor a clean and energetic person as he could see.

This is the gap between the rich and the poor in the United States. He has read the "Jane's Financial Report". Last year, the richest 1% of the population in the United States received 22% of the national income, and the richest one-thousandth of the population received 11% of the income.

Since 2009, 95% of all income growth in the United States has gone to the richest 1%. Recently released census data show that the median income in the United States has not changed in almost 25 years!

He was thinking about these reports, and saw a few more cars driving in. The leader was a Mercedes-Benz GLS-class large SUV, followed by a series of commercial vehicles, which looked very domineering.