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"Go away, red-haired boy!" Sonny waved his hand impatiently, as if he was in a bad mood because of the loss of his brother.

After Suzaku left, Sonny had a gloomy look on his face and called for everyone to come around.

"Raphael wants to take the right path, but we have nothing to say. The problem is, I think the red-haired boy is full of lies."

Sonny looked around, his eyes scanning the faces of his men one by one, especially those who had a good relationship with Raphael.

"The red-haired boy said that they had saved all this money with great difficulty. You can take a look!"

Sonny grabbed the envelope and threw the money out, "Shit, it's all hundred-dollar bills, like it was saved hard? Rafael must have found a way to make a fortune, but he just doesn't want to take us old brothers with him. This is betrayal , is a betrayal of brother and gang member Hong Guoguo."

Sonny's fans echoed: "Boss, tell me what to do."

Sonny sneered: "Raphael is ruthless, don't blame us for being unjust. Bob, bring a few people and invite Raphael over. Maybe he is willing to share his wealth code. Also, her sister is a great beauty, Bring them here together."

Bob, Sonny's henchman, has a hideous skull tattooed on his arm.He chuckled twice and waved his hand, and several members followed behind him, taking steps that they didn't recognize.

boom!

Whoops!

amount……

hiss~

Bob just stepped out of the threshold and immediately flew back, smashing the people behind him to pieces.

"You people... why don't you just accept it when it's good?"

A person slowly walks out from the shadows.

Dappled light and shadow.

There was a strange light in his eyes.

It was Suzaku, who never really left, who believed in these people... He wasn't crazy.

"It's you!"

Sonny hurriedly picked up the gun on the table.

Less than 1 minutes.

Girls in cool clothes and promising young men who once thought they were all-powerful lay on the ground wailing.

Suzaku was sure to show mercy. Dislocation, fractures, internal injuries...he wouldn't die anyway.

"Stop howling, okay? I don't know, I think your family's hearse is drifting. I can't bear the pain, and you still imitate others. It's embarrassing!"

Suzaku stepped on Sonny's shoulder, grabbed his hand, and twisted it hard.

With a "click", Sonny's arm immediately twisted into a small twist. Suzaku looked at his work and was quite satisfied, "Hey, look at your boss, how tough he is! He didn't say a word."

other people:"……"

The reason for not saying anything, apart from being stubborn, may also be that a large ball of rag was stuffed in his mouth.

Sonny rolled his eyes and fainted.

Suzaku picked up an ice bucket and poured it on Sonny's head. The latter woke up suddenly, and the next moment, he almost fainted from the pain.

"Uuuuuuu..."

"Anything to say?"

"Uuuuuuu..."

"It seems that he has something to say. What a coincidence, so do I." Suzaku said: "Regardless of his deeds and his heart, since he has joined a gang, how can Raphael be clean? It is not too much to spend three to five years in jail. It is really going to happen. Whatever happens, Raphael will bear the consequences. As for her sister, don’t you understand that the trouble does not harm the family? "

Suzaku picked up Sonny's gun and loaded it, but unfortunately there was no chance to fire.

"Desert Eagle...you must have watched too many movies."

Sonny's Desert Eagle was apparently modified with a .0.44 caliber, 6-inch polygonal barrel painted gold and weighed about 2 kilograms.

2 kilograms...it's very useful for hitting people.

The emergency department of the American Hospital often receives patients with contusions or even dislocations due to the recoil of the Desert Eagle. It is not surprising, just like the Japanese hospital often treats patients with fractures caused by imitating JOJO's standing posture.

Moreover, the Desert Eagle has a complex structure and low stability, making it unsuitable for responsible combat environments.

The gun is a good gun, but more suitable for collection.

"This should not miss the target." Suzaku put the muzzle of the gun against Sonny's forehead.

If your marksmanship is not good, distance will make up for it.

Fear immediately suppressed the pain of the fracture, and Sonny turned pale, "No, no, don't kill me..."

Suzaku suddenly took a step back. Is there any sense of public morality? He actually urinates and urinates everywhere!

Well, Sonny was scared to shit.

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

"I have money, I have money! I give it to you, I give it all to you!"

This was the first time that Suzaku saw a flattering smile on a painful face.Sonny worked hard enough to survive.

"Am I like someone who is short of money?" The same words came out of Suzaku's mouth this time, which was really ironic.

"Gang, I listen to you, gang listens to you, I am your dog, I will bite whoever you tell me to bite."

"Hum hum……"

Suzaku laughed, walked to the center of the rooftop, and said:

"Sonny is right about one thing. Raphael has indeed found a bigger supporter, which is me. From now on, Raphael and the Latin boy will have no relationship. After all, who is in favor and who is against?"

