America 1982-Chapter 415 - 55: The Black Traitor Martin_2

The agent she has now is far better than Mark Warren, who only knew how to send her to sleep with producers. Ever since she teamed up with Susan, Vanessa has never encountered any harassment again, or perhaps there was, but it was all blocked by Susan before Vanessa even became aware of it.

This also made Vanessa trust Susan’s words completely.

"Because I’ve never had such a crazy idea. I’d only ever think of Tommy as a godfather at most. How could a driver qualify to become the boss’s foster son?" Susan said with a laugh, glancing at Tommy, who was enjoying watching his own father getting provoked by Martin.

Following Susan’s gaze, Vanessa looked at Tommy and then back at Susan, silently observing her expression. With a tender smile, she softly said, "Although I know that Miss Odelia Farell is Tommy’s girlfriend, there was a moment when I thought you might be a better match for him."

"Better not," Susan withdrew her gaze and looked at Vanessa. "I’m the type of woman who, if Tommy gave me a life like Odelia’s, I might end up hating him."

Before Vanessa could ask more, Susan had already shifted her attention back to Colin and Martin.

Colin was indeed prepared to ridicule Martin when he saw his nouveau riche behavior, planning to use the excuse of having him wipe his car on the spot to expose him. However, he wasn’t expecting Martin to speak first, and what’s more, the man had even kissed the back of his hand. This gesture completely disrupted Colin’s train of thought, leaving only the impulse of "Where’s my gun? I’m going to shoot this insulting black bastard!" in his mind.

When he came back to his senses and wanted to explode in anger, Martin had already hugged Colin tightly, speaking fast and softly in Colin’s ear, "Mr. Hawk, everything was the boss’s order. Those officers are also Tony Hawk’s comrades-in-arms. I’m not trying to threaten you, I just want to remind you that if you expose me, both of your sons will be in big trouble."

"I..." Colin’s ear was nearly touched by Martin’s lips, the corners of his eyes were on the verge of splitting, and his mouth trembled as his teeth ground noisily. Yet when he heard what Martin said, he eventually managed to suppress his rage, saying nothing, and just waited for the hug to end before rubbing fiercely at the back of his hand that Martin had kissed.

After Martin walked off with the other military men to greet Tommy and the rest, Hurl approached Colin, "I think you might as well settle down in Hoboken. After all, it’s not much different from Warwick, and plus, the drunkards there are all grateful to you, Colin. After all, if your neighbors in Warwick know you’ve got a black foster son, they’d dig up the graves of your great-grandfather, grandfather, and father to bring you with them."

Colin turned his head to look at Page, who was bending over to light a cigarette at the front of the car. With a cigarette clamped in his mouth, Page looked at Colin with confusion. "What’s wrong, Mr. Colin Hawk, the black man Martin Hart’s godfather? You might just go down in history as the only Klansman with a black foster son since the founding of the Ku Klux Klan in America. Congratulations," he said mockingly.

"I want you to press all the stun guns you have on that cunning black bastard’s body. If there’s even a milliampere of electricity left after the hunt, I’ll have my son fire you! Old Page!" threatened Colin furiously. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Page, with a cigarette between his lips and a stern face, seemed like he was about to burst into loud laughter at any moment, mocking Colin for inadvertently becoming the godfather to a black man.

"If I had known, I should have brought the mill from the estate with us. When you guys go hunting, let him push it. Connect the two points on his chest to wires, with the other end hooked up to the car battery. If he pushes the mill slower than twenty kilometers per hour, it starts to electrocute him."

The group entered the hunting grounds’ preparation area where they changed into hunting gear, selected weapons for hunting, and purchased hunting quotas.

Yes, although you might occasionally encounter some animals while walking in the United States, that doesn’t mean that legally armed Americans are allowed to shoot at animals. Without a hunting license, and if you’re outside the designated hunting area, shooting and killing an American wild animal could lead to more severe consequences than shooting an American person.

If an armed black man shoots another black man in the street, with enough money for a lawyer, the lawyer might even find excuses about accidental discharge or mental illness to help get him off. If the dead man’s family doesn’t have enough money to fight it out, he might not even have to go to prison.

But if an armed black man shoots a wild deer or a raccoon on the roadside out of boredom to practice his shooting, and if someone sees and calls the police, and if the court doesn’t regard him as a poacher but as someone who simply killed wildlife, his best option would be to take that same gun and shoot himself in the head.

Illegally shooting at wildlife, if labeled as poaching, could end with just having your gun license revoked and hunting permits canceled, along with a heap of fines as a lesser consequence.

If the police and court don’t label you a poacher, soon, various organizations like the local wildlife protection association, fishing and hunting association, and hunting consortium will send out their elite lawyers, paid throughout the year with high wages, to make an example out of you to ensure your social death in the area, which is a fate worse than prison.

When Tommy was in middle school, there was a white man in Warwick who, for some reason, went to the side of Kent Lake and killed a dozen wild ducks. Because he didn’t pick up his kills, the jury didn’t consider his behavior as poaching but as more heinous wildlife slaughter. So, these organizations took turns coming forward, and his fate was that his wife divorced him, unable to bear the pressure, she took the children and left him because even their schoolmates would taunt them for having a father who slaughtered animals, destroying the habitat of American wildlife.