It takes more than an hour to drive from the Brown District to the Brook District. By the time we arrived in the Brook District, it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was getting dark. The biggest feature of the Brook District, where black people gather, is that it is dirty!
The streets are full of dirty garbage, and there are all kinds of messy graffiti on the walls. And some of the people walking on the roadside look like zombies, just like the zombies in the movie. No wonder their
The apocalyptic zombie movie is well shot, it turns out that this is the reality.
Although the United States is known as the most developed country in the world, with national freedom and a gathering place for all races from all over the world, the mutual discrimination between blacks and whites has penetrated deep into their bones.
Therefore, as a Chinese, I cannot understand their hatred. You can see their hatred wars everywhere on the news. It is a common occurrence here.
The life of black people in the United States is very difficult, they are discriminated against everywhere, and their jobs are at the lowest level. Therefore, black people gather in the Brook District, which makes it a place with the highest crime and crime rate.
Especially in the urban area of Brook District, where drug trafficking and criminals are really controlled, there are groups of criminal societies, and the sound of gunfire can be heard from time to time, and the smell of burning corpses is wafted, just like Yang Yudong and others
I mean, the local police didn’t even dare to enter that area!
At the same time, Brooke District is also a gathering place for drug cartel forces. In addition to the forces of the Dragon drug cartel, there are also many old drug cartel groups here!
Behind these drug trafficking forces, most of them come from Moses, such as the Luoya drug trafficking group founded by the world-famous Guzman, and the Carlo drug lords. They are basically the bosses of the old drug trafficking groups.
However, due to the intensified crackdown on drug traffickers in the United States in the past decade or so, many drug lords of old drug trafficking groups have been arrested, but the successors of their groups are still struggling to support the drug trafficking groups.
During this period, new forces continued to rise and then be destroyed. In recent years, the newly emerged Qunlong drug trafficking group has grown in power and has surpassed those old drug trafficking forces.
It can be said that the Qunlong drug cartel has taken over half of the entire American drug market. It can be imagined how powerful this force is.
It’s no wonder that even 26 hours after Jiang Wenhao was arrested, the police still have no clues...
A van drove into the Brook District. Wan Yunting, who was sitting in it, looked at the chaotic streets outside. He could see a group of black people fighting for unknown reasons. Finally, someone pulled out a gun, and suddenly several
The sight of him falling to the ground after being shot and his body twitching made the co-pilot Gao Mingyu turn pale and feel terrified.
But Yang Yudong and Uncle Peng were very calm, as if they were used to it.
Yang Yudong turned back slightly and looked at Wan Yunting beside him with the corner of his eyes. When he saw this scene, his expression was very calm, and it didn't seem to cause him any discomfort at all. This made Yang Yudong narrow his eyes slightly, although she didn't feel well in her heart.
I believe there is publicity about his anti-drug deeds in China, but we can also see that Wan Yunting should be a capable person!
"It's better to stay at home."
Uncle Peng, who was sitting behind him, smiled and sighed.
"Of course."
Guo Feng, who was driving, smiled proudly, and then he slowly parked the car on the side of the road, turned around and said, "Sister Dong, you can't go in anymore."
Yang Yudong nodded, turned to Wan Yunting and said: "This is the territory of the Qunlong drug cartel. Please be careful. If you are in danger, call me immediately."
"Okay, then you can wait here for my news."
Wan Yunting held the Tai Chi sword in his hand, opened the car door directly, smiled at Yang Yudong and Uncle Peng, and got out of the car, looking at the dim street in front. Since there were no merchants here, there were sounds from time to time in the city.
There were gunshots and various screams, but the few black people in front were lighting a fire with gasoline to warm themselves up. They seemed to be used to it. They lowered their heads and muttered something, and glanced in the direction of 30,000 Yunting and the others from time to time.
come over!
"Sister Dong, do you really want him to go in alone?"
Gao Mingyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pointed at Wan Yunting, who was already moving forward, and exclaimed: "Isn't he looking for death?"
"Sister Dong, let me follow you."
Guo Feng hid the pistol behind his back, but the boy was not afraid. He was eager to follow Wan Yunting into the Brook District.
Yang Yudong shook his head expressionlessly and said: "Don't forget what we do. Although the country asks us to assist him in rescuing that Jiang Wenhao, we are not asked to die."
"Don't worry, that young man is not simple. He should be able to come out."
Instead, Uncle Peng, who was sitting in the back, leaned on the chair, holding a kitchen knife in his hand and peeling the red carrot, then took a bite and said with a crunch.
"Yeah, I hope so."
Seeing that Yang Yudong refused to let him go, Guo Feng had no choice but to take out his pistol and throw it aside, and waited in the car with everyone.
