People in the United States, the beginning of gun fighting

Chapter 220 Chinatown

Although the death toll of gang members was high, it did not rise to the limit. The New York police only regarded it as a relatively large-scale gang fight, and it was the third time this month.

Not unusual.

When the sunrise was approaching, the three of Luke stood in a manor, and there was an Italian guy kneeling in front of him. His expression was fairly calm, but his face was covered with blood and his body was crumbling.

"The Mafia won't let you go!"

The man in front of him gritted his teeth and said.

"Believe me, it won't be long before the mafia kneels down in front of me like you, let's talk business, they say you're the boss of Queens, I want to work with you."

Luke smiled.

"Cooperation?"

The man sneered, his eyes swept across the bedroom floor, and the people lying scattered on the floor, these were his elite and confidantes.

"Is it worthy of you disgusting fellows?"

Luke raised his eyebrows, and Victor took a step forward with an ugly expression on his face.

"Well, it seems that we need to train a newcomer, and I'll leave it to you, Victor."

Luke patted Victor on the shoulder, and Victor nodded, walking into the man with a sinister smile.

Luke turned around and took Logan away with him.

"We killed a lot of people yesterday!"

Logan was a little unhappy.

Luke glanced at the gorgeous manor and said, "They are all bad people. They sell medicines, smuggle people, and do all kinds of evil."

"So you still sympathize with them? Your head is broken?"

"Some of them may be innocent!"

Logan poked his neck and said.

"Go and ask the maid here, if there is an innocent person among these dead people, I will cut off the head and give it to you."

Luke said bluntly.

Innocent, Luke himself dare not say that he is innocent, besides, these gangsters can get to this position, did they really not kill anyone?

laugh!

This is a serious gangster, killing someone is considered a certificate of merit!
Not everyone in the manor is dead, just like the maid Luke said, she is not dead. The leader of the Italian mafia actually kept a team of maids in the manor. I am too envious, no, too sinful!
Logan fell silent.

"I know you hate killing people, but you can't overcorrect. Bad people must die, and good people can live."

With that said, Victor also came out from behind, nodded slightly to Luke, indicating that it had been resolved.

Logan sighed, agreeing with Luke's statement.

"Okay, before the police arrive, you should go to the military headquarters to report. After confirming who is the local direct line officer, ask him out, and let's have a good talk."

Victor nodded, "Understood, leave this to me!"

Luke smiled, Victor and Logan are actually not the best candidates for this job, but there is no one around, so they can only make do with it first.

After driving the car in the manor, Logan and Victor went to the military headquarters to report. Luke changed his clothes and appeared on the street again.

After a night of inquiries, the current gang forces have not been integrated, and most of them are divided into administrative regions. The Italian just now is a senior mafia leader. Their headquarters are far away in Europe. Even if they want to support them, it is not so easy. of.

The most affluent area of ​​Manhattan is controlled by the Jewish Chamber of Commerce and the local New York consortium. There are few gangsters, and the strength is indeed the strongest.

In Brooklyn, there are no obvious gang bosses, and most of them are scattered into a pot of porridge. Because of the large population, the various gangs are also extremely complicated. Chinese gangs, German refugees, and small gangs of other ethnic minorities gather again and want to control Here, it is far more difficult than controlling Queens.

Of course, the above are just a few relatively large gangs. At this time, World War II broke out, and various European refugees who fled from refugees also turned into gangsters or politicians and lurked in the United States.

It seems to be bright and bright, but in fact it is a mixed bag.

Moreover, Luke also discovered something interesting. The bosses of some gangs, or the subordinates of the bosses, also had shadows of mutants.

Less, but definitely there.

There are many rumors in the market, some say that those people were arrested by the government, some say that they entered the political circle, and so on.

"It's a pity that I don't have mental abilities, otherwise it would be much more convenient to find mutants."

Luke sighed and walked towards the bank with a box of gold nuggets.

Flushing District is the largest and most Chinese-like Chinatown in Queens. It is said to be a Chinatown, but it is actually a gathering place for Asians.

Japanese, East Asians, Chinese, and people from India and other places, there are more people of the yellow race.

Pushing open the door of the bank, he skillfully made an appointment with the manager of the bank. Ten minutes later, a man named Maude Barritt received Luke.

Although he was a little puzzled, he led Luke into the member room with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Mr. Luke, what business do you need to handle?"

Maud said with a smile on his face.

Luke put the box on the table and pushed it in front of him, "A bank card, and then change these things into money."

Maude opened the box with some curiosity. For a moment, the dazzling golden light made him lose his mind for a moment, and then he closed the box suddenly.

