During this period, the social status of American military personnel was not high.

Don't look at all kinds of tricks and boasting on literary and artistic works, they are all artistically processed, not to mention the United States, the social status of British soldiers is also not high, just look at the income, at the end of the last century, British soldiers, the annual income is between 39 and 52 pounds, and the annual salary of dock coolies and sailors is about the same.

Southern African naval soldiers, in addition to the basic income, also have a variety of welfare allowances, troops stationed abroad also have foreign allowances, all kinds of income are counted, the annual income is between 120 and 200 rand, the standard middle class.

As a sergeant, Zhu Shun is already in the ranks of non-commissioned officers, earning about 180 rand a year, and his family still has a farm in Victoria, so Zhu Shun has a lot of small bits and pieces, watches, rings, and even the exposed gun handle are ivory, in the context of the economic crisis, such a person appears in a bar in New York, a proper fat sheep.

Don't think that there will be no trouble in wearing a navy uniform, those hooligans at the bottom will dare to kill even the president if they knock the medicine, and it is common to rob someone.

Zhu Shun has not yet realized how bad the law and order situation in New York really is.

New York is to the United States what Los Angeles is to southern Africa.

In Los Angeles, not to mention the road, the road is not left behind, the night is not closed, the security is indeed very good, and in most cases the safety is still guaranteed.

New York is the most chaotic area in the United States, and many European immigrants come to the United States with New York as their first stop, so there are many people who do a job in New York, and then leave New York for all parts of the United States.

"Man, what time is it?" The guy who followed Zhu Shun into the bathroom stood beside Zhu Shun and casually said.

"A quarter past six." Zhu Shun replied casually, glanced down with his eyes, and then his confidence increased.

Oh, man!

"Your watch is good, made in England or Paris? You southern Africans are really rich, such a watch is about one or two hundred pounds, it is possible to be more expensive, I am not an uninformed person, I have seen a watch in Itno that costs 1,500 pounds——" The guy next to Zhu Shun chattered, and put his left hand in his trouser pocket without taking it out: "-Can I take a look?" ”

Zhu Shun didn't speak, trembled and trembled carefully, and walked to the sink to turn on the faucet.

"I'm talking to you—" The ill-intentioned guy yelled, reaching out to grab Zhu Shun's clothes.

Zhu Shun twisted his waist halfway and stepped up, and punched the guy directly in the ribs.

This guy suddenly fell to his knees, opened his mouth wide and had difficulty breathing, and looked at Zhu Shun with a look full of doubts.

At this time, his hand finally came out of his trouser pocket, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

Zhu Shun was furious, and flew up and kicked this guy in the jaw hard.

The creature fell backwards without saying a word, slamming his head against the wall, and then the red blood spread.

In the dim light, the blood stains were extremely dazzling.

Zhu Shun didn't speak, washed his hands very calmly, and then pushed the door out.

A few guys at the door looked at Zhu Shun who came out in surprise.

Zhu Shun turned a blind eye and walked straight through the crowd.

Someone immediately went into the bathroom to check it out, and then exclaimed, "Catch him, he killed Jack, Jack was killed by that guy—"

Zhu Shun returned to the bar, George White and James were drinking happily, and there was a woman with heavy makeup sitting in Zhu Shun's place, I don't know when she came.

"Let's go!" Zhu Shun said hello to George White and wanted to run.

"What's wrong?" George White didn't know what was going on yet.

"Wait, I'm not done yet—" James' hand rested on the woman's thigh, and the woman smiled coquettishly.

At this time, a group of people rushed over from the bathroom and surrounded Zhu Shun, George White and others.

Alas-

Zhu Shun sighed secretly, and casually put a gold coin with a face value of one rand on the bar: "Man, bring me a bottle of the strongest wine-"

The strongest?

It's a strange request, isn't it the strongest bottle of liquor when you come to the bar?

The bartender, visibly surprised, had a twinkle in his eyes when he saw the gold coin, and casually picked up a bottle of whisky produced in southern Africa and placed it on the bar.

This whiskey is made in one of those large black square bottles, which are carried in the hand like a tiny eight-edged purple gold hammer, which is a bottle wheel to ensure that the other party's face is full of flowers when there is a fight.

"Boy, you just killed Jack." A bald man came out of the crowd, with a dagger in his hand flying up and down, the United States does not ban guns, but American guns are expensive, or daggers are more compatible with the temperament of a little rascal.

"Hey, hey, don't talk nonsense, we're not moving here." George White, the sergeant-major, the highest-ranking of the men, sat on a stool in front of the bar, his body facing the big bald head, leaning back against the bar, and holding a beer in his hand.