Among the black people who were lighting a bonfire around the oil drums in front, one of them was talking on his cell phone and said: "Jem, he's already here!"
A message came from the other end of the phone: "Bring him in."
The black man responded, put down his cell phone and nodded to the companions around him, and then walked towards Wan Yunting. When the black men saw the Tai Chi sword in his hand, they couldn't help laughing and said in English: "
Hey buddy, are you going to show us Chinese Kung Fu?"
Seeing these black men walking towards him, Wan Yunting was already convinced. He nodded and smiled in standard English: "Then do you want to see it?"
"No, no, no, our boss wants to see you. Then you can perform for us."
The two-meter-tall black man looked down at Wan Yunting, shook his head and said with a smile.
Wan Yunting smiled: "Then you are lucky."
These black men didn't know what he meant, so they laughed and said, "Come with us."
Wan Yunting smiled and said nothing. He followed these black men into the city. He could see pistols on their waists in their coats. Wan Yunting didn't care and followed them into the dirty and messy city streets.
You can see many black people inside, blatantly taking drugs, some fighting and having fun, and some hugging black women on the street...
However, as soon as this group of people saw Wan Yunting, they all immediately stood up and gathered around. However, the black man who took the lead suppressed his hand, so these black people did not attack Wan Yunting, but just looked at Wan Yunting with contempt and teasing.
, and also said: "The discriminatory words of Oriental monkeys or yellow-skinned monkeys..."
Wan Yunting naturally didn't care about this. As these black people entered the city, they saw a building with lights like daylight. The streets were filled with various modified cars. Among them, two cars were parked on the road that kept roaring.
A group of black men and women gathered around to cheer for a sports car. As a hot black beauty stood between the two sports cars and waved her hands down, the two sports cars suddenly ejected and rushed out. They accelerated for 100 meters and made several bangs.
The exhaust gas spurted out flames, and the car speeded up, as if it was flying away...
However, the black men who brought Wan Yunting did not bother to watch the game, but took him up to the building...
But in the crowd of black people, a black man wearing hip-hop was sitting on the hood of a car. When he saw Wan Yunting and the others entering the building, he took out his mobile phone to make a call and said with a smile: "Boss, that Huaxia
The boy went in."
"Well, let Mr. Karasawa Ichiro and others prepare."
A man's deep voice came from the other end of the phone.
"clear."
The black man hung up the phone, waved to a boy next to him, and immediately ran into the building.
Wan Yunting followed the black men into the building and went straight up the stairs to the third floor. On the corridor, he witnessed several black men hugging a white woman. They kept screaming. Wan Yunting ignored them and reached the third floor.
The building entered a huge space, with only a white light on, and a figure kneeling on the futon.
He was wearing the traditional costume of the island country, with two samurai swords on his waist and two samurai swords on his left and right sides. He put his hands on his thighs and his posture was straight. As Wan Yunting came in, his sharp eyes were like a wild beast, staring at him intently.
This prey.
Suddenly, the black men behind him turned around and ran out, then closed and locked the glass door. This made Wan Yunting smile slightly, and then he turned around and looked at the man in front of him, who was kneeling on his knees under the light.
Taoist figure…
Suddenly, the lights in the entire hall suddenly turned on. In addition to the middle-aged man wearing an island costume, he saw a total of forty people kneeling on the futon on both sides of his left and right hands.
The young men in their island country's traditional clothes and with two samurai swords hanging on their waists all stared at Wan Yunting fiercely.
"Haha, are you a samurai from the island country?"
Looking at the battle, Wan Yunting smiled, knowing that this must be a welcome ceremony prepared for him by the people behind the Qunlong Group.
So Wan Yunting held the Tai Chi sword and swaggered towards the middle-aged man who was still kneeling on his knees with sharp eyes. Wan Yunting could also feel that this man was not simple. He smiled and said: "What do you call him?"
Ichiro Karasawa looked at the Chinese young man in front of him, and seemed to feel that he was not simple, so he stood up and put his hands on the two samurai swords at his waist. Suddenly a young man got up and ran over, taking the futon on the ground.
Walk…
"Double sword style, Ichiro Karasawa!"
Ichiro Karasawa could actually speak Chinese which was not very standard, but Wan Yunting could understand it, nodded and said with a smile: "You speak Chinese very well, you should have been to our country, right?"
"Yes."
Ichiro Karasawa nodded and said: "When I was fifteen years old, I was fortunate enough to go to China and learn your Chinese martial arts. However, I was very disappointed!"
"oh."
Wan Yunting raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, saying: "Do you think our Chinese martial arts can't compare to your samurai way?"