I am a quality captain in American comics

"How is this place?"

Old Mike shook his head and looked at Zhang Beijiang, his face full of pride.

In front of them was a two-story villa located at a crossroads. It should have been used as some kind of specialty store in the past.

As for the specific store, no one knows.

After all, this is the free America. Maybe you can find unsold guns and ammunition in the basement here. Of course, you may also be able to dig out a few mummies in the walls here.

Anyway, anything is possible.

Zhang Beijiang looked at this and felt quite satisfied.

This villa is not in a good location for people in Hell's Kitchen.

Because it is so convenient here, police cars from the police can drive directly in front of it without any scruples.

This is not good news for those gangsters, although there is almost no such profession as a cop here.

But no matter what, this is also a very serious hidden danger.

“Honestly, I don’t think this is a very good place. There are no sheltering buildings around here, and the terrain is not high enough.

If someone comes with a Panther tank, I feel like it's not very defensive.

You know what I mean, I mean is there a building that has a little bit more defense? "

Zhang Beijiang rubbed his chin and asked sternly.

Old Mike raised his eyebrows, good guy.

This guy sounds like a total war maniac. Could it be that he retired from the battlefield in Afghanistan?

"Listen kid, I don't know what you went through in Afghanistan, but that's in the past.

We are safe now, there is absolutely no need for you to build this into a bunker. "

Zhang Beijiang glanced at the other party and thought about what would happen next in this city.

If nothing else goes wrong, there should be a few alien naughty kids invading the earth next, and then a group of alien mercenaries will invade the earth.

Maybe he'll have to fight a bunch of tin men.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that it was necessary for him to live in the bunker.

"Okay, I think you're right. Let's do it here first. If it doesn't work, we can modify it later."

Even so, Zhang Beijiang agreed first.

There’s no other reason than it’s just too cheap here.

You know, this is New York, even though it's in Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan.

But two hundred thousand dollars to buy such a small villa is already a great value for money.

As for the safety issue, just like he said, we can modify it later.

Anyway, with the current technological level of the earth, except for those cutting-edge technologies, it is almost impossible to resist the next crisis.

"Okay, congratulations, this property is yours. To be honest, I have to thank you, this house has been in my hands for fifteen years.

I even thought it was going to fall into my hands. God, I don't know what I would do without a red neck like you! "

"That? You mean, this house belongs to you?"

Zhang Beijiang took out his ears and squinted at the old black man in front of him.

A dangerous and arrogant aura exploded from his body. At this moment, Old Mike thought in a trance that this guy was an aborigine who grew up in Hell's Kitchen.

"What do you mean? Do you want to rob?"

"Robbery? Where can you make money faster than selling a house? If it's 50% off, that's fine. If not, I'll leave now."

Zhang Beijiang stared at the old guy in front of him with a bad look on his face.

Old Mike let out a long breath.

What a risk, it turned out that he just wanted to bargain. Just now he thought that this kid was going to put a gun to his head and make him sign an agreement.

"The bargaining price is very reasonable, but you can just tell me directly next time."

Old Mike wiped his sweat, looked at Zhang Beijiang in front of him and said.

"Rogers, one hundred thousand dollars is not a reasonable price. Maybe we can close the deal at another price. What do you think of one hundred and thirty thousand dollars?"

"No way! This is fucking exploitation! You white gangsters!"

Zhang Beijiang stared at the old Mike in front of him, his eyes almost bursting with sparks.

"Hey, hey, hey! Rogers! I'm just going to ask you for a little more money, don't act like I'm going to blow your ass off with a shotgun!"

"There's no fucking difference, you white bandit! Just wait, I'll show you the power of American Iai!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Mazefak! Calm down Rogers! Calm down Rogers! One hundred thousand dollars! One hundred thousand dollars for furniture!"

Only then did a smile appear on Zhang Beijiang's face, and he stretched out his hand to hold the other person's palm.

"Oh, isn't this my close friend Old Mike? Who made you so frightened? Tell me, as your good friend, I have an obligation to ensure your safety."

"・・・"

Old Mike wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave him a meaningful look.

Does your heart say you are a fucking dog? Will my face change too quickly? And what kind of white bandits did he just talk about? Isn't this guy a Bolshevik?

But he didn't think much about it. Even if he paid 100,000 US dollars to package the furniture, he would still guarantee himself a profit of more than 40%.

"Okay, this house is yours now. Rogers, what are your plans next? You have to understand that if you don't work, sooner or later you will have nothing."

Zhang Beijiang nodded and spoke directly without much hesitation.

"I plan to open a firm, similar to Blackwater Security Company?"

"Huh? Did I hear you correctly? You open a security company in Hell's Kitchen? Are you crazy?"

Old Mike stared at Zhang Beijiang, even more horrified than when he was bargaining with him just now.

"Do you know this is Hell's Kitchen? There are so many gangs here that you can fucking make a man's bowels! You open a security company here? Are you crazy?"

Zhang Beijiang nodded, with a very calm expression on his face, opened the door and strode in.

However, as soon as he stepped into the room, the experience accumulated over the years on the battlefield made his hair stand on end.

There's someone here, and he's a very good evader.

Because he didn't see this guy when he first came in.

"Hi, my name is Rogers, and I think you're at my house right now. If you don't want me to knock you back into the trap of a priest you've never met, you'd better stand up for yourself!"

Old Mike did not speak, but took out a Winchester from under the shoe cabinet on the side.

Zhang Beijiang looked at him in surprise, and the latter shrugged.

"This is Hell's Kitchen, the freest place in America."

"I understand, I understand, but this gun has to be included in the furniture!"

"Hey! This is a fucking robbery! A naked robbery. This is an antique gun! It's very expensive!"

"Damn rat! You heard me! This is my house now, stand up for yourself!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I think I was looking in the wrong place."

While talking, a young white man wearing sunglasses and a suit walked down the stairs holding a guide stick.