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Here, as long as you are rich enough, no matter how outrageous things you do, they can be forcibly interpreted as "outstanding", "maverick", "performance art" and other positive comments, and even the shit out of it will be picked up by fans Get up and take a bite, and then shout "really fragrant".

It has to be said that French social psychologist Gustave Le Pen's book "The Crowd" described the hearts of the masses, which is exactly the same as the stupidity, ignorance and ignorance shown in the bottom society of the United States.

Especially when Zhang Cheng walked into the bank hall wearing a towel, the security guards and staff immediately rushed over, trying to expel him as a homeless man.

But after he revealed his identity, everyone at the scene immediately changed into another face, apologizing like a pug, and even the manager on duty rushed out to invite him into the VIP room, and at the same time let his staff run to the next door not far away Bought an expensive and decent designer suit.

But unfortunately, these flattery and flattery did not get any return.

After reapplying for several credit cards and taking away [-] US dollars in cash, Zhang Cheng turned around and disappeared into the night with extremely uncoordinated steps.

Because he didn't want to alarm anyone right now, he didn't choose a five-star hotel as his foothold. Instead, he came to a poor neighborhood and rented an apartment from a Latina woman in her 30s.

……

Time flies, and a week passes in the blink of an eye.

During this period of time, Zhang Cheng basically maintained the state of an otaku who didn't leave the door and didn't step outside the door. He carefully familiarized himself with his new body, for fear that he would accidentally step on a big hole in the ground, or accidentally break a wall. Push to.

By the end of the seventh day, although he hadn't fully controlled it yet, his walking posture was no longer stiff, at least he had no problem coping with daily communication.

After confirming this, he finally didn't intend to continue to be bored in the apartment, and he took the initiative to open the door to go to the street to relax and enjoy the city of gangsters—Chicago.

But just as Zhang Cheng stepped over the threshold and before he had time to close the door, he suddenly saw a familiar figure coming down the stairs.

The other party was none other than the young white girl who happened to meet a week ago.

The other party obviously also saw him, and his complexion suddenly changed. He suppressed the fear in his heart and squeezed out an awkward smile, and took the initiative to say hello: "Hello! I didn't expect you to live here too."

"Yeah, we are really destined. I'm going to have something to eat, do you want to come together? My treat!" Zhang Cheng extended the invitation with a smile on his face.

"Okay...Okay!" The girl obviously didn't dare to refuse, she nodded slightly.

She had seen the tragic scene afterwards, and although she didn't quite understand how a few vicious gangsters were killed, judging from the tragic death, this seemingly harmless oriental man in front of her was definitely a ruthless character.

"Then let's go, I just found a good seafood restaurant on the Internet, which is very close to here."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng made a gesture of invitation, then walked out of the apartment and drove a bought second-hand BMW, and arrived at the destination in a short while.

After ordering several signature dishes and red wine in the store, while tasting the food, he asked with a half-smile, "You seem to have misunderstood me a little, don't you?"

"Misunderstanding? No, I don't think there is a misunderstanding between us. Do you know? I have been having nightmares for the past week. When I close my eyes, I will see bloody images. I have to rely on sleeping pills to ensure sleep." The girl swallowed the food in her mouth, with a hint of annoyance and helplessness in her eyes.

"Relax, you should understand that those guys deserve to die. They are all garbage, criminals, and scum in this society. All I did was send them to where they should go." Zhang Cheng picked up his glass and took a sip of red wine explained.

"No! It's you who don't understand the situation! Do you think those guys are ordinary punks? They are members of the Hungry Wolf Gang! As far as I know, Johnny, the boss of the Hungry Wolf Gang, is frantically looking for the murderer. Be careful." The girl lowered her voice to express her worries.

"Oh? Johnny from the Hungry Wolf Gang? Sounds pretty bluffing..." Zhang Cheng smiled sarcastically.

As a paradise for American criminals, Chicago is home to more than two hundred gangs, large and small.

That's right!

In a city with a population of only a few million, there are actually more than 200 gangsters!

They are densely distributed in the streets and alleys, some of them have thousands of members, and they are large organizations with separate files in the FBI, but most of them are composed of a few or a dozen "dare to fight" young people Small groups, but also derived the so-called "gangster culture".

