The Whip of the God of Basketball

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　　 Marshfield, located to the east of Walpole, close to the Atlantic coast, and about 50 kilometers from downtown Boston, is a scenic coastal town.

　　 Fox-Leon did not come here to appreciate the beautiful scenery here, but to execute another verdict—100 hours of community service.

The reason why I was sent to Marshfield, which is 50 kilometers away from Boston, to participate in community service is mainly because the service projects in every community in Boston are full. After all, many minor crimes in the United States are required to perform community service, especially drunk driving and fighting. , Disturbing public security and other charges.

　　Fox-Leon is a criminal offense. Not only must you participate in community service, but you must also perform correction studies under the guidance of social workers, improve your legal awareness and civic quality, and use it as an auxiliary means of serving your sentence to help reform.

　　 After arriving in Marshfield in the Dodge pickup driver's car, Leon asked about the price. The driver smiled and said, "One hundred dollars."

　　 From Walpole to Marshfield, it is only more than 20 kilometers. One hundred dollars means that the price per kilometer is about 5 dollars. In the United States, the price of a taxi is less than 1 dollar per kilometer.

　　 "Special circumstances, special charges." The driver pouted and explained, and at the same time he reached out to the seat with his left hand and took out something.

　　 Leon looked at what he took out, and immediately saw that it was a shotgun handle. It seemed that this guy was relying on threats to drive a black car to earn money from the release of prisoners by MCI, a real bold guy.

"The M780 Remington shotgun, a reliable and easy-to-use dual-purpose weapon for police and civilians, hits me at this distance and can instantly make my head bloom. But the barrel of your gun should be more than 400 mm long, it seems a bit too long. , And you are fatter. Pull out the gun from you and aim at me. It takes about 1.35 seconds to pull the trigger. 1.35 seconds, I can punch three times. The distance between me and you is 2 feet 3, and my arm has 2 Chi 4, when your gun is half drawn, I can smash your nose with one punch."

　　 Leon’s words just finished, the driver’s manual attempt to pull the gun, his fist was already swung up, it really broke his nose, making the other party’s tears flow, and the hand with the gun could only be used to cover his nose.

"I just got out of prison and don't want to abuse violence. It takes 26.7 kilometers to drive here, and your pickup consumes about 1.08 gallons of fuel. The current gasoline price is 1.46 US dollars per gallon, so you consume 1.5768 US dollars in cost. I will give you Double, plus a $2 tip and a $3 mental damage fee, rounded up to a total of $8. Take it!"

　　 Leon threw eight dollars from his pocket to the driver, then opened the door and got out of the car, leaving the driver alone in the car with his nose and wailing.

　　 After coming to this time and space to have this body, Leon discovered that violence is often the best way to solve the problem, there is no one.

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　　 Leon’s destination today is the Community Management Center in Marshfield, where the Crime Correction Department is responsible for the correction of offenders, including arranging their community services.

Marshfield is not particularly big, and the community management center is easy to find. It is located at the three-way intersection in the center of this town. Leon brought his ID card and the community service work files issued by the court to the management center. .

　　 He was received by a middle-aged woman with red-rimmed glasses and chestnut hair, named Marie Alonso.

　　 After receiving Leon’s materials, she began to arrange Leon’s community service work.

　　 "Where do you live?" She asked Leon's residence first.

　　 "I used to rent an apartment on Dudley Street in Boston. I lived in MCI for more than two months. I am now homeless and the house should expire too." Leon replied.

　　 Now for him, housing is a big problem.

"Oh, no problem. The community management center has a dedicated dormitory. Although the conditions are average, it is not bad. Your file also states that you will be doing community service work in Marshfield around the clock, 6 hours a day, five days a week, Weekends, three weeks in total." Mary continued.

Leon nodded. He had already learned about this before he came. As a criminal, his community service is round-the-clock, which means he will take on some heavier service tasks, such as going up the mountain to cut fire belts and drive to the airport. Bird flocks or asphalt the road, etc.

　　At the same time, the community will provide accommodation and a small amount of food subsidies. All other expenses are borne by themselves, which are basically voluntary labor.

　　 It doesn't matter to Leon, as long as he completes these three weeks of voluntary labor, he will be free again and become a free man.

