The Whip of the God of Basketball

(Thanks to the love and rewards of the book friends. I am ashamed. Actually, don’t do this. I’m ashamed if you are like this. If I am embarrassed, I will add more. There are not many manuscripts, and the code words are handicapped. I feel sad. ! Pay attention later.)

Marshfield, located east of **** Ball, close to the Atlantic coast, about 50 kilometers away from Boston city, is a beautiful seaside town.

Fox-Leon is not here to admire the beautiful scenery here, but to perform another verdict - 100 hours of community service.

The reason why he was sent to Marshfield, 50 kilometers away from Boston, to participate in community service is mainly because the service projects in various communities in the Boston area are already full. After all, many petty crimes in the United States will be required to perform community service, especially drunk driving and fighting. , Disturbing the peace and other charges.

People like Fox-Leon are criminal offences. They must not only participate in community service, but also undergo correctional studies under the guidance of social workers, improve their legal awareness and civic quality, and help them reform as an auxiliary means of serving their sentences.

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

It is only more than 20 kilometers from **** Ball to Marshfield, and one hundred dollars means that the price per kilometer is about five dollars, while the taxi price in general cities in the United States is less than one dollar per kilometer.

"Special circumstances, special charges." The driver curled his lips and explained, and at the same time he stretched his left hand to the side of the seat and took out something.

Leon looked at the thing he took out, and immediately saw that it was a gun handle. It seemed that this guy relied on threatening to drive a black car to earn money for MCI to release the prisoners. He was really a bold guy.

"M780 Remington******, a reliable and easy-to-use dual-purpose weapon for police and civilians. If you hit me at this distance, it can blow my head off immediately. But the barrel length of your gun should exceed 400 mm, it seems Some are too long, and you're fat, and it takes about 1.35 seconds to pull the trigger from the time you draw your gun and aim it at me. In 1.35 seconds, I can punch three times. I'm 2 feet 3 from you, and I Your arms are 2'4 and I can punch your nose out with your gun halfway drawn."

Just after Leon finished speaking, the driver's hand was trying to draw the gun in vain, and his fist had already swung up, which really smashed his nose, making the other party cry, and the hand holding the gun could only use it to cover his nose.

"I just got out of prison and I don't want to use violence. I drove 26.7 kilometers here. Your pickup uses about 1.08 gallons of gas. The current price of gas is $1.46 a gallon, so you have consumed $1.5768. I will give you Double, plus $2 for tip and $3 for emotional damage, rounded up, for a total of $8. Take it!"

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

After coming to this time and space to possess this body, Leon discovered that violence is often the best way to solve problems, not one of them.

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

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

He was greeted 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 first asked where Leon lived.

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

Housing is a big issue for him now.

"Oh~ no problem. The community management center has a special dormitory. Although the conditions are average, it is passable. It is also stated in your file that you will be doing community service in Marshfield 24 hours a day, 6 hours a day, five days a week, Weekends, a total of three weeks." Mary continued.

Leon nodded. He had already learned about this before he came here. As a criminal officer, his community service is around the clock, which means that he will undertake some relatively heavy service work, such as cutting fire belts up the mountain and driving Flocking birds or tarring roads and so on.

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

Leon didn't care about this, as long as he completed the three weeks of compulsory labor, he would return to freedom and become a free man.

In about three months, Leon knew from Simmons that Frank had given up targeted revenge on Leon, and unless Leon appeared in front of Frank face-to-face, the Irish gang would not hunt down Fox-Leon again. Although I don't know if this is true or not, at least in Marshfield, Leon is safe.

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

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

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After a tour of his apartment, one of six small bedrooms divided by partitions in the attic, Leon received his first assignment by three o'clock in the afternoon. , which is also his main work content this week, went to the Millbrook community below Marshfield to prepare for a basketball training camp.

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

Millbrook is an industrial factory area in Marshfield, which is equivalent to a cluster of township enterprises. There is a mobile phone research and development center, a motorcycle assembly plant, and a large sports center. It is located on the banks of the Seabrook River, where there is a nice golf course Court, two indoor basketball courts, an outdoor football court, and a swimming pool.

Leon rode his bike on the empty road. In the small town after three o'clock in the afternoon, the road was unusually quiet, breathing free and fresh air. Even if he was assigned to work, Leon felt a lot more relaxed in his heart.

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

So it only took more than ten minutes for Leon to arrive at the destination with ease. However, the sports center is very large, and there seems to be no special reception center. A large piece of well-manicured lawn occupies Leon's sight. In the distance, he could see two gymnasiums side by side, one should be a basketball stadium and the other should be a swimming pool.

At this time, Leon was in a bit of trouble. When he came out, he was overconfident. He came over directly after remembering the map in his mind, but he didn't ask carefully who should be contacted and where to find someone.

At this time, Leon saw a white golf cart driving over from a small forest not far away. A short, fat old man with silver hair was sitting in the cart, driving it around the world, So Leon stepped forward to ask who he should turn to to start his community service mission. He pushed the car forward, greeted the old man, and asked, "Hi, I'm Fox-Leon, and I'm doing community service. Who should I call?"

The old man stopped the car, looked at Leon, and didn't answer his question. Instead, he fumbled in his pocket, took out a thick cigar, and then rummaged around for something to light the fire. 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, he waved his hand, and then finally took out a small box from his pocket, pulled out a very long match, and said "呵" A match was struck and the cigar was lit.

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

"Dutch master cigars, the tobacco leaves are rubbed very well, the taste seems to be a little sour, but it smells deep and dull, it is a good product worth aftertaste... It should be stored for two years, it is correct not to 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 tail of the cigar, "Dutch-Masters", and at the same time deduce the time it was placed from the color of the wrapper.

The old man showed a slightly surprised expression. It is not difficult to tell the brand of the cigar and tell his taste, but it is very remarkable to be able to tell 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 continued: "It is true that it has been stored for two years. That day, so I took it out and smoked it.”

Leon was actually not interested in the topic of cigars. It was just a habit of him to observe things around him, so he didn't want to answer the old man's words at all, but asked stiffly: "Tell me where to participate in community service."

The old man smiled awkwardly, and then said: "Come with me, the people from the community management center have already called in the morning and said that someone will come to help in the afternoon, it seems that it is you, and you will be busy then. Forget Let me introduce myself, I'm Auerbach, and I'm here for basketball camp."

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