Li Du was puzzled. What was going on? Were Mexicans so hostile to Americans? Impossible. Although the tourists on the street were mainly foreigners, there were also Americans.
He was not afraid of these gangsters, but he did not want to get into trouble for no reason.
So, before the food was served, he went to the owner of the restaurant. After some greetings, he went straight to the point. "Man, can you tell me more? Those guys just now, they are obviously stirring up trouble, right? "
The owner, who had been laughing happily, stopped. He looked at Li Du and said, "Your answer is right."
"Why?" Li Du asked incredulously. "Are Mexicans so xenophobic? So belligerent? "
The owner shook his head and said, "Of course not. I don't know the details, so I didn't ask. But according to my guess, there are only two reasons. One is that you are very rich, and they are watching you. The other is that you have provoked someone, and someone is looking for them to mess with you. "
Li Du asked again, and the owner shook his head and said that was all he knew.
With these two answers, Li Du came back.
Before he could speak, Brother Wolf said calmly, "Someone is watching us. Two people, one on a motorcycle, the other on a Nissan."
Li Du nodded and told him what he had heard.
At this time, the waiter began to serve the food. Godzilla raised his beer glass and said disdainfully, "Damn it, let them come. Eat and drink, then you will have the strength to beat them later!"
He had been in the most chaotic gangs in the world and had seen too much bloodshed. A few young gangsters would not scare him.
However, Brother Wolf thought differently. He said, "I'll go find a car first. Let's go back to the border quickly. It's not worth it to get hurt by a group of gangsters who have no money and no power."
Li Du was past the age of fighting. He agreed with Brother Wolf. These gangsters did not know who they were and did not know how to deal with things.
Once they were angry, they might kill someone. Li Du did not want to risk his life for a moment of anger.
Godzilla took a big gulp of beer, tore off a chicken leg, and wolfed it down.
Hans said, "If we want to talk about the reason, is it because we gave some money to the beggar just now and let them see it?"
"That's possible," Brother Wolf said. "It could also be that the boss gave the driver an extra tip …"
Godzilla, who was eating and drinking, suddenly laughed. "Hey, driver."
Li Du nodded. "Yes, that driver …"
As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that the driver Godzilla was talking about was not the same person they were talking about.
An expressionless middle-aged man was walking on the street. He was still wearing the orange-red American prison uniform and a dirty greyish-black cotton-padded jacket. It was unknown if he picked it up from the streets, but it was torn and dirty anyway.
Godzilla saw him, and he also saw Godzilla. Then he slowly walked over and asked, "Can you give me something to eat?"
Li Du gestured for him to make himself at home and pushed a glass of beer to him. He felt that this man needed some alcohol to improve his mood.
The driver didn't touch the glass. He sat down and took some roast lamb chops from Godzilla's plate. He tore them with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth, looking more ravenous than Godzilla.
Godzilla grabbed his shoulder and asked, "Dude, what's the matter with you? This isn't like you! "
He grabbed the man's tattered cotton coat, took off his own jacket, and put it on him.
Godzilla was tall, and the jacket was like a robe on Driver's body, but it was warmer.
Driver smiled stiffly, and while chewing, he said vaguely, "Godzilla, my brother, eat, eat, eat."
"What the hell happened to you?"
Driver muttered, "Nothing, just a little unhappy. Eat, eat."
Li Du, Hans, and Brother Wolf discussed again. Their purpose in coming here was to see Mexican culture and taste Mexican food. Now that they had achieved their goal, they could leave.
They really didn't expect to encounter such trouble on this trip.
Hans was inclined to believe that they had attracted the attention of the local gangsters. Li Du was more convinced that there was someone behind these people. They were a tall tree that attracted the attention of others.
As they discussed, Driver ate in silence. When he dipped the last bit of cheese-corn in the tomato chili sauce, he put his hand down and wanted to wipe it on his clothes, but when he touched his jacket, he took it back and wiped it on his pants.
"Country bumpkins, it's the country bumpkins who want to mess with you, right?" he asked.
Li Du looked at Driver and said, "What did you say? You know about this? And who are the country bumpkins? We haven't provoked these people, have we? "
Driver said, "Those gangsters just now, the young man with the bayonet and daisy pattern on his neck, they belong to the country bumpkins."
After another silence, he told Li Du and the others about the country bumpkins.
They were now in the Mexican state of Sonora, also called Nogales. The names of the two cities were the same.
North Nogales belonged to the United States, and South Nogales belonged to Mexico. North Nogales was mainly developed by transportation, border trade, and mining, while South Nogales was developed by traditional manufacturing.
The driver pointed to the south, which was brightly lit. "That's the industrial city. The city's tax revenue mainly comes from it. There are about thirty to forty thousand workers working there. They produce cell phone accessories, semiconductors, and air ducts for large jetliners."
"You Americans must be familiar with the names of those companies. Otis Elevator, Black & Decker, General Electric, and so on. Working in these places, the income is stable, not too tiring, and more respectable.
"The young people around here all want to work there, but to get in, they have to be educated or have good skills. Some people are not educated or skilled enough. They have applied for jobs but were not successful, so they are called country bumpkins."
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 a bunch of bastards. Without a stable income, they have formed a chaotic gang, extorting tourists or doing some other gray business. The people who are targeting you should be Vulture Inglas's men. They are thugs. "
"How do you know so much?" Brother Wolf asked sensitively.
Driver smiled and said, "Some country bumpkins don't join gangs. They do odd jobs everywhere, and even sneak across the border to work in the United States. However, once they are caught by American law enforcement, they are detained for a period of time, and then brought back to Nogales in batches. I stayed with them. "
Li Du understood and asked, "If they are thugs, then someone must have hired them, right?"
"I'm not sure about that." Driver shook his head.
"I will find out." Li Du waved to the waiter. "Buy the bill, but let your boss collect the money."
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