Chapter 182 (2/2)

”You're the mother...”

before Hodge's outburst, the black man suddenly raised his knee and hit him heavily on his chin. The huge force made the back of his head hit the fence of the car. Hodge rolled his eyes and passed out with a hiccup.

In the car, the people who had been laughing and watching the excitement suddenly became quiet. Only Steve's retching could be heard, and the scenery behind the car quickly swept back.

The black man felt his curly short hair and looked around at the man in the carriage. He patted the dust on his trousers and asked lightly.

”Who else is interested in my skin color... Or my butt?”

Naturally, no one will answer him. The lightning quick hand just now proves that he is the cruel character who is not easy to be provoked.

The people in the car used to be civilians, so it's impossible to beat such obviously well-trained people. Although they are very unhappy with the black people's arrogance, they can only keep their unhappiness in mind.

”Good. We're done.”The black man walked to Steve at the end of the car. Steve was lying on the fender, panting with his eyes closed.

He didn't even dare to open his eyes. Now he's dizzy.

”How are you, man?”

The black man squatted next to him and patted Steve on the shoulder. He turned his head slightly. After all, the vomit did not smell very good.

”I'm fine. Thank you. I heard you speak for me just now.”

Steve said it off and on, with a smile worse than crying.

The black man's head was tilted, and the villain like Hodge was nothing to him. The little man was discriminated against for his physical reasons, but he himself was because of his skin color.

Both of them are in the same boat.

The black man came closer and lowered his voice, almost blending with the roar of the truck engine.

”If you want to shoot him black on the battlefield, count me in.”

”What? No, I won't do that. ”

Steve was startled because it was too extreme to shoot behind his comrades.

He turned his head, his eyes wide open, and looked at the black man behind him.

The Negro was still expressionless, as if he had said nothing.

”It's just a joke. Look, if I scare you, I don't feel carsick anymore?”

There was no feeling of carsickness, but Steve couldn't tell if he was really joking. After all, he didn't mean to laugh at all.

I hope it's a joke...

”well, I don't know much about battlefield jokes. Thank you anyway.” Steve got up from the floor and went back to his seat, and the black man naturally sat next to him.

The black man, dressed in his old clothes, could see that his family was not very good, but he sat upright as if he were wearing the most expensive dress.

Steve was so curious about him that he rubbed his hand against his clothes and held out to the black man.

”My name is Steve and I'm from Brooklyn.”

The Negro held out his hand and shook it twice: ”new Yorker? You're lucky. I don't know where my home is, but I still have a name. I'm Nick Frey