sinovels Chapter 7 The Camp Needs You
Chapter 7 The Camp Needs You
"Isidora used to be a nurse, and now she's one of the few homeless people who can still get medicine."
"So she is a rare high-end talent among the homeless, and homeless groups in various neighborhoods are eager to have her join them."
"Chris and I were originally a couple, but Chris recently got a bad case of the flu."
"Chris used to make fitness videos online. After becoming homeless, he needed a lot of medication to maintain his muscles, and Isadora helped him a lot with that."
"I could occasionally hear them arguing quietly before, does this mean it's finally over?"
"It's definitely the same group from the Seventh District. I saw some of them coming to see Isidora once when I was peeing at night."
"Those bastards in Seventh Street are trying to take over our place while Chris is weak."
"They're trying to sow discord between Isidora and us..."
Gloria and Riley, one after the other, helped Simon Lin roughly understand the situation.
Chris, the muscular bodybuilder, is clearly the source of the fighting force for Camp 39.
This is also the main reason why they are able to occupy this favorable environment.
The problem is that Chris has a pretty bad case of the flu, and it doesn't seem like it will heal on its own easily.
At this time, his girlfriend, a rare female nurse among the homeless, was poached by the Seventh Street gang.
"Sigh, our Camp 39 isn't just teetering on the brink of collapse, it's practically on the verge of falling apart."
Lin Ximeng summarized the current situation, and it's no wonder that Isidora wanted to leave.
In this situation, homeless people generally cannot withstand it.
"Simon, what do you think?" Gloria looked at Simon Lin expectantly.
Lin Ximeng stroked his chin and said, "Severe flu, and no medicine available, it's really difficult to handle."
"Would you be willing to stay and help us?" Gloria's tone unconsciously carried a hint of pleading.
For Camp 39 at present, Lin Ximeng is like the only candlelight in the darkness.
Lin Ximeng thought for a moment, not in a hurry to answer, but suddenly said to Riley, "Riley, there's something I want to tell you."
"What's wrong?"
"I can stay, but you have to promise me you won't steal again," Lin Ximeng said calmly, but with no room for negotiation.
"If the target turns out to be an undercover police officer, you won't just get a beating. The whole camp might get wiped out."
Riley felt a chill run down her spine after hearing this, but her expression still showed some difficulty: "I didn't want this to happen either, but I was always getting my cans stolen, and I couldn't even earn ten dollars a day..."
Because of her small stature and feminine appearance, it was actually quite risky for Riley to collect cans safely.
In the slums of Los Angeles, he might one day have someone stick a stick into his back.
"That was before," Lin Ximeng interrupted him, squatting down and pointing to the bulging coins in his pocket.
"By working with me today, you earned $18.3. Isn't that more than $10?"
Lin Ximeng continued, "If anyone dares to rob you again, just call me. I guarantee I'll beat those bastards until they're as shiny as chrysanthemums, and they'll avoid you like the plague next time they see you."
Gloria, who was overhearing this, leaned over and smacked Riley on the back of the head: "Are you stupid? With Simon around, who would dare to steal you?"
"Then I promise you," Riley said, clutching the money in his pocket, his heart burning with excitement. If he could earn this much every day, there was really no need to risk stealing.
"Actually, I think rummaging through trash cans is much more fun. I once found a valuable watch and sold it for a good amount of money."
"Congratulations Simon on joining us and becoming a member of Camp 39!"
Gloria immediately cheered with joy.
She had originally worried that the campsite, which she had finally acquired, would not be taken away.
But now that Lin Simon, who has eight-pack abs and is good at fighting, has joined the team, as long as they can hold out until Chris recovers, and with the two of them in the camp at that time, they can rest easy.
"It's a pity it's too late today, and several people aren't here," Riley said.
"Tomorrow we'll go to the welfare center and get some extra supplies. Everyone, get ready to celebrate Simon joining us!"
Gloria chuckled, "Okay, then I'll just go to Ah Han's supermarket and grab a bottle of wine. We'll have a party tomorrow."
She glanced at the green tent next to her. "By the way, Isidora's tent is empty now. Simon can sleep there tonight? It's better than sharing a tent with Riley."
Riley immediately nodded in agreement, but then, remembering something, looked at Chris and asked, "Chris, you don't have any objections, do you?"
Chris, who had been sitting on the ground in a daze, seemed to finally regain his composure when he heard Riley's question. He slowly said, "I have a new tent here that I haven't used yet. Let Simon sleep in it."
He paused, then added in a low voice, "I'm going to Isadora's tent."
Gloria raised an eyebrow and teased in an exaggerated manner, "Wow, Chris, your possessiveness is off the charts! You can't even let someone else sleep in your ex-girlfriend's tent?"
Upon hearing this, Chris silently bent his arm and showed his biceps to Lin Simon and the other two. Although they were a bit loose due to the flu, they were still firm.
"It's not about possessiveness," he sighed. "When I was a fitness influencer, I used to take protein powder and injections of stimulating drugs every day. I'm used to the smell of those chemicals."
"After arriving at the camp, I liked to sleep with Isidora in my arms, partly because I could smell a similar medicinal scent on her."
He bent down and kicked a pebble on the ground, his tone even softer: "Now that she's gone, I can only make do with sleeping in her tent and smelling the lingering scent... Without the smell of those fitness drugs, I'll have insomnia."
The area under the bridge fell silent instantly. Gloria's teasing words stuck in her throat and didn't come out.
Riley also stopped smiling.
Lin Ximeng was also at a loss for words.
I'd heard long ago that American fitness gurus use large doses of protein powder, employing strong methods.
Little did I know it had already reached the point of sleep dependence!
Dude, who can compete with you for this tent? It's yours to sleep in.
"Goodnight." Seeing that no one objected, Chris turned and walked towards the green tent, the sound of the zipper being pulled open and closed being particularly clear in the quiet night.
Gloria cleared her throat and nudged Riley's foot. "What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and set up Simon's tent. What if Simon catches the flu too?"
Riley nodded quickly, deftly helping Simon Lin set up the tent and carrying the sleeping bag inside.
After everything was settled, everyone went to rest.
Lying in his sleeping bag, listening to the faint sighs coming from the green tent next door and the occasional sirens in the distance, Simon Lin slowly closed his eyes—his first night in Los Angeles was at least quite warm.
the next day.
Morning light streamed in through the gaps in the bridge arch.
As soon as Lin Ximeng opened his eyes, a light blue semi-transparent panel suddenly appeared in front of him, displaying new information.
Daily Intelligence System
[Daily Update: The "Love Kitchen" mobile food truck in the north of the city is distributing free meals today from 10:00 to 13:00. The main dishes are smoked roasted chicken legs (large pieces of meat with bones) and mashed potatoes. According to feedback, the taste is close to that of fast food restaurants. There are already more than 50 people in line. It is recommended to arrive before 10:30.]