The word Godfather was introduced into ambiguity after the movie "Godfather". Originally, these two words refer to the priest who baptized the baby when he was just born. This person will use religious beliefs to guide the life of the baptized baby, so he is called the Godfather. In the Italian Mafia, the Godfather represents another meaning. Because their family nature is stronger, the newborns in the entire family will be baptized by people like the patriarch. After baptism, a special relationship is concluded, that is, the family structure of the Italian Mafia. This family style is not just connected by blood.

There is also a godfather in Montek. This man is not Italian, but a black man. He wears black clergy costumes in a church that is as small as a confessional cube. He is responsible for leading people in the black district to worship. As people describe Texas, they say, "Everyone in Texas carries a gun, but fears God."

The old godfather in the black area had gray hair, a bit like the hair he looked when Morgan Freeman finally found Shawshank in "Shawshank Redemption". This old godfather, who looked kind, upright, gentle, and even spoke in his imagination, was probably whispering in his silence. When he entered the confessional room, J was trembling with a serious expression on the other end of the confessional room. This happened a day ago, when Derek's body was discovered.

"Father." After hearing the sound from the opposite side, J vaguely saw a figure sitting opposite.

The priest sat on the other side and didn't look at J. He looked at the sunlight near noon outside the church window and said relaxedly: "My child, do you have anything to tell me? Or, you are about to pray for God's forgiveness."

J began to look at the confessional room in fear, and he could smell a bloody smell in this small confessional room: "I told the police nothing, you should believe that the man sitting opposite you and baptized by your own hands is not a coward."

"Yeah?"

"certainly!"

"I am an informant for that woman Christina, but I am just a fraud in money. Women can hide their height in high heels, hide their appearance by using makeup, and increase their temptation by using breast augmentation. Why do they use such false appearances to get the truth of a real man?" When the tone that belongs to black people sounded, the tragic song seemed to be playing.

Exercising his strength to defend himself became J's only choice, which was like facing the last day of his life after being sentenced to death.

Fear and at a loss. The desire to get help from God and the remaining lucky mentality is not enough to cause any psychological comfort.

He was laughing, using the most affinity expression in the world to create coldness. In his calm smile, the priest became an adult who saw through the lies of his children: "Then you should explain why the Mexicans cut off the supply of black people and used 'nigger' on the phone' to me, which is not racially discriminatory when black people say it to black people?"

"The Mexicans also told me that the black men in Montek should give them an explanation. Now the FBI has actively contacted the Ministry of Internal Affairs for an internal investigation. The protective umbrellas they raised at high prices may surface at any time. The transportation line in Montek is likely to face a serious blow, and this blow is likely to be destructive...J, is this the lie you told when you cheated the female policeman of money?"

J leaned against the wall of the confession little by little, and he never had that feeling of powerlessness in his life.

Even if the other party has never said a sentence during the conversation that can add an exclamation mark.

"I, I...I didn't betray the black people." J did not betray the black people, which became the final defense.

At this time, the priest approached a little bit by bit in the middle of the confessional room where the other party's face could be seen through the gap: "My child, the Mexicans gave the black people an ultimatum. They said that if they want to start a war, it would trigger an unprecedented war. Otherwise, this matter would have to be apologized with a corpse."

"You seem to have forgotten the reason why the police have never been able to fight against the gangsters, because the police messed up and just threw away their jobs. If the gangsters are messed up, they will be life-and-death."

bump!

The powerful pressure knocked down J. Almost as the old priest finished saying this, he pushed open the door of the confessional room vigorously and ran out the next second.

The life-threatening run made J run faster than Bolt. As soon as he was about to rush to the door, a huge, mountain-like figure blocked all the sunshine.

puff!

It was not a gunshot, this mountain-like strong black man fiercely stabbed a whole Nepalese dog leg into J's abdomen, and the blade was inserted into the left abdomen, avoiding the ribs upwards.

J opened his mouth, he wanted to call for help, and tried to push the man opposite him away, but in the end he could only say one name: "O, O, O, O, Omar..." and then fell softly.

bass.

The man as strong as a mountain had a scar on his face that ran from his eyelids through his nose and crossed his cheek to his other cheek. When he pulled out his Nepalese dog legs, he was as slaughtering a wild dog without any mercy.

"Omar, now I believe you have a heroic courage as you have to the streets." The priest walked out of the confession room, took off his black clergy costume, folded it neatly and threw it on the seat: "J's business and territory belong to you."

"Father, I don't want to sell medicine. Can you... let me help you grab the territory of the TT gang?"

The priest who was just as gentle as water quickly turned around, and his sharp eyes were not in line with his age at all. Then he rushed to the door a few steps, grabbed Omar's neckline in his hoodie, pushed him to the wall with force, and then roared loudly: "Remember, starting today, you must report to me no matter what you do. Even if you want to give me a certain ** mouth - you have to tell me, do you understand?!"

"Father?" Omar a little confused about the priest's anger, but he never had any intention of resisting.

"Don't think about the territory of the TT gang, NO-FUCKING-WAY!"

"After the death of the son of Derek, the head of the police in Montek, do you think he will see us and others fighting for territory and fighting to turn a blind eye when he is looking for the murderer?"

"The pressure of the Mexicans has made the black area anxious. If you are causing me any trouble, go back to the county jail. Don't expect me to spend a lot of money to get you out again!"

From the beginning of speaking, until the priest let go of Omar's neckline, the middle-level gangster, who was called "heroic courage" by the street gangsters in the black area, did not dare to resist at all, nor even had the desire to resist. In fact, Omar, who was holding Nepali's dog legs in his hand, could easily overturn the priest, but he just didn't do that.

The priest sorted out Omar's neckline that he had been caught and returned to his previous expression: "If you want me to hand over the black area to you before you die, don't just practice muscles."

"Father." Omar finally dared to speak: "The Mexicans asked you to meet."

"Promise them."

"I don't understand. Now the FBI and the entire American police have pointed their guns at the Mexicans, the largest drug trafficking gang in the country. Why don't we set up our own doors to drive these guys out of Montek?"

"Turn out? When did you see the police driving Italians out of the United States? When did you see that there is no Colombian or Russian in the United States?" The priest said confidently: "Now is the time when Mexicans need help from Montek the most. You must always remember one thing: When the scenery is beautiful, friends know us; when we are down and out, we know friends. The down and out of the Mexicans will make them pay more attention to their friends, otherwise you think, why should the black bandits in a small town sit at the negotiating table with them?"

The priest asked again: "What are they going to talk to me?"

"Some words not very respectful." Omar continued: "They want all the drug trafficking gangs in Montek to stop all drug trafficking business and make Montek completely clean. This is to cut off our business."

The priest walked out the door with a smile, bathed in the sun and said, "I don't care whether they are respectful, I only care how much profit they use to express their disrespect. Tell the Mexicans that I agree to meet."

"Look Locke and send me the body of the guy in your hand and this bastard to Mexico. Montek cannot stimulate the tyrant if there is any accident. As for the country of Mexico, they don't care whether there is another body."

The priest who reached out to take out a thick stack of banknotes from his clothes gave most of them to Omar, and said, "Buy yourself some things you usually don't want to buy, and send the remaining money to the nursing home in San Antonio for your blind mother to save. The only glory that people like us can still persist is to give our family a relaxed living environment."

He looked down at the few bills left in his hand again. The priest walked out and turned the street on another section, that is, several black children shouted on the side of the road where they were fighting with bare hands: "Whoever wins will win?" He used the stones on the side of the road to press down on a hundred dollars worth of one hundred dollars and about seven or eight dollars worth of ten dollars, leaving without looking at it.
Chapter completed!