Glancing at Sonny, Suzaku continued: "I heard from Raphael that Latin Boy was founded by a group of people. How did it become Sonny's private property? If you give it to me, you can treat it like a dog, but it's not rare."

With that said, Suzaku placed the Desert Eagle on the ground.

Walked up to a girl wearing cool clothes.

"what is it call?"

"Kate."

"student?"

“Pratt Institute.”

"Art Academy...I heard that art people like to use stimulation to find inspiration. But you have to understand that there is no way to turn back, and there is no way out of which you can fall."

Suzaku shook his head and sneered: "Girls like bad boys. After having enough fun, find an honest man to marry... An honest man has provoked whoever, and he deserves to be the successor?"

Suzaku jumped off the rooftop, and when he reached the corner, a gunshot rang out, followed by the screams of the girls.

I just don’t know if it was Sonny who shot, or other members who planned to resist Sonny.It doesn't matter, after tonight, the Latin boys will definitely disperse.

The only unhappy thing is that the [Protagonist Effect] was not triggered.

the next day.

Raphael was told that Sonny was dead and the Latin Boys were disbanded.

"Sonny, it wasn't like that before."

Raphael was sad.

People change, especially the vortex of Hell's Kitchen.The lines between good and evil are blurred, and former victims often become perpetrators.

If you want to completely change Hell's Kitchen, it will never be solved by taking down a big organization or catching a super criminal.Hell's Kitchen is a breeding ground for evil. Every time criminals cut it, another crop will grow.

Treating the symptoms but not the root cause is like scratching the surface of an itch.

Of course, Suzaku didn't care.

The people of the Big Apple and even the locals of Hell's Kitchen don't care, so they still expect him, an outsider who has traveled through time, to put all his efforts and efforts into it?

Forget it, it's not like the Virgin bitch is possessed.

the next day.

When Suzaku was browsing the news, he noticed one of them: "Milton Ingram suffered a heart attack and died suddenly in a hotel." 》

The Assassin Brotherhood is targeting the Ingram family, and Suzaku doesn't believe it even if Milton died in an accident.

Wait, Milton... According to the news, Milton is 28 years old, a rising political star in Washington, and the brother of Douglas.

Manslaughter?

Or maybe Fox’s target was not Douglas’s father from the beginning, but Milton.

Sound east and west?

Douglas's father knew that someone was going to attack him, so he would urgently mobilize manpower from other places to strengthen security and reduce going out.On some occasions, Milton attended instead, which actually created more assassination opportunities for Fox.

Simple yet effective strategy.

in the afternoon.

The old watch who said he would give the message within three days sent an address: The Bronx.It's neither Chinatown nor Flushing...that's where Lao Biao can find it.

Great.

They are indeed the American version of the rising sun!

The Bronx is at the bottom of the five boroughs of the Big Apple City, with a mixture of African-Americans and Latinos, and a famous slum.

There is a three-story red brick building on the corner of the street. The signboard is in both traditional Chinese and English:

【New China Supermarket】

【NEWWAHHASUPERMARKET】

"Welcome." The cashier is a Chinese girl wearing glasses.

Suzaku was taken aback.

This girl looks like the actress who died young - Aunt Mei.

"I'm looking for Xu Xi."

"Xu Xi?" The girl didn't think of it for a moment, "Oh, you mean Lao Xu, right? Aqiang, someone is looking for Lao Xu."

A big nose peeked out from behind the shelf...a man.

"Uncle Long" almost blurted out.

"Are you looking for Lao Xu, his friend?"

"Forget it, we met by chance and we were destined to take a boat ride together."

"Oh, hello, my name is Ma Hanqiang, just call me Aqiang." It can be seen that Ma Hanqiang was a little wary at first, maybe because of Xu Xi's identity as a smuggler, or maybe he was stabbed by a fellow villager.

Hearing what Zhuque said, Ma Hanqiang immediately dropped his guard.

"My name is Suzaku."

"O divine bird, come with me." Ma Hanqiang said familiarly: "It's not easy in a foreign country. Please stay in touch more and move around more in the future."

"Why did Brother Ma come to the United States?" Suzaku asked casually.

"Originally I was just attending Uncle Biao's wedding, but then something happened, so I stayed."

Ma Han forced a shy expression.

It's a woman.

Suzaku looked at the cashier girl in disbelief.

Ma Hanqiang waved his hand quickly, "No, no, it's not Yi Ling, it's another one. I'll introduce you when I get the chance."

At the back door of the supermarket, in a small alley, Xu Xi was moving goods.

"Lao Xu, your friend is here to find you."

"Ok?"

Xu Xi, who was bent over, looked up and showed his habitual shy smile, "Long time no see, okay."

