Treasure Hunt Tycoon

Chapter 1127: Township Group

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Li Du wondered what the matter was. Are Mexicans so hostile to Americans? No way.

The tourists were mostly foreigners, but there were still Americans on the streets.

He was not afraid of them, but he did not want to get into trouble for no reason.

So before their meal was served, he went up to the landlord, and after some

pleasantries went straight to the topic. “Man, can you give me some information? Those

boys, they’re obviously picking a fight, aren’t they?”

The boss, who was grinning happily, stopped smiling. He looked at Li Du and said, “You

are right.”

Li Du asked incredulously, “Why? Are all Mexicans so explosive? So belligerent?”

The owner shook his head and said, “Of course not. However, according to my guess,

there are two reasons why they picked on you. One is that you are rich, and the other is

that you provoked someone, and some people want to give you trouble.”

Li Du tried to press him for more information, but the boss shook his head and said he

only knew this much.

With these answers, Li Du came back.

Before he could say anything, Brother Wolf said quietly, “Someone is staring at us. Two

people, one on a motorcycle and one in a Nissan.”

Li Du nodded and quietly told what he had heard from the landlord.

When the waiter began to serve them, Godzilla raised his beer glass and sniffed. “Let it

damn go. Let them come, let's eat and drink so that we will have the strength to fight

them.”

He had been in one of the most ruthless gangs in the world. He had seen too much

blood to be scared by a few young thugs.

However, Brother Wolf thought differently. He said, “Later I will go to find a car, and we

can hurry back to the border. It is not worth getting injured fighting a bunch of thugs with

no money or status.”

Li Du has passed the age of fighting for fun, and he agreed with Brother Wolf’s opinion.

These young gangsters did not know who they were, otherwise they wouldn’t have

dared to provoke Brother Wolf and Godzilla.

Once those two got angry, they could kill someone, and Li Du did not want this to

happen in a moment of anger.

Godzilla took a gulp of beer, tore off a chicken leg and gobbled it down.

Hans said, “If it’s because we are rich, maybe they saw us give the beggar some money

and decided we’re generous?”

“It’s possible. Maybe the boss gave the driver too big a tip,” said Brother Wolf.

Godzilla, who was feasting, broke into a laugh. “Hey, Driver!”

Li Du nodded and said, “Yes, the driver…”

He had barely spoken when he realized that Godzilla meant someone else.

A middle-aged man with an expressionless face was walking down the street. He was

still wearing an orange American prison uniform, and he put on a dirty gray and black

cotton-padded coat that looked like it was scavenged from a trash heap somewhere.

Godzilla saw him, and he saw Godzilla. He slowly walked over and asked, “Can I get

something to eat?”

Li Du motioned him to sit and offered him a beer. He felt the man needed a drink to

improve his mood.

Driver didn’t touch his glass. He sat down and took some roast lamb chops from

Godzilla's plate.

Godzilla grabbed him by the shoulder and asked, “What’s the matter with you, man?

That’s not like you!”

He grabbed the tattered cotton-padded coat, flung it aside and draped his own coat over

the man’s shoulders.

Godzilla was tall, and his jacket resembled a robe on the other man, but it was warmer.

Driver smiled stiffly and mumbled, “Godzilla, my brother, thank you.”

“What happened to you?”

The driver grumbled, “Nothing, just encountered something, I just need a bite.”

Li Du, Hans, and Brother Wolf talked about how they came there to experience the

Mexican style and taste Mexican food, and now they had reached the goal and could

leave.

They really didn’t expect much trouble on this trip.

Hans tended to think that their obvious wealth was what provoked local gangsters.

As they discussed this, Driver ate his meal in silence, taking his last bite of corn chips to

dip into the chutney.

“Township group. It’s the township group that wants you, isn’t it?” He asked.

Li Du looked at him and said, “What did you say? You know about this? And who are

the township group? We didn’t provoke these people, did we?”

Driver said, “The young men with a saber in a burning chrysanthemum tattoo on their

necks, they belong to the township group.”

After a brief silence, he told them about the township group.

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They were in the city of Nogales, in the Mexican state of Sonora that had the same

name as its United States counterpart.

Nogales in the north belonged to the United States and Nogales in the south to Mexico.

Driver pointed south, where the lights were blazing. “That’s the industrial zone. The city

depends on it for its taxes. About thirty to forty thousand people work there. They

produce mechanical phone parts, semiconductor devices, jumbo jet air ducts and so

on.”

“You Americans must be familiar with the names of the companies. Otis Elevators,

Black & Decker, General Electric. People who work there have a stable salary and the

job is pretty nice and not very exhausting.”

“All the young people around here want to work there, but they have to be educated or

skilled to get in, and some of them are not good enough for that, and are soon fired.

They’re called the township group.”

Hearing this, Li Du understood and asked, “These young people are the ones who have

been eliminated by the factories?”

“Yes,” Driver nodded. “They are miserable bastards, without a steady income, running a

gang, extorting tourists or doing some other shady business. The people who provoked

you are grasping vultures.”

“How do you know all this?” Brother Wolf asked.

Driver smiled and said, “Some of the township group does not join gangs. They will do

any part-time job and are even willing to cross the border illegally to find work. However,

if they are seized by U.S. law enforcement, they are held in custody for a period of time

and then deported in bulk to Nogales. I stayed with them.”

Li Du asked, “They are thugs, so someone must have hired them, right?”

“I don’t know,” Driver shook his head.

“I’ll find out.” Li Du beckoned to the waiter. “Get us the bill, but let your boss collect the

money.”