The Great Demon King

Chapter 9 It's been a long time

Hell's Kitchen is an area on the west coast of Manhattan Island in New York City, USA. It used to be a famous slum on Manhattan Island. It is famous for its messy and backward living quality, serious ethnic conflicts and high crime rate.

Although Hell's Kitchen was famous for slums, criminals or gangsters in the past, in recent years, due to its location close to the midtown business district of Manhattan, and the continuous investment of real estate developers, it has brought rapid development, which has led to continued gentrification.

The so-called gentrification, to put it bluntly, means that rich people come here to buy houses and enjoy themselves, while the poor are driven out, and the crime rate is reduced.

Of course, relying on real estate to eradicate poverty and crime is a joke, and those gangsters can still find a place to settle down—the eastern periphery of Hell’s Kitchen has become their new stronghold, and it’s just a nest to move around.

Qian Song's luck is very good. Not long after he walked out of Central Park, he came to Den of Thieves, where there are all kinds of underground fighting arenas, underground casinos, red light districts, black shops that rob and sell stolen goods, etc., all kinds of crimes you can imagine Activities are happening every minute.

When Qian Song came in, it was like entering no one's land.

The reason may be that the tattoo on his neck is very conspicuous, and the gangsters around him can see it at a glance, and they really regard him as "one of our own".

There are many gangs here, big and small, but they seem to be quite harmonious on the surface. The reason is very simple. New York is only so big in total, and everyone is squeezed into this narrow space. , life can really not go on.

The tattoo on Qian Song's neck was the logo of one of the medium gangs. He had sharp eyes, followed a young Caucasian guy with the same tattoo as his, walked around the streets, went round and round, and came to the "headquarters".

The "headquarters" is a joke. This is just a slightly better slum, and it is a dangerous building.

At the gate, Qian Song was stopped.

"New here? Don't you know the rules? Who is your boss?" The black doorman asked with a scary tendon.

The rule is that a new "little pony" like Qian Song must follow his boss to be eligible to enter here.

"George." Qian Song talked nonsense, and he only knew the bastard boss he killed just now.

"George? Has he finished his mission? Why don't you come by yourself?" asked the doorman.

Qian Song's face was tense, and his lips trembled a little: "I came here to ask for help. Something happened to George! He was surrounded by people. If he dragged on any longer, his things would be taken away. May God bless him."

The guard was taken aback, and didn't dare to stop him, so he let him in.

In the next minute, the black doorman heard various complicated voices from upstairs:
The sound of heavy objects hitting the wall, glass breaking, minions shouting, gunshots, howling of minions, boss screaming, boss crying, boss begging for mercy...

The loyal, strong, brave and resolute black doorman finally decided to keep an eye on his own door and act as if he hadn't heard anything.

About 10 minutes later, the black guard saw Qian Song go downstairs with a refreshed face, and walked out of the yard. When he passed the gate, he smiled at him, showing his white teeth, very amiable.

With this smile, a thin layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on the black doorman's chocolate-smooth bald head, as if it had been drenched in rain.

"Make an appointment, I'll come to pick up things in three days." Qian Song patted the black man on the shoulder, and left after speaking.

It wasn't until Qian Song walked away that the black guard dared to take a big breath.

The black doorman can swear to god he's never been this scared even when he's watching a horror movie.

Obviously that guy looks ordinary, even very kind, but why is his pants wet?

He has encountered gangsters fighting and gangsters eating gangsters. In fact, he used to be a pawn of other small gangs. He was merged by the current gang. Fortunately, he did not die, and he even got a guard. Good luck.

However, the feeling that person gave him just now was not to eat black, but to eat people!
The black doorman didn't even dare to go upstairs to check the scene now. He felt that the boss and his core younger brothers might have gone to hell in peace.

It wasn't until 3 minutes later that he heard the boss roaring from embarrassment again, that he felt a little relieved.

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Two streets away, Qian Song sat on a bench by the side of the road and took out several bullets stuck in his chest.

The perimeter of the bullet hole is scorched.

"Free America, guns shoot every day, this sentence is really not a joke." Qian Song muttered to himself, holding the bullet, carefully observing by the dim light of the street lamp, counting the previous life, in the past 100 years, he This is the first time I have touched a real bullet.

The strength of this avatar was not bad, the bullet, which was two sizes larger than a peanut, could only penetrate about 1 cm into the skin of his chest, and then stopped.

If it was a more powerful gun, such as a sniper rifle, it would probably be able to shoot deeper, and even shoot through Qian Song.

Qian Song couldn't hold back after being shot just now, and plagiarized Thanos' lines: "You should hit me on the head".

He felt that it was right to talk more, and people might believe him if he talked a lot. In the future, there might be enemies who beat him on the head, and then found out that it was just a joke. In fact, for a purple sweet potato essence, the head and Hitting the feet didn't make any difference.

Whether it's the head or the heart, it's just the vitals of animals including humans.

But I'm sorry, Qian Song hasn't been a human being for more than 100 years.

The gang leader promised that Qian Song's identity issue would be settled within 3 days, and he gave Qian Song a small bundle of banknotes, as well as the key to the boss's own private apartment. In these 3 days, Qian Song was wronged to live in his apartment. up.

As for where the gang boss wants to live...their "headquarters" is also pretty good, although the tables and chairs have been smashed by Qian Song, but the sofa is still intact.

At this time, Qian Song actually looked down on his simple and rough style of doing things. It would be great if he could learn the supernatural power of the big demon, which is "charm".

That way, everything will be done with ease.

It's a pity that because of the difference in race, he will never be able to learn that supernatural power.

Just like other kinds of monsters, don't try to learn his supernatural powers.

Throwing the bullets in the trash can casually, Qian Song walked into an apartment with his hands behind his back, and opened the door of room 7012.

This is a very ordinary apartment building, with about 20 households per floor, more crowded than student dormitories.

But don’t underestimate this place. Nowadays, housing prices on Manhattan Island are very high, and an inch of land is equal to a hundred inches of gold. The price of this small suite can buy two single-family villas with swimming pools in other countries.

To Qian Song's surprise, this gang leader was quite hygienic. The room was kept clean and tidy, and there was a faint smell of alcohol disinfectant. He probably had a serious cleanliness habit. No wonder when the younger brother's nosebleed splashed on his clothes just now , His expression looked like he had eaten shit.

"Ah! Bed!"

Qian Song yelled and threw himself on the bed.

Please forgive his gaffe.

He hadn't touched a bed in 115 years.

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(End of this chapter)