Nacho in high school-- the top LA vehicle engineer

In the gray and dimly lit car repair shop, there was a mixture of oily and damp, musty smell. It was one o'clock in the morning, but the street located in the slums of Los Angeles was not asleep. The sound of weapons clashing, cursing, and occasional gunshots constantly echoed, making people's hearts tremble with fear. Every household kept its doors tightly shut, and no one dared to go out at that time. This was the darkest area of ​​the United States, completely different from the bright and dazzling New York City. It was the cradle of poverty and crime, like the mandrakes in hell. Nacho woke up from a nightmare, abruptly sitting up with the image of flames still flashing in his mind. This was the third time he had dreamt of this scene this week. Maybe he should go see a therapist tomorrow. He lay back down, wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, and buried his entire head in it. "Bang!" The door of the repair shop was slammed hard by something heavy, making a loud noise. The old white-gray walls trembled and dust fell off them, giving a sense of imminent collapse. If Nacho guessed correctly, the Piru and Blood gangs were now engaged in their "g**g activities" outside. The reason might be a pretty girl or a conflict between their members... Anyway, these two gangs often clashed, and they could always find some trivial matter to fight about every night without fail. Who cared about the reason? "Bang!" Another sound came, and Nacho couldn't take it anymore. He threw off his blanket and sat up, shouting, "Por favor! Please!" However, his words obviously had no intimidation effect. "Bang!" It was like taunting him, and the roller shutter, which was already about to collapse, now had a protruding circular hole. "Scum!" shouted Nacho in anger, taking out his phone to record a video that he planned to send to his boss, Boss K, tomorrow. He was currently penniless and had only been able to survive thanks to Boss K, an old friend of his father, who took him in as an apprentice at his auto repair shop. It had only been a week since he started working there, and he couldn't afford to pay for the damage to the roller shutter. If anyone accused him of being cowardly, he wouldn't accept it. For someone burdened with deep-seated enmity, survival was the key. Although his revenge plan was still in the works, he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him and risk being beaten to death by those scumbags. Realizing this, Nacho felt a little better and lay back down, looking at the exposed steel bars on the ceiling and counting sheep. ... "Ring, ring..." the alarm clock next to his pillow suddenly went off. Najo had only slept for less than three hours. Without hesitation, he reached over and turned it off, and the world became quiet again. He was about to doze off again when a drop of dirty water mixed with wall dust fell on his face. "..." Irritated, Nacho ran his hand through his messy hair and reluctantly got up. His bedroom was a storage room converted from the auto repair shop and could only fit a one-meter-wide single bed. To prevent the bedding from getting wet from leaks, he rolled up the sheets, put them in a plastic bag, and piled them up in a slightly cleaner corner. Walking by the roller shutter, he saw that the battle from last night had been intense. The roller shutter had been hit several times, and there were smoke stains from Molotov cocktails on the wall nearby. He carefully opened the iron window next to it and poked his head out. It was raining outside, and the air was filled with the stench of blood and urine, making him nauseous. Once he made sure that the two gangs had left, Nacho took a woven bag from the hook and carefully opened the side door to go outside. It was only five in the morning, and he was headed to the dump. Yes, he was going to scavenge trash. Boss K paid him thirteen dollars a day, which included lunch and accommodation. But this amount only covered his basic needs. If he wanted to buy a second-hand car, he would have to save for several years, sacrificing his food and drink. So he had to find another job to supplement his income, and scavenging trash was his current option. Don't underestimate the value of scavenging trash. On his first day, he picked up more than thirty bottles andand earn more than 1 dollar. Moreover, picking up garbage is an effortless job for him. Most of his competitors are children and the elderly. As a young person who is willing to do this job, he estimates that he is the first one to do it with such a bold face. Therefore, he has an absolute advantage in this field, and if he encounters anyone who is not careful, he can scare them away by showing his fists directly. As long as he wakes up early, he can walk around the garbage dump in this area. Thinking of this, he unconsciously quickened his pace. When he arrived at the garbage dump, there were only two old men who looked like homeless people, and no one else was there. The two men were already drowsy and didn't know if they had drunk too much or were high. Nacho stared at them, and the two men embarrassingly retracted their hands and silently moved to the side. "You two have a sense of propriety!" Nacho swung the woven bag over his shoulder and walked in briskly. "Ugh..." Damn it! He was too proud and forgot that this was a garbage dump. He couldn't waste the food he ate yesterday, which cost him 5.8 dollar for a hamburger and a Coke. Now if he vomited, he would be hungry in the morning. At the moment, he couldn't care less about nausea and quickly swallowed the acid reflux that had surged up his throat. He used the tips of his toes to flip through the garbage pile in front of him and chased away the flies flying around. Suddenly, he found a shiny thing not far from his feet. A silverware! The French are very particularly care about dining and like to use silver tableware. If it was true, it would be a real fortune. Nacho quickly stepped forward, bent down to pick up the shiny little thing, and looked at it in his palm. It turned out to be a plum blossom screwdriver! This plum blossom screwdriver was only the size of a palm, shining with silver light, and the steel tip was quite good. However, the handles of ordinary screwdrivers are plastic, while this one is entirely silver and looks high-end. He put it in his mouth and bit it. "Sss..." He almost broke his teeth. It's not silver! He was slightly disappointed but still put it in his bag. Nacho is currently an apprentice in Boss K's shop, but he doesn't know how to repair cars or electronics. He is currently in the observation stage. Ordinary apprentices or clerks do not have tools in the repair shop, and he has always wanted to save money to buy a set, but dreams are full, and reality is skinny. Although this screwdriver is not valuable, it is also one of the essential tools. Nacho continued to search and picked up several discarded household appliances and some iron products. As for plastic bottles, he did not take them. He had a good harvest today, and he left those bottles to the two homeless men who had been staring at him all the time. When Nacho got back to the garage it was almost 6 PM. Nacho hurried to clean up the place and blasted the high-pressure hose to wash away the blood and piss stains at the front door. Even though this American dude wasn't as superstitious as folks back home in Colombia, he still felt uneasy seeing all the b****y mess on the floor. After finishing up, Boss-man K revved up his Chevy engine and rolled up with some sick beats bumping in the background.