Soviet Community.

This is a typical Black community, with dirty roads, rundown houses, and lawns left unattended, yards filled with trash.

The only place with a decent environment and greenery is the park on the east side of the community.

In the evening, dynamic music filled the community park, a party was taking place on the lawn, with a row of tables in the southeast corner, holding food, fruits, and drinks, surrounded by a large number of Black people.

They gathered in groups, chatting, drinking, and swaying to the music, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

A Black man with dreadlocks jumped onto a bench and clapped his hands, "Hey ladies and gentlemen, hold on, let me say a few words."

Some people looked at the dreadlock guy, while others kept chatting or were immersed in the music, swaying rhythmically, Black folks are naturally gifted with rhythm.

The dreadlock guy wasn't dissatisfied with this, he turned off the stereo, the whole party quieted down immediately, he shouted again, "Guys, before the party officially starts, I want to say a few words, it won't take long."

A man wearing sunglasses complained, "Come on, Tommy, you bastard, trying to steal the limelight again."

The dreadlock guy waved his right hand fingers, "No, no, no, it's not me who should be in the limelight today.

Ladies and gentlemen, I just want to ask a few questions, all you have to do is answer me.

Are you having fun today?"

"Yes," the response was scattered across the party.

The dreadlock guy pressed his right hand palm to his ear, "I can't hear you, speak louder.

Who invited you to the party today?"

The crowd shouted, "Sherda."

"Who is hosting the party?"

"Sherda."

"Who provided the food and drinks?"

"Sherda."

"So, who should you be most thankful to tonight?"

"Sherda."

The dreadlock guy pointed at a Black man wearing a gold chain, "Who is he?"

"Sherda."

"That's right, he is the host of the party, how about we let him say a few words?"

"Alright."

"I don't mind."

"Oh oh, Sherda..."

The dreadlock guy waved at Sherda, "Come on, man, don't be shy. Today is your stage."

Sherda smiled and nodded to everyone, "Hey, guys, glad you could come to my party.

There's plenty of food and drinks tonight, I hope you have a great night." Sherda patted his chest and pointed to everyone around, "I love you guys."

The dreadlock guy waved, "Let's shout together, Sherda!"

"Sherda!"

The name of the Black man echoed in the park.

Not far away, inside a black SUV.

David cursed, "Fuck! Are they a bunch of idiots? It's just a crappy party, but they're acting like they've taken over the White House.

Feels like my IQ is being dragged down."

Luke laughed and said, "If these guys were normal, they wouldn't be out there robbing and killing prison guards."

David laughed, "That sounds about right.

Do I need to shout your name?"

Luke gave him the finger, "Let's get to work."

"Guys, let's get started." Luke said into the walkie-talkie, then opened the car door and got out.

The officers got out of the car one after another, approaching the community park from all directions.

At first, Luke worried that Sherda might be alert and run away, but to his surprise, when he reached the party scene, Sherda was still there holding a beer and flirting with a few Black women.

"Hey, you white boys, this ain't a place for you, leave immediately." The dreadlock guy saw Luke and the others, staggered over, and pointed at them,

"Don't make me say it a second time, or you'll regret it."

David touched his nose and sneered, "Oh God, I'm so scared I might wet myself."

"Hahaha…" A few officers laughed along.

"Fuck! You bastards dare to laugh at me, I'll make you pay!" The dreadlock guy seemed to feel insulted, pulling out the gun tucked in his waistband, "Apologize to me now, or else…"

With a "whoosh," the surrounding officers all drew their guns, aiming at the dreadlock guy.

"LAPD!"

"Hands on your head, don't move!"

"Stay still, or I'll shoot!"

The dreadlock guy, facing several guns, was instantly scared stiff, his legs trembling.

The partygoers also scampered to the side in fear, a few Black women screamed in horror.

Sherda, however, eyed the armed officers in terror, took a few steps back, then turned to run.

However, he hadn't gone far when he was blocked by Little Black and Jackson, "LAPD!

Sherda, you're under arrest."

Facing the dark muzzles of guns, Sherda had no choice but to raise his hands, "How did you find me?"

Little Black walked over, cuffed him, and smiled, "We could hear those idiots shouting your name from miles away.

By the way, your name stinks.

It has a shitty smell."

Sherda "..."

Not far away, the dreadlock guy was also being shoved into a car, struggling and shouting, "Why are you arresting me?"

David pushed him into the car, "Because you resisted arrest with a gun."

"I didn't know you were cops."

David just shut the car door, not caring. After all, they were already here, and catching one more wouldn't hurt, not a single partygoer would be wronged if they all got taken in.

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