Chapter 308 The person who came back from the dead
The sky was covered with dark clouds, there was no rain, but there was a strong wind.
Wang Xu was walking on the street. This was a world very similar to the modern world. The streets were busy with traffic, and there were huge billboards and flashing red lights on both sides of the road.
After walking for more than half an hour, Wang Xu didn't encounter anything special, let alone find out what kind of world this was.
The only thing that made him suspicious was that along the way, at least three people secretly called him and asked him furtively if he wanted something good.
When Wang Xu saw the powder wrapped in a small plastic bag like candy, he simply refused.
"Hey, man, do you want to have some fun?" When he reached the fourth intersection, a young man dressed in hip-hop clothes stopped Wang Xu again.
Wang Xu sighed, what kind of world is this? Is the whole people excited?
In half an hour, I encountered four vendors one after another, one on every two streets. The police in this world are just scarecrows in the wheat fields, and they don’t come out to take care of them.
"Man, do you want to feel better? What are you doing looking at me like this? Do you know this?" The vendor wearing a baseball cap and hip-hop outfit lifted up his clothes.
Wang Xu looked down and saw a black Beretta 92F pistol stuck under the vendor's clothes.
"If you don't want to buy anything, don't waste my time!" The vendor left with a displeased look on his face, and under Wang Xu's gaze, he met another passerby.
This passerby looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old. He whispered to the vendor for a while, took out a ten-dollar bill and stuffed it into his hand.
The vendor smiled with satisfaction, took out a small bag of powder and handed it over, saying loudly: "Man, have a nice trip, Liberty City bless you!"
"You too, my friend!"
The handsome boy, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, stuffed the powder into his pocket, quickly took out a pistol, and shouted: "Don't move, policeman, raise your hands!"
Mighty, mighty
Sirens sounded on the street, and two police cars quickly rushed out from the corner, blocking the vendor in front of him.
The hawker was dumbfounded. He was stunned for a moment and ran away. The place he ran to was clearly Wang Xu's side.
"Don't run, we'll shoot you if you run again!" Six or seven police officers got out of two police cars and rushed forward, roaring.
As soon as the vendor heard this, he took out his pistol and fired twice. Although the bullets flew to nowhere, they frightened the policeman and slowed him down a few steps.
bang bang bang
As gunshots rang out, the arrest suddenly turned into a firefight, with bullets flying everywhere.
Six or seven policemen covered the scene in twos and took advantage of the large number of people to continuously shoot at the vendors.
Wang Xu hid behind a big tree and watched for a while, and realized that the hawker's marksmanship was at the rookie level, while the policeman's marksmanship was at the professional level.
Sure enough, the two sides exchanged fire for more than ten times, and accompanied by screams, the vendor fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his head.
After killing the hawker, two policemen carried the body into the trunk, and someone else used a bucket placed in the car to briefly wash the ground.
A minute later, the police car left with its sirens flashing, as if nothing had happened.
"What a professional policeman!" Wang Xu thought after watching the street shootout at the scene and continued to move forward.
When he walked to the next intersection, he saw today's newspaper on sale at a newsstand on the street.
There are not many valuable things in newspapers. Apart from some tidbits, the only valuable thing is the name and date of the newspaper.
"Liberty City Daily, June 10th?"
Looking at the name and date on the newspaper, Wang Xu asked the boss of the newsstand: "Boss, why is there only a date but no year and month?"
"Year and month, what is that?"
The owner of the newsstand is very confused, as if he doesn't know what you are asking.
Wang Xu observed his expression and found that the other person was not joking, as if he really didn't know what the year was.
There is no year and month in the newspaper, and people here don’t know what year and month are, so how do they calculate time.
The more Wang Xun thought about it, the more weird he felt. He took out his specially customized multi-functional mobile phone in the world of black super police and started searching for the signal network here.
Two minutes later, Wang Xu used his mobile phone to crack the signal network and began to browse online information.
This city is called Liberty City. It is located on the east coast of the United States and looks like the location of New York.
Except that New York has become Liberty City, the other information is no different from modern times, even history.
The only difference is that there is no concept of year here, and the largest unit of measurement of years is the month.
In addition, another change is that the Black Society here is more powerful than on earth, just like Hong Kong Island in the 1940s and 1950s. During the day, the police and the government work, and at night, the Black Society works with gangs.
From neighborhood to neighborhood and street to street, they are all governed by different gangs.
Throughout Liberty City, there are at least dozens of gangs, large and small, competing for territory. Among them, the Hongmen Triad, the Glove Party, the Black Truth Society, and the Mexican Family are the most powerful.
"The entire Liberty City is a battlefield between gangs and police. All the struggles revolve around pornography, gambling and drugs. There are no less than a hundred exchanges of fire every month. In addition to the police and gangs, the struggle between gangs is even more cruel.
And by any means necessary, an average of more than a dozen people are killed every day in the fight for territory."
Wang Xu browsed the information on the Internet, and his first impression of Liberty City was chaos.
More than a dozen people are killed in conflicts every day. This frequency of firefights is completely unimaginable in reality.
This is not a Liberty City. It is similar to the war-torn areas in the Middle East. Could it be that all the people here have joined gangs, each with an AK47, and they do nothing but fight for territory.
"What a weird world!" Wang Xu put down his cell phone and started wandering around Liberty City.
Soon, a day passed and Wang Xu found nothing.
I don’t have any clue what kind of world this is, whether it’s a movie, a TV series, a novel, or a biography.
I can't find the protagonist, I can't find the supporting characters, and I don't even know the main plot here.
Wang Xu had no choice but to return to the world of Black Super Special Police, and did not return again until the next afternoon.
"Hey, man, want some fun?"
Walking at the intersection that I passed yesterday, a young man dressed in hip-hop sneakily approached Wang Xu.
Wang Xu was stunned when he saw this guy. If he remembered correctly, he had met this person here yesterday afternoon.
Thinking about it later, wasn't this guy beaten to death? He fought with six or seven policemen and was shot in the head.
"Man, do you want to feel better? What are you doing looking at me like this? Do you know this?" The vendor wearing a baseball cap and hip-hop outfit lifted up his clothes.
Wang Xu lowered his head subconsciously and saw that under the hawker's clothes was indeed the familiar Beretta pistol.
"If you don't buy something, don't waste my time."
The vendor said exactly the same words as yesterday, even his tone and expression remained unchanged.
Wang Xu quickly raised his head and looked behind him, only to see a handsome young man of sixteen or seventeen years old walking over with his pockets in his pockets.
one minute later
"Don't move, police, hands up!"
"Bang bang bang bang"
Wang Xu, who was hiding behind a big tree, saw for the second time that the vendor was shot dead on the spot. The cause of death was still a shot to the head.