Spellcasting Heavens

Johnny is a very common name in the United States. Even if you shout it on the street, there is no guarantee that three or four people will turn around at the same time.

But Johnny Hungry Wolf has put his name on the lists of dangerous persons in the Chicago Police Department, Drug Enforcement Administration, FBI and other major departments.

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

The reason is very simple. In the 1960s and 1970s, the Chicago government introduced a series of welfare policies for single families. Therefore, black men had a completely indifferent attitude towards getting women pregnant and then leaving them alone. They had no psychology. burden, and will not be despised by relatives and friends around you.

Similarly, when women become single mothers, they can not only get cheap apartments, but also various food stamps and subsidies. They can even live better than if they were alone, and they are also happy to have children.

Over time, in places where black people gather in Chicago, more than 80% of the children grew up in single-parent families, and one can imagine their inner health.

At the age of fourteen, Johnny shot and killed a patrolman for a gang boss, and was rewarded for becoming one of the more than two hundred gangs in the city.

With his fierce and tough style, he gained a territory of his own in just a dozen 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 two to three hundred thousand dollars every month, which is simply addictive.

But today, Johnny was very agitated, because several experienced people who were responsible for handling the corpses died inexplicably, and were killed by unknown people on their own territory. The newbies couldn't handle it as fast as the veterans, which led to several There was a backlog of corpses in the house, exuding a pungent rotten smell.

There is no doubt that this is a provocation to him and the entire Hungry Wolf Gang. Maybe there is some conspiracy hidden behind it, and they must be killed as a warning to others.

Roman! Is there no news yet? Johnny raised his head and asked the man who was sitting across the sofa cleaning his gun.

Sorry, boss, there is no news at all. As you know, in order to prevent those police officers from discovering any clues that they should not discover, we have already destroyed all the surveillance cameras around us. The black man known as Roman stuffed the magazine Entering the gun, he explained rather helplessly.

Shet! I hate this situation! I've been telling my brothers to be careful lately. I always feel that something big might happen. Johnny gritted his teeth and warned.

no way!

You must know that this is Chicago, a city made up of countless criminals. At its peak, there are more than 20 shootings every day on average, and the number of people shot can reach nearly 100, which is not inferior to the war-torn battlefields in the Middle East.

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

Johnny doesn't want to be beaten to death inexplicably. He longs for power, strength 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, gunfire suddenly erupted outside the house, not just from pistols, but also from submachine guns and automatic rifles.

boom! boom! boom!

Chug tug tug tug!

Da da da da da!

…

Fuck! Go and see what's going on outside! Are these idiots crazy? Johnny stood up suddenly and roared loudly.

But before the gangsters nearby rushed out with weapons to find out, the sound of gunfire disappeared for some reason, and there was a smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the air.

quiet!

Extraordinarily quiet!

It’s as if everything that just happened was an illusion!

Such a strange situation made these black people with not very developed brains freeze in place, not knowing what to do next, whether to open the door and go outside to find out, or to stay in the house.

Unfortunately, just because they are slow to respond does not mean others are slow to respond.

The next second...

boom!

The door reinforced with steel plates was kicked away by a huge force, and the four grabbers at the door were hit hard against the wall behind and were beaten to a pulp on the spot.

The violence and gore in the picture made these gangsters who were used to seeing death tremble involuntarily. Without saying a word, they aimed at the door and fired.

Although the firepower seems to be very fierce on the surface, the average accuracy is similar to that of most black uncles. They basically rely on random shooting skills. Whether they hit or not depends on God's will.

When all the bullets were exhausted and the weapons in their hands made a clicking sound, they finally realized that they were out of bullets. They took out the bullets from the cabinet and tried desperately to stuff them into the magazine.

But what’s interesting is that I don’t know whether it’s because of nervousness or fear. These guys are far less skilled at loading bullets than usual. Some of them were nervous and their hands were shaking violently.

Ah, what a warm welcome party, isn't it? A young Asian man walked in from the door and greeted Johnny in the room with a smile.

You don't need to ask to know that he is none other than Zhang Cheng who came over personally to eradicate the problem.

Who are you?! Johnny subconsciously raised his pistol and pointed it at the other person's head.

Although the opponent didn't even have a decent weapon on his body, he somehow felt that he might die tonight, and that he would die miserably.

I'm the person you've been looking for. Do you know? You shouldn't give up even after those trash guys are dead. I'm a person who hates trouble, but you are actively looking for trouble for me, so I have to ask you Go to hell. Goodbye, hope we meet again in hell.

The words just fell!

Zhang Cheng raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

moment!

Everyone's heads in the room exploded in unison, with blood and brains flying everywhere.

Looking at the piles of tofu-like things on the walls, floor, and ceiling, he couldn't help but subconsciously frowned and complained: Alas, I still can't control the energy as accurately as before, and the power of my spells is also increasing and decreasing. , we have to find a way as soon as possible, at least to ensure that it can stably exert one-thirtieth of its power in its reduced form.

However, complaining was a complaint. He did not forget the purpose of his trip. He looked around the whole house to make sure there were no survivors, and then he took away the bundles of cash and a few thick and shiny gold chains in the safe. Putting it into a travel bag, he turned around and disappeared into the vast night...