"I'm a stranger in a foreign land, so let's just be careless. After a month, I finally settled down." Seeing that Xu Xi didn't expose it, Suzaku said the excuse he planned in advance.

The two smiled at each other.

Ma Hanqiang: "Then you guys chat, I'll be busy first."

"Thank you, Mr. Ma."

"I told you to call me Aqiang."

Looking at Ma Hanqiang's back, Zhuque sighed: "What a warm-hearted person."

"Yes."

Xu Xi, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly got up and whipped Suzaku with a rolled-up newspaper.

Suzaku raised his hand to block it.

There was a crisp snap.

It turns out that newspapers hurt people so much.

While blocking, Suzaku raised his foot and kicked him out.Xu Xi protected her abdomen with one hand, but was pushed back three or four steps by the huge force.

Suzaku glanced at his red forearm and asked, "Mr. Xu, is there any misunderstanding?"

Xu Xi said with a cold face, "Aqiang is a good person, don't involve him."

Oh, Zhuque just praised Ma Hanqiang, which made Xu Xi mistakenly think that Zhuque used Ma Hanqiang as a hostage to threaten him. She became angry and rarely took the initiative to attack others.

Suzaku spread his hands and said, "Through the brief exchange just now, Mr. Xu must have some understanding of me. At least I'm not a little guy who can be dismissed in a few moments. So, why don't we have a chat? It doesn't cost me money or my life."

Before immigrating to the United States, Ma Hanqiang was a criminal agent in the Greater Bay Area. He liked to be "nosy" and his career was not satisfactory.

However, as an agent, Ma Hanqiang's professional skills are undoubtedly qualified.

"That's not right." The more Ma Hanqiang thought about it, the weirder he felt. Ordinary stowaways would inevitably be afraid and wary, but Suzaku's elegant and elegant look was nothing like it, and his clothes were simple, neat and fashionable.

"Oops!"

Ma Hanqiang ran back quickly.

"Old Xu!"

Ma Han was furious, but he saw Xu Xi and Suzaku chatting happily.

"What's wrong?" Xu Xi looked confused.

"No, it's fine."

Ma Hanqiang scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'm just asking you, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Zhuque said: "Lao Xu and I reunited after a long absence. It just so happened that the money my family sent me arrived. I would like to treat Lao Xu to a nice meal. How about... together?"

Ma Hanqiang waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, you can just go."

Ma Hanqiang left.

Suzaku continued the previous topic: "What does the remuneration of 10 US dollars mean?"

Xu Xi: "Does it mean I'm valuable?"

Suzaku nodded: "It could also be that the other party didn't intend to pay the balance. I have a friend who has cancer, late-stage lung cancer, and was desperate, so he chose those people. I did some research recently and found that these people are really not good people."

Xu Xi frowned, "What did they do?"

Suzaku said: "They specifically recruit volunteers who are in desperate situations, give them hope, and then imprison them and inject them with a certain serum. They trigger the effects of the serum through extreme torture, turning the patients into superpowers. Finally, they sell the superpowers to a high price. people."

Xu Xi's face was full of anger.He was also a victim of human experimentation. The difference was that their experiment was successful, or so successful that the people behind the scenes felt that they could not control it, so they ordered to be silenced.

Suzaku continued: "My purpose is very simple, to find my friends. The problem is that they can't find the 'workshop'. At this time, they came to me and asked me to find someone, which is you. I think, maybe we can cooperate."

Xu Xi: "Why should I cooperate with you, or in other words, why me?"

"I have investigated you, and what happened in the Greater Bay Area shows that you are a good person. Good people may not be able to save everyone, but they will not sit back and let evil happen in front of them, especially if they have the ability."

This sounded like moral kidnapping, but Xu Xi didn't care.

Good people may not be rewarded, but they hope to have peace of mind.

Suzaku continued: "Besides, these people are looking for you, maybe they are the mastermind behind Unit 701."

The experiment was only conducted in Southeast Asia, and there was no such advanced technology at all.Xu Xi smuggled herself to the United States, partly to regain her sense of pain, and partly to find the mastermind behind the scenes.

Suzaku continued to increase his chips, "I am alone in the United States, without technology, manpower, or financial support. It is already very difficult to gain a foothold. How can I fight against transnational criminal groups?"

At this time, seven or eight and a half young men, chewing gum, walked over from the other end of the alley.

They looked at Zhuque and Xu Xi.

It’s confirmed, descendant of the Chinese dynasty.

Very bullying!

The leader opened the cardboard packaging box and waved: "Cans, take them away."

"Hey, you..."

Before she finished speaking, someone immediately pushed Xu Xi hard on the chest and said loudly: "Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, be honest!"

Yellow-skinned monkey... Xu Xi's face suddenly became gloomy.