I am a quality captain in American comics

Zhang Beijiang is naturally not a believer in men and women, and he is not afraid of the tattoos on his face.

Although he is just an internet troll, this body is not.

This is not the real world. A hero who can face thousands of troops alone cannot be stabbed to death by two hooligans on the road to his hometown.

So Zhang Beijiang hit him very hard. Judging from his actions, this unlucky guy should be able to become a leading figure in the backstreets in the future.

After all, this kid even sacrificed his own teeth in order to provide some kind of service.

After finishing all this, Zhang Beijiang turned his head and looked at the other people, stretched out his hand to grab his hair, and asked.

"So, who else among you has seen our students from Hell High School? Pay attention, I know you are all smart people and should know what the correct answer is."

When Zhang Beijiang said this, he did not forget to stretch out his foot and crush the back of the unlucky man's head.

"Damn it! Let go, you're about to kill him."

Zhang Beijiang stared at the guy who yelled the loudest, then turned to look at Old John, who was dressed like Niu Zi. The latter understood what he was doing and stepped forward to kick the unfortunate guy to the ground.

The barrel of the gun was thrust directly into the skinny monkey's mouth, and the cold barrel quickly calmed the guy down.

The pair of eyes captured by the pleasure quickly regained their clarity, and he stared at the not-so-strong black man in horror.

I'm afraid that he is an addict like me, in which case his life is really not guaranteed.

"Hey, don't be nervous. Tell me where our students are. I don't need to waste a bullet for you. Guys like you will die on the streets sooner or later. Do you understand what I mean?"

As Zhang Beijiang spoke, he walked up to him and squatted down.

"I don't care if you know it or not, you have to tell me two names and some useful information. Otherwise, I really don't mind helping you get rid of this damn life. Do you understand what I mean?"

"woo woo woo woo!"

The man opened his mouth wide and made a frightened sound. Judging from the frightened level of the sound.

This kid should have no arrogance anymore.

Zhang Beijiang then motioned to Old John to move the barrel of the gun and give this man a chance to breathe.

"Hey, listen. I don't know where you are from, but those are just kids. Most of them are helping in various shops, and a few of them are in gangs.

You know, they are minors after all, but they slip through the net of the law like mice. "

"How many of those rats are you talking about, and who would hire them?"

"I don't know, maybe it's those poisonous insects under Leeuwenhoek. You know, their business is not in the spotlight. It is reasonable to use some extraordinary measures."

Zhang Beijiang gave the other party a meaningful look, thought for a while and said.

"Take me to find these unlucky rats, and then use your network to get the children working in the shop to wait for me in the square.

Hell, it’s a good thing there’s only one square in Hell’s Kitchen. Otherwise, I have to explain the situation clearly to you. If this matter is done well, you will come to work in the school from now on.

But the prerequisite is that you have to stop taking drugs, and I hope you can do it. "

Zhang Beijiang reached out and patted the other party on the shoulder, and the latter looked at the other party with excitement.

No one knows how tempting a job is for these homeless people living in America.

In fact, except for a small number of these guys who are physically disabled, most of them are poor people who are bankrupt due to various reasons.

They choose to be homeless because they are bankrupt, and because they are homeless, they have no chance to find a decent job to change their poverty situation.

It's a classic American cycle, where wealth and kindness tend to flow to those who have absolutely no shortage of those things.

"Thank you sir, I will definitely live up to your expectations. I will definitely be able to successfully quit drug addiction, believe me!"

Zhang Beijiang curled his lips and motioned for him to quickly lead the way and finish today's affairs first.

The latter understood immediately and led him and Old John around Hell's Kitchen.

"Hey Steve, I had no idea you had a sense of justice?

Why let him come to our school? Are you so optimistic about this poisonous insect? "

Old John held an old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun and looked at each other with some confusion.

The latter smiled and said, "Things may not be what you see. We are both immigrants and need a local guide here. You know, this is a must."

"Hey! You can't slander me! I'm a native of Hell's Kitchen, and I've lived in Hell's Kitchen since I was thirteen!"

"Oh, come on. Old John, do you really think I don't know that the red scarf you are wearing is from the Chicago Crips?

Even if you were born here, you must have not been back for a long time. "

Zhang Beijiang said casually, and the latter looked down at the scarf around his neck in embarrassment and rolled his eyes.

"You guys who have served in the military are always so difficult to get along with. I'm obviously just a decoration."

"Besides, this kid is not too bad. He resisted just now because he thought those were students and was afraid that we would be detrimental to these students.

So, I think this guy is not a bad person. At least he's not a pure bad guy, and you know how serious drug abuse is in this place.

God, I went to the hospital last time. I only had a cough, but the painkillers they gave me were enough to anesthetize the wounded on the battlefield. "

"What does your father mean that this guy might be a lamb that went astray?"

Old John stared at Zhang Beijiang. Although he did not object directly, his tone said everything.

"Hey, my boy. I gotta tell you something, in Hell's Kitchen. Every guy has original sin in him, even if there's no one who doesn't have original sin in him.

As long as they can survive and stand in front of you alive.

Then they must not be innocent, do you know what this means? "

"Of course I know, but it's none of my business."

Zhang Beijiang waved his hands very bachelorly and said.

"Don't make a fuss, I just gave him a chance. It's best if he can catch it. If he can't catch it, it doesn't matter, and...

Hey, I think we found those mice. "

Zhang Beijiang suddenly stopped his tirade, skillfully opened the safety of the firearm, and got ready to shoot.

And in front of him were a group of people of color dressed in hip-hop styles.

Of course, if it was just like this, Zhang Beijiang might not be so excited.

But the problem is, among these people stands a little boy who is obviously much younger.

It looks like he is not even old enough to go to junior high school, let alone high school.