Here, 80% of the black people in Chicago are gathered here, and there are also a large number of illegal immigrants, so the security situation is very bad.
Gangs are particularly rampant in the West District. Even if the police want to enforce the law in this area, they need to reach a tacit understanding of cooperation with the gangs. Otherwise, the police officers handling the case are likely to be suddenly beaten to death on the streets.
In most neighborhoods, the real rulers are gangs, large and small.
The street where the Old Negro Hotel is located was originally managed by the Soth Gang.
But the punk gang that suddenly appeared took over the territory of the South Gang today, and the local snake the old black man contacted was not very clear about the transactions or battles involved behind the scenes.
But he told the old black man that he had just seen the punk gang coming out in large numbers and heading towards the direction of the hotel!
It's like being poked into a hornet's nest with a stick.
Gao Jing understood it as soon as he heard it.
The guy he let go just now must have asked his gang for help.
Very obedient!
Gao Jing narrowed his eyes, licked his lips, and said, "I'm sorry, I think your hotel will be closed."
Because in a moment, there will be blood flowing here!
"I don't care."
The old black man shrugged: "Even if nothing happens, I won't be able to continue running the business. I originally planned to go back to the countryside to join my nephew, and then retire on his farm."
After living in the West End for so many years, this hotel owner deeply understands a truth.
That is, it is most unworthy to sacrifice your life for money.
Closing the hotel will certainly cost him a lot, but if his life is gone, what's the use of having more money?
"I'm leaving tonight!"
In fact, if such a big thing happened, it would be impossible for him not to leave.
Gao Jing touched his chin and suddenly asked: "Can you do me one last favor?"
The old black man nodded: "Of course."
Gao Jing saved his life just now, so what does it mean to help him a little bit?
Gao Jing took out a mobile phone and handed it to the other party: "Please help me take a video..."
He smiled at the old black man: "The shooting technique is not important, as long as the shooting is as complete as possible."
The old black man was about to ask Gao Jing what video he wanted to take when he heard the roar of a motorcycle outside.
Lots and lots of motorcycles!
The old black man's face suddenly changed - the punk gang is here!
"We can start now."
Gao Jing smiled and said: "There is no password set on the phone, just open it and take pictures directly."
After saying that, he stood up and took a deep breath.
Accompanied by the sound of bones exploding, Gao Jing's body suddenly expanded a lot, bursting through the jeans he was wearing on his upper body, and blazing flames burst out from both arms.
This scene made the old black man stunned!
He knew that Gao Jing was not an ordinary person, but he never expected that Gao Jing was the same person as the "Wind Man".
Another superhero!!
While shocked, the old black man did not forget his mission.
He quickly turned on the camera function on his mobile phone and started shooting at the high scenery.
Gao Jing noticed it and turned around with a ferocious smile: "The fun has begun!"
After saying that, he strode towards the door and suddenly waved a huge slap in the face.
Bang!
The hotel door was shot from a high angle, with pieces of wood and glass flying everywhere.
It happened to hit a Harley-Davidson that had just passed by!
"ah!"
The punk rider riding a Harley never dreamed that he would encounter such a "conspiracy". He was shot in the face, body, and legs by countless pieces of glass and wood, and instantly turned into a bloody hedgehog.
The man and the car fell heavily to the ground!
Such a scene made the punk gang members who followed behind shocked and angry.
Just now, this group of people were partying in a nearby nightclub when they suddenly received an order from the boss and rushed out to avenge their brothers who were attacked.
As for who the enemy is, it doesn't matter to them at all.
Just kill!
But when the real enemy - Gao Jing stepped out of the hotel and appeared in front of everyone.
These arrogant and domineering punk gang members were all scared to death!
In their eyes, the high scene seemed like a demon from hell, carrying flames that could burn everything, and showed itself a smile that represented death.
It’s extremely terrifying!
Inexplicable fear appeared in everyone's heart, and many people's teeth began to chatter.
Gao Jing didn't care about the psychology of these guys at this time. He leaned over and grabbed the Harley motorcycle that fell in front of him.
Shaking off the rider who was already burping, he threw the hundreds of kilograms towards the nearest punk gang member.
Bang!
Gao Jing's power was so tyrannical, and he added the power of flames to the motorcycle. The rider had no time to dodge, and was immediately smashed into a pulp.
boom!
The violent collision of two heavy motorcycles produced an even more violent explosion!
The hot air waves knocked the surrounding punk gang members to the ground.
At this time, many punk gang members woke up from their dreams and raised their weapons to fire at Gao Jing.
Most of the weapons they used were revolvers, and a few shotguns.
However, all the bullets fired at Gao Jing were blocked by a red barrier outside his body and did not cause any damage.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Gao Jing was like a tiger breaking into the sheepfold, shuttling back and forth among the punk gang members, causing a bloody storm.
He slapped a rider away with one palm and kicked away a heavy motorcycle, as if these were hand-made toys.
No one can stop Gao Jing's blow!
In less than a minute, more than twenty heavily armed punk gang members fell into a pool of blood or burning flames, and their screams could be heard several blocks away.
But no one called the police, and no police patrol came to suppress it.
Because this is the West District of Chicago, it has its own rules. Unfortunately, the new "lord" encountered a powerful enemy that he could not contend with, and could only become a sacrifice that was trampled on.
Gao Jing, who had harvested a lot of power of faith, turned around and strode back to the hotel.
He stretched out his hand, pointed at the old black man who was filming at the door and said: "Wind Man, you disappoint me so much. If you think you are not a timid coward, then come to me!"
"My name is Morpheus!"
The old black man, who was completely shocked by Gao Jing's momentum, opened his mouth, and his cell phone slipped weakly from his hand.
But the phone didn't break.
Because before it landed, Gao Jing reached out to catch it in time.
The old black man murmured: "Hug, I'm sorry."
The hotel owner felt that he would never be able to forget the scene just now.