Baltimore was about 50 kilometers northeast of Washington, DC.
It used to be the third largest city in the United States. It had the earliest railroads and excellent ports, and was an important hub for the Great Lakes industry to enter the sea.
But that was a long time ago.
The current Baltimore had become more and more deformed and chaotic.
The middle-class and rich who had lived here for the first time chose to leave in the face of the influx of African-Americans.
The white people moved to another area, leaving the original area to a group of poor African-Americans.
Just like that, the entire city was split in two.
One part was the rich and the middle class, who lived in the new area with good security and facilities.
Most of the old areas were rife with crime. African-Americans, who made up nearly half of the city's population, stayed here and rotted away day after day.
In terms of crime rate, cities like Chicago and Detroit had to concede defeat to Baltimore.
It was only because Baltimore had a population of less than a million that it didn't have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers that it didn't claim the crown of America's crime capital.
Even so, it wasn't hard to imagine how chaotic the old district was.
But it was still a good place with convenient land and water transportation. It was only about 150 kilometers away from Philadelphia in the north, and 300 kilometers from New York.
Chaos meant that there were many uncontrolled places, and the convenience of the land and water network meant that a large number of illegal drugs could be transported to other places by road, train, and boat.
Luke entered the old district in the darkness of the night.
A moment later, he emerged from an alley. He didn't hide himself anymore, but changed into an African-American vest.
It belonged to a certain small-time dealer in New York. The original owner had become experience and credit points in the system a few months ago, and there wouldn't be any repercussions if he used it once.
This small-time dealer's biggest characteristic was his ferocious appearance and strong body, which was similar to Mike Tyson in his previous life. So, Luke kept him.
Now that Luke was walking in the old district, many people only glanced at him a few times before ignoring him.
A strong African American wearing a very ordinary grayish-black pullover with both hands still in his pockets was not a suitable target for robbery.
If he really went, it was hard to say who would be the robber.
Just like that, Luke walked into a bar not far away.
Most of the neon lights that made up the bar's name were broken. All that could be seen was a J, a Br behind it, and a looming in the middle.
On one side of the door, two African-Americans who were smoking simply glanced at Luke and ignored him.
Luke pushed the door open and entered.
A seven-meter-long corridor appeared in front of him. The brick walls and dim lights made it seem depressing.
At the end of the passageway, a deep bass that made one's heart tremble vaguely came from a door, mixed with gibberish lyrics.
Luke pushed open the second door, and the sound poured into his ears like a tide.
After scanning the hall for a moment, he walked up to the bar and knocked on the counter with his knuckles. "A bottle of beer."
The bartender handed him a bottle of beer and took the money without bothering to talk to him again.
Luke Luke turned and looked at the stage in the middle.
The stage was a disc that extended outwards into four cross-shaped aisles. Two women were dancing passionately on the stage.
One was Caucasian, the other was African. What they had in common was that they were severely lacking in clothes. Their chests were imposing, and their chassis was wide. When they swung it, it felt like the mountains and the earth would shake.
A lot of people around the stage whistled and tempted them with the money in their hands.
They approached him.
The two dancers cleverly used their dance to put themselves in a position where they could receive the money without being pulled off the stage.
It was absolutely necessary to avoid such dangerous situations when dancing here.
If they were pulled off the stage, they would either be bruised or killed.
The bar owner was a deterrent, but he couldn't stop the idiots who got drunk and messed around.
At that moment, Luke was facing the stage, but his eyes were already focused on the virtual projection behind his light-colored sunglasses.
A large number of drones began to investigate the bar. They quietly flew in through various gaps and searched all the hidden areas in the building.
At the same time, Luke's ears were listening to the conversations of the people around him.
He ignored most of the people who were having fun, and focused on those who were acting strangely.
It was like two men leaning against each other and saying things like "tomorrow's goods" and "25,000."
From time to time, a single hoodlum would enter through a guarded door and then come out. Occasionally, they would run to the stage or the bar to spend the money they had just received.
But these small fries weren't Luke's targets.
Before he caught the big fish, these small fish wouldn't enter his fishing range.
Suddenly, the music stopped, and the two sweaty dancers walked back to the stage with only the clothes on their waists and the money pinned to them like flowers.
The two women stood up and blew kisses before they slowly sank off the stage.
Without the music, all kinds of noises rang out.
Whistles, curses, shouts, and conversations mixed together, and everyone's ears were buzzing.
Then, those who went to the bathroom, those who took the opportunity to drink and take drugs, and those who hugged and touched each other took the opportunity to continue.
This was a break, and also the prelude to the next party.
Luke also found his target.
In a luxurious booth, one of them was called "boss," and another called him "Boss Lamarr."
Iron Hand Lamarr was a boss who had a killer iron hand, and the big boss of this bar.
At the same time, he was also Claudia's "big client."
In the past two years, Claudia had provided him with as many as five tons of goods, and Haji had given the goods to Lamarr the few times he had come.
In a drug dealer transaction without integrity or bottom line, it was rare to see money first before goods, or goods first before payment.
Thus, Luke had his eyes on Lamarr.
Even if he found out that there was no one behind Lamarr in the end, he would still have a lot of experience and credit points.
Now that he had found his target, he could only wait.
To avoid alerting Lamarr's possible clients and alerting them, Luke didn't plan to touch this person directly. He would get the information first.
At that moment, the music in the bar rang out again, and the electronic song "Toxic" rang out.
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you
see
I'm
calling，A
guy
like
you
should
wear
a
Warning … "
Three female dancers dressed in skimpy blue flight attendant uniforms rose from below the circular stage.
Luke happened to be taking a sip of his beer. He glanced at them and saw that the one in the center of the dancers was twisting her waist as she walked forward.
Pu!
He spat out the beer in his mouth.
The bartender glanced at him and saw that he had only spat and put the bottle back on the counter, so he didn't say anything.
If this wasn't the bar, he wouldn't care if a customer spat out half a bottle of beer.
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