　　 In about three months, Leon knew from Simmons that Frank had given up targeted retaliation against Leon. Unless Leon appeared face-to-face in front of Frank, the Irish Gang would not chase Fox-Leon. Although this is not true or false, at least in Marshfield, Leon is safe.

From now on, Fox-Leon is no longer an amateur boxer who fights fake punches. He no longer has anything to do with the Irish gang and bar gambling. The two-month imprisonment not only allows Leon to avoid the Irish gang’s pursuit. It also made him cut off from the originally chaotic social relationship and avoided a lot of trouble.

　　 Now he will be a brand new self not only spiritually, but also from the perspective of a social person.

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After visiting his residence, one of the six small bedrooms divided by partitions on the top floor, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Leon received his first job assignment , Is also his main work this week, to the Millbrook community below Marshfield to prepare for a basketball training camp.

　　 Leon, who received the task, rode the bicycle assigned to him by the community management center, and set off towards the Millbrook community to the south.

Millbrook is an industrial plant in Marshfield, which is equivalent to a township enterprise cluster. There is a mobile phone research and development center and a motorcycle assembly plant. There is also a large sports center on the Seabrook River, where there is a good golf course. Stadium, two indoor basketball halls, an outdoor football field, and a swimming pool.

　　 Leon rode a bike on an empty road. The small towns at around 3 o'clock in the afternoon were very quiet on the road, breathing free and fresh air. Even if he was assigned to work, Leon felt much more relaxed in his heart.

Originally, the staff of the community management center were worried that Leon could not find a place, so they gave him a map of Marshfield and marked it. But how did they know that they only stared at the map for ten seconds? The map has been engraved in Leon's mind.

　　 So it only took more than ten minutes, and Leon arrived at the destination with ease, but the sports center was very large, and it seemed that there was no special reception center. A large, well-manicured lawn occupied Leon’s eyes. In the distance, he could see two gymnasiums side by side, one should be a basketball hall and the other a swimming hall.

　　 Leon was a little bit in trouble at this time. When he came out, he was overconfident. He remembered the map in his head and came straight forward, but he didn't ask carefully who he should look for and where to look for someone.

At this time, Leon saw a white golf cart coming by a small wood from not far away. A short and fat old man with silver hair was sitting in the cart, driving it around the world. So Leon stepped forward to ask who should start his community service mission. He pushed the car and ran forward, greeted the old man, and then asked, "Hello, I am Fox-Leon, to participate in community service, who should I call?"

The old man stopped the car, looked at Leon, did not answer his question, but fumbled in his pocket, took out a thick cigar, and then rummaged around for the ignition, thinking Light a cigarette.

Leon took out his own lighter from his pocket, which was one of his few possessions; every time he thought of the old man waved his hand, he finally took out a small box from his pocket and pulled out a long match. A match was struck and the cigar was lit. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 The thick wrapper was roasted by the fire, and the old man took a few bites to make the smoke burn more fully.

"The Dutch master cigar, the eggplant leaves are rubbed very well, and the taste seems a little sour, but it smells deep and faint. It is a good product worth remembering... It should be left for two years. It is correct to not use a lighter." Leon looked at the cigar in the old man's hand and said.

　　 Leon didn't know much about cigars, but his eyesight allowed him to see a small line of words on the end of the cigar, "Dutch-Masters", and at the same time infer the time of its placement from the color of the wrapper.

The old man showed a slightly surprised look. It is not difficult to see the brand of the cigar and tell his taste, but it is remarkable to be able to see the time of the cigar at a glance. This requires a deep eye and a lot of cigar smoking experience. , So he said: "Do you like smoking cigars?" Without waiting for Leon to answer, he went on to say: "It was indeed put for two years. In fact, it can be put for longer and will be raised better, but I am afraid I will not be able to wait. That day, so I took it out and smoked."

　　 Leon is actually not interested in the topic of cigars. Observing the things around him is only a habit of him, so he didn't even want to pick up the old man's words. Instead, he insisted: "Tell me where to participate in community service."

The old man smiled awkwardly, and then said: "Come with me, people from the community management center in the morning have already called and said that someone will come to help in the afternoon. It seems that it is you, and you will be busy at that time. Forgot Introduce myself, my name is Auerbach and I’m doing basketball training camp here."

　　 After speaking, he started the golf cart and took Leon to the basketball training hall.

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