Including foul-mouthed rappers, hip-hop pop music, a huge network of drug dealers, all of which are part of it.

Young people born here have basically been exposed to gangs since birth. They may not see the police every day in the place where they live, but they must be able to see gang members every day.

Young people who grew up in this environment, not to mention establishing a correct outlook on life and values, many of them have already started killing people with guns at the age of fourteen or fifteen, earning wealth by virtue of the most primitive and violent ways. I will work hard to target those underworld heroes.

But the fighting power of the black gang...

It’s okay for everyone to laugh, basically it’s not much different from primates like gorillas and chimpanzees.

If it hadn't been for the U.S. government's recent promotion of the universal values ​​of "freedom" and "democracy" around the world, and forcibly fooled the "white leftists" in its own country, otherwise it would be enough to send a National Guard at random. It is easy to suppress it, or even uproot it.

"Damn! Don't laugh! You may not be afraid, but I am. Once they find out that I was there, the consequences will be unimaginable. I will die, and I will die very badly." The girl couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

"Tell me where is the lair of this hungry wolf gang? I promise that after midnight today, all of them will disappear."

"You...you don't want to..."

"Shhh-be quiet, give me an address, and I'll take care of all the troubles. Then we'll owe nothing to each other."

Chapter 939 The Destruction of the Hungry Wolf Gang

Johnny, a very common name in the United States, even if you shout it on the street, you can't guarantee that three or four people will turn around at the same time.

But Johnny the Hungry Wolf put his name on the list of dangerous elements of various departments such as the Chicago Police Department, the Drug Enforcement Administration, and the FBI.

As a typical black man in Chicago, he lost his father when he was very young. To be exact, he didn't know who his father was at all, and he relied on his mother to do some flesh and blood business to bring up his three brothers and sisters.

The reason is very simple. The Chicago government introduced a series of welfare policies for single families in the 70s and [-]s. Therefore, black men have a completely indifferent attitude towards getting women pregnant and then leaving them alone. There is no psychological burden , and will not be despised by relatives and friends around.

Similarly, after women become single mothers, not only can they get cheap apartments, but also various food stamps and subsidies, which are even better than living alone, and they are also willing to have children.

Over time, in places where black people gather in Chicago, more than 80.00% of the children grew up in a single-parent family environment, and their inner health can be imagined.

At the age of 14, Johnny shot a patrolman for the gang boss, so he was recognized as a member of more than 200 gangs in the city.

With his fierce and tough style, he has acquired a territory of his own in just over ten years, and managed a large number of illegal businesses in an orderly manner.

Especially helping other gangs dispose of corpses can bring in a net profit of 30 to [-] U.S. dollars every month, which is simply unstoppable.

But today, Johnny was very irritable, because several experienced hands who were in charge of handling the corpses died inexplicably, and were killed by someone on his own site, and the novice couldn't handle it as fast as the veteran, which caused several The corpses were backlogged in the house, exuding a pungent putrid smell.

There is no doubt that this is a provocation to him and the entire Hungry Wolf Gang. Maybe there is some conspiracy behind it, and they must be made an example.

"Roman! No news yet?" Johnny raised his head and asked the subordinate who was sitting on the other side of the sofa cleaning the gun.

"Sorry, boss, there is no news at all. You also know that in order to prevent those cops from finding clues that shouldn't be found, we have already destroyed all the surveillance cameras around." The black man named Roman stuffed the magazine Into the gun, quite helplessly explained.

"Shet! I hate this situation! I have told my brothers to be careful recently, I always feel that something big may happen." Johnny gritted his teeth and urged.

no way!

You must know that this is Chicago, a city made up of countless criminals. At the craziest time, there are more than 100 shootings every day on average, and the number of people shot can reach close to [-], which is not inferior to the war-torn Middle East battlefield.

Among them, small gangs like the Hungry Wolf Gang, which are in the middle and lower levels, will disappear after one night and become cold corpses.

Johnny doesn't want to be beaten to death inexplicably, he longs for power, power and wealth, and longs to establish a powerful force like GD that unifies all gangs in Chicago.

Just when Roman was about to say something, there was a sudden burst of gunfire outside the house, not only pistols, but also submachine guns and automatic rifles.

boom! boom! boom!