Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 158 Trip to New York ()

In the imagination of ordinary people, what does the international metropolis of the United States... New York City look like at night?
Will it be a feast for the eyes?

Will there be many second-generation rich people driving luxury cars around the city center?
Will there be gentlemen and ladies wearing slim suits and gorgeous skirts, walking in and out of lavishly decorated luxury goods, holding cups in coffee shops, savoring their leisure time?
None of the above.

Yes, only the colored groups that are born with camouflage colors are everywhere like cockroaches. They are looking for opportunities and make zero-dollar purchases at any time.

They would use stones and steel pipes to smash the windows of clothing stores and mobile phone stores, and then rush in before the police arrived, looting the valuables inside, and then go home happily.

In New York City, the safest commercial establishment is a bookstore.

On the streets of New York, there are a lot of garbage and needles all over the floor, as well as people wandering around like zombies... No, these people should be called "urban explorers".

Homeless urban explorers occupy the city's downtown, where they are forced to gather because the homeless shelter is located here.

On the streets of New York City, the most common sights are police cars and ambulances with sirens roaring past, and the sound of gunshots ringing in the ears of pedestrians on the road from time to time.

In the sky of New York City, what whizzes past is not the night wind, but the helicopter reflecting a certain TV station. When it appears faster than a police helicopter, it usually represents the occurrence of a big news.

For example, a car that has just robbed a bank, is filled with banknotes, and is preparing to have an exciting chase with the police is the target of the news helicopter.

This is really full of vitality and everything is competing!

The African savannah does not have the same kind of natural selection as New York City in the United States.

In such a stable and peaceful environment, Chris, wearing a black coat, was walking on the street with an armed police subordinate. Brother Ni, who was walking towards him, saw these two people and was like a mouse seeing a cat. Usually, they avoid them subconsciously.

Damn it, Brother Ni, who often gets into trouble, is very familiar with the smell of these two people. Look at the way they always pinch their waists and turn their heads to look around when walking. This is not a common sight for New York police officers on the streets. Posture?

Therefore, the pedestrians passing by stayed away from them, and even the police driving by would subconsciously glance at them and then look away... Well, they were our own people in civilian clothes.

"Hey, brother, don't go ahead." Two police officers standing guard at the intersection shouted to the two Chriss on the other side of the lane.

"Brother, there is a black community ahead. If you go there now, you will be in trouble."

Chris didn't speak. He just gestured to the two policemen and continued walking forward with them.

The two policemen on guard looked at their backs, somewhat puzzled.

"Who sent them in at this time? Do they have any important mission?"

"I don't know...should I report this matter to the bureau?"

"Let's make a record."

Chris continued to walk forward. When he led the people into the street without street lights, there was a rustling movement in the shadows of the roadside. It was the black man hiding in the dark who was sizing up the two people. tiny movements.

A lot of people are looking at these two white guys, they shouldn't be here.

"Hey, man, get out of here quickly, you shouldn't be here!" Someone hid under the dark streetlight and shouted boldly at the two white people. This was both a warning and a kind reminder.

White people coming to black communities, especially at night, will not have good results.

Chris stopped and looked around. Although he did nothing, the momentum displayed by his gesture was so strong that the movements of the nearby black people stopped.

"Hou Li Crab, this guy... is not easy to mess with!"

"But this is our territory, let these two people be here..."

"What should I do?"

Before the black people could discuss a result in whispers, Chris took out a green knife from his arms and waved it towards Brother Ni who was shouting to him.

"Nigger, come here, I have something to talk to your boss about."

The black man came over, and while he was looking at the dollar bill, he was talking dirty words.

"White Pig, you'd better take back what you said. You can't say the word Brother Ni."

"Okay nigger, I know nigger." Chris impatiently put the knife in his hand into the black man's hand. The latter saw that the knife was in denomination of one hundred, so he didn't care about the former's small It's rude.

However, out of nature, the little leader Ni Ge still relentlessly tried to get more benefits.

"If you give me a hundred more, my brothers and I will not care about your courtesy..."

"Would you like brass bullets?" Chris sneered, lifted up a corner of his black coat, and showed off the pistol on his belt. Brother Ni gave up his idea as soon as he saw the familiar style of the pistol handle.

Brother Ni is not afraid of pistols. Who among the black community can live without a gun?
What made little boss Ni change his mind was the style of the pistol and Chris's familiar behavior.

"Take me to your boss. I have something to talk to him about."

Brother Ni cautiously looked Chris up and down again.

"What do you want to do?"

"It's not about arresting people anyway."

"OK, OK..."

……

Niguel's Bar is a bar in the black community. Its name is simple and crude, and it directly and clearly points out the skin color of the bar owner and his loyal customers.

Therefore, when Chris and his two white subordinates, led by Brother Ni, walked into this noisy and sour-smelling bar, everyone looked at them, their eyes full of hostility, and the big "Fake Squid" The chirping of the orangutans is endless.

It wasn't until Chris came to the deep corner of the bar, where a fat black man was sitting on the sofa, looking at the two people walking over, that the movement gradually disappeared.

"What should I call you two?" The black boss took the initiative to say hello, beckoning the two of them to sit down in front of him.

"Chris...what's your name, nigger." Chris introduced himself in this way. He also sat down, while the other person stood behind the sofa without saying a word. His actions immediately let people know that he was Just a little brother.

"Welcome to the nigger bar, Sheriff Chris. I am the