Take a deep breath, "Sorry sir, I think you should go to the jewelry store, not the bank, we can't exchange this thing for money."

After finishing speaking, he carefully looked at Luke's clothes and appearance.

"Think about it, there should be a lot of gold coming from behind, even if you can't help it, the boss behind you should have it."

"My boss?"

Maude wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "My boss has a bad temper, let's talk about gold."

"You are two and I am eight, and there will be money in the future."

Luke said casually.

Maude's eyes tightened, [-]% of this box of gold is really a lot!
"I'm going to think about it!"

Maude hesitated, wondering if he could lower the price a bit.

"If it doesn't work, don't force it. I can change to the bank next door."

Luke said everything he pointed to.

The bank next door is run by Jews, and the boss of this bank is against the bank in Wall Street.

"Hahaha, sir, you are joking. Twenty percent is enough, but it will take some time."

Maud said, rubbing his hands.

"how long?"

"You can come and get it the day after tomorrow."

Exchange gold for money, and check the identity of this person by the way, Maude secretly thought.

Luke nodded and threw a card over, "This is my address, send someone over when you're ready."

Maud froze for a moment, then looked down.

【Hercules Elwes】

[No. XX, Third Avenue, Twelfth Street, Queens]

Isn't this the territory of the Italians?
Maud looked up and saw that Luke had already left.

I had no choice but to leave in a hurry with the card and the box. This morning, the leader of the Italians was killed, and the news was released by the police.

This time there is a ruthless person in New York!
Luke walked out of the gate of the bank and wandered around in Chinatown. His eyes were all familiar faces, which made Luke a little distracted.

Unknowingly, I walked into a Japanese-style izakaya.

There weren't many people inside, and most of them were in pairs. When Luke entered the room, a flower girl in a kimono came over.

Large pieces of breasts and thighs were exposed, and although the footsteps were hurried, the hem of the skirt kept shaking.

"すみません、何を食べますか"

(Excuse me, what would you like to eat?)

Luke frowned slightly, and the woman immediately switched to English, asking bluntly what Luke needed.

Luke randomly ordered something according to memory, and the woman left with small steps.

In the United States, hatred of the Japanese was more serious than hatred of the Chinese at this time, mainly because the Japanese took the initiative to attack Pearl Harbor.

Now Japan's influence in the United States has shrunk significantly. Not only are they being bullied on weekdays, but even some high-level Japanese are gradually losing their voice.

So most of the Japanese fled into Chinatown.

This will make you more stable.

After a while, the food came up. Looking at the half-baked dishes, Luke frowned and drank sake slowly.

"boom!"

The door was kicked open with a heavy kick.

A few tall and burly men walked in, two black ghosts, the leader was a German, and he still had the same mustache as the head of state. They were very unpopular people outside.

The mustache patted the big black man on the chest, and the big man kicked over the stool in front of him, and shouted bluntly, "Protection fee を 払え!"

(Pay protection fee!)

The kimono waiter who was standing not far away immediately ran to the back and saw the waiter leave.

The three laughed, and then started beating other Japanese people who were eating at random. Luke smiled and continued to drink sake.

Eating and watching theatre, classic repertoire.

"idiot!"

A curse came from behind, and Luke raised his head. It was a woman's voice.

I saw a group of Japanese coming out from behind, the leader was a woman with a samurai sword in her hand, followed by several men dressed as samurai, all of them were fierce.

As soon as four or five big men came out, the German trio was not enough to watch.

Although his face was a bit dignified, he still took out a pistol from his waist, aimed at the woman in charge, and shouted, "Give me money!"

The woman is also dressed in a kimono, with red cherry blossoms and blue sea fish printed on it, and the exposed skin is particularly white, which is a bit like a black-haired Nicole Robin.

It's what it looks like in One Piece Wano Country.

A group of people held knives, and a group of people held guns. Luke could hardly hide the smile on his face.

It is still under such special circumstances that we can see living Germans in Europe.

Luke silently leaned back, covered the corner of his raised mouth with a wine bottle, and squinted his eyes to watch the two sides fight.

The appearance of the pistol made the Japanese a little flustered. Some people kept looking at the woman. Could it be that she also had a gun under her clothes?
The woman suddenly rolled her eyes at Luke, then her figure moved, and the long knife was swung in the air. Luke's pupils naturally contracted, and then he could barely see the woman's movement, and even took three steps in a row, and chopped off the German with the gun. The right hand, the tip of the knife was raised, and the black pistol was held in the woman's hand.

The German mustache hugged his arm and was carried out by two black men, but Luke got up slowly. The woman's movements just now were a bit strange.

Looking at the progress bar lit up above the woman's head, Luke's smile became more and more wanton.

(End of this chapter)