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Chapter 528 Thunder Fire Gang

Pushing open the back door of the bar, Chen Hao entered a very deserted street.

This street is less than thirty meters away from Maple Street, but they are completely different worlds.

There were almost no pedestrians on the street. The occasional vehicle passed by at full speed and passed by in a flash.

The sidewalks on both sides were littered with scattered garbage and feces, exuding a rotten stench.

In various corners, there were many dirty homeless people huddled. They were either lying motionless on the tattered bedding, or they were sitting with dull expressions on their faces, without any sparkle in their eyes.

There are also two or three black men and women wearing shabby clothes, lying or sitting on benches on the street in indecent postures.

It was already evening, but there were no street lights on the streets, making them look lifeless and desolate.

Seeing this scene, Chen Hao knew that he had arrived in the notorious slum area.

One characteristic of big cities in the United States is that neighborhoods with good security and neighborhoods with extremely poor security are often separated by only one street.

The neighborhood with good security is lively and prosperous, clean and tidy, and police cars patrol around the clock. It can be said that the doors are not closed at night and the streets are not picked up.

However, in the neighborhoods with extremely poor security, which are only a few dozen meters apart, various crimes such as theft, robbery, and murder often occur, making it very dangerous.

Even if the police are close at hand, they will not pay attention to these crimes.

Because in the United States, the police do not serve the people, but serve the rich.

Rich people pay more taxes, and the police get more benefits, so they will naturally protect them with all their strength. Maybe if a rich person loses a wallet, someone will come to his door.

There are almost no taxes in the slums, so the police naturally don't bother to care.

For the rich, America is heaven; for the poor, America is hell.

It's not yet seven o'clock in the evening, and all the shops on both sides of the street have been closed and iron fences have been put up.

Only one McDonald's was still open, but the retail windows were welded with iron bars as thick as a baby's arm - to prevent break-ins.

Seeing Chen Hao's appearance, the homeless people, black men and Lao Mo on the street all turned their heads and looked at them with astonishment like looking at a fat sheep.

White people rarely come here, let alone yellow people.

It is probably the first time for Asians visiting Los Angeles that they went to the wrong place.

Chen Hao ignored them and walked quickly towards Kang Bo Street.

Several black people and Lao Mo who were sitting stood up and followed quickly.

A black man walked up to Chen Hao and pulled out a pistol from his waist: "Hey, boy..."

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, Chen Hao kicked him in the stomach.

The black man screamed and flew more than 20 meters away. With a bang, he hit the front windshield of a car and became motionless.

The other black people and Lao Mo were stunned.

He kicked someone so far, could this guy be the Hulk?

Chen Hao kept walking and said calmly: "Trash, get out of here if you don't want to die."

Several people were immediately angered by his words.

"Asshole, I want to see which one is faster, your feet or my bullets?"

"I'm going to beat this nasty yellow-skinned monkey into a sieve!"

They cursed, took out their pistols one after another, and were about to shoot Chen Hao.

Chen Hao didn't even look back and waved with his backhand.

Several black people and Lao Mo instantly flew up to an altitude of tens of meters, and then fell down with their heads downwards.

"No!"

"ah!"

Amid the shrill screams, they fell hard on the hard cement road one after another. Their brains burst immediately and they died miserably.

Chen Hao didn't even look back.

In addition to taking drugs every day, these people commit crimes and are simply the scum of society. Killing them has no psychological burden at all.

The other homeless people, the black man and Lao Mo, were already ready to take a share of the pie, but when they saw this scene, they were frightened to death and ran away like a bereaved dog.

A few minutes later, Chen Hao arrived at No. 97 Kangbo Street.

This is a large courtyard with a three-meter-high cement wall and two heavy, locked iron doors, which wrap everything inside so tightly that not even a sound can come out.

Chen Hao stood in front of the door and scanned it with his spiritual consciousness.

After a moment, he frowned slightly.

Lin Suxin was not inside.

It seems that the only option is to ask directly.

Chen Hao stretched out his hand and the lock on the iron door automatically fell off and then slowly opened outward.

Chen Hao walked in.

The yard is quite large, half of it is grass and half of it is flower beds. In the middle is a path studded with pebbles, leading to the front door of a two-story building.

The door of the small building was open, lights were on in most rooms, and different voices could be heard faintly inside.

A young white man wearing jeans just walked out and was shocked when he saw this scene.

He reacted quickly and immediately pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it at Chen Hao: "Who are you?"

Chen Hao hooked his fingers, and his pistol automatically came out and fell into Chen Hao's hand.

The young white man was shocked.

Chen Hao walked up to him and pointed his pistol at his forehead: "Is this the Thunder Fire Gang?"

The young white man raised his hands anxiously: "Yes, who are you?"

Chen Haodao: "Take me to see your boss."

The young white man's eyes lit up: "Okay."

He raised his hands, turned around and walked into the small building.

Chen Hao followed behind.

"Jason, I heard you shouting, what happened?"

A white young man with dreadlocks walked out of a room and asked.

Immediately, he saw Jason being pointed at a gun by Chen Hao, and was shocked.

However, the dreadlocked young man reacted quickly and immediately drew his gun and pointed it at Chen Hao while shouting: "Someone is coming!"

Jason stopped, thinking that Chen Hao would use him as a hostage to confront the dreadlocked young man.

Unexpectedly, Chen Hao paid no attention to the dirty-haired young man's intention. Without even looking at him, he hit Jason on the back of the head with the barrel of his gun: "Hurry up and find your boss."

Jason had no choice but to continue walking forward and climb the stairs.

Chen Hao followed him upstairs.

Hearing the shouts of the dreadlocked young man, people poured out of each room on the first floor, holding weapons in their hands and looking at Chen Hao in surprise.

"Who are you? Stop! Don't move!"

"Let Jason go, or we'll shoot."

They pointed their guns at Chen Hao and shouted sharply.

Chen Hao turned a blind eye and just forced Jason to go up.

No one dared to shoot, so they had no choice but to follow him upstairs.

As soon as we arrived on the second floor, the door to the room at the end of the corridor opened, and a tall black man stuck his head out: "What happened? Is it a mess?"

Jason waved quickly: "Lucas, there is someone behind me who wants to see the boss."

As he spoke, he moved his body slightly, revealing Chen Hao's figure.

The black man was shocked. He didn't expect that someone would dare to break into the headquarters of the Thunderfire Gang and threaten a member of the gang with a pistol.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

he asked loudly.

However, Chen Hao ignored him at all and just pointed at Jason with his gun: "Go in."

Jason had no choice but to move forward.

The tall black man's expression changed and he was about to close the door.

Suddenly, a lazy voice came from behind: "Let him come in."


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