It is said that this kind of beer mug is also full of materials, and if you hit it on your head, you will be guaranteed to be full of bags.

"I didn't say you, I meant that yellow man-" The big bald head really didn't deliberately insult Zhu Shun, there are more ugly words than "yellow man", and the use of "yellow man" to refer to Zhu Shun is already in consideration of Zhu Shun's royal navy status.

"You mean the robber?" Zhu Shun opened his mouth to qualify.

"What a robber, Jack is a good man—" The big bald head was serious.

"Hahahaha, Zhu is also a good person, we can testify!" James laughed.

Zhu Shun was suddenly in a bad mood, you are a good person, your whole family is a good person-

"Anyway, Zhu killed Jack, there must be something to do-" The big bald head casually dragged a person from behind him, and his thick arms tightly wrapped around the guy's neck: "-This is Henry, Jack's brother, you killed his brother, what do you say to do?" ”

The guy who was dragged over by the big bald head was surprised inexplicably, and looked at the big bald head and was stunned and suddenly blessed to his heart: "-Yes, I'm Jack's brother, you killed my brother--but Kenny, my name is Ford, not Henry-"

"You're not called Ford anymore, you're Henry." Big bald head - Kenny has a fierce face and is a master of this kind of thing.

In New York in 1920, many people died every day due to various accidents.

These little hooligans in bars don't have the habit of calling the police when they encounter something, and the ambulance doesn't even have to think about it, they don't have money, and they can't afford to call it.

"What do you want to do?" Henry White didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

"If you lose money, you need at least 100 pounds—" The big bald head is not very demanding, 100 pounds is only, this is the price of a human life.

“100？ It's crazy about money. George White was surprised, in southern Africa, when encountering a robbery, it is normal to resist infinitely, and it is normal to shoot the robber directly without paying a penny.

"That's a big living person, isn't 100 normal?"

"That's a robber, worthless!"

"You have to give an explanation for the people who killed us—"

"Ten pounds, love or not." George White was out of trouble.

"Don't think about it, 100 pounds is not a big son."

"100 pounds is enough, these Englishmen have money, at least 200 pounds."

George White's concessions were seen as weakness by this group of little hooligans, who were the best at making inches, and when they found that they were profitable, they would swarm like leeches.

"Don't go too far, or you won't have a penny." George White is certainly not weak, and a person who can be a sergeant major has an unknown number of human lives on his hands.

"Why did you beat our people to death, and you still say that we went too far?"

"Put them all down, and they'll be ours—" Someone fanned the flames in the corner of the bar.

Before George White could speak, a cup suddenly fell at George White in the crowd.

George White gave way sideways.

The cup smashed on the bar and shattered.

Then more cups flew over.

George White screamed, and as soon as he put his hands on the bar, the person flipped into the bar.

Under the bar, the bartender pointed a double-barreled shotgun at George White: "Get out, this is not the place for you, remember to break something and lose money-"

"Compensate your sister!" George White yelled, picked up a beer mug and threw it at the bald head.

The bar was in chaos, the air was littered with small saucers of beer glasses, and some out-of-tune guy actually smashed a chair into the bar.

The chair smashed on the wine cabinet in the bar, and countless wine bottles fell down with a bang, fell to the ground and shattered, and the bar was suddenly filled with the aroma of wine, and all kinds of liquor were mixed together, golden yellow, amber, pink, and scarlet were very beautiful.

"Hurry up, get out of here—" George White was startled, and if anyone threw a cigarette butt, he wouldn't be able to dodge.

"You bastards, you're going to lose money—" The bartender with a double-barreled shotgun screamed, crawling out of the bar with George White.

There was already a mess outside the bar, and although the beer glasses and bottles were more lethal, there was only one person, and they still had to fight with fists after throwing them out.

There are many hooligans in the bar, and although the number of naval officers and men is small, they are well-trained and cooperate tacitly, and the situation of the melee is not down.

Several people had already fallen on the ground, motionless and unaware of their lives and deaths.

The big bald head rushed straight at George White.

George White picked up a barstool and slammed it on the bald head.

The big bald head fell to the ground without saying a word.

The fire finally broke out in the bar, and then the fire spread rapidly, and the little hooligans and naval officers and men who were fighting were unconscious, all kinds of strange screams and roars were mixed together, and the two little hooligans in the corner of the bar actually rolled together, as if no one was aware.

Bang!

George White finally fired, not as a hit, but as a warning.

The little hooligans, who were carried away by the alcohol, came to their senses and scrambled to escape from the bar.

However, when the officers and men of the Navy left the bar, they did not forget to drag the people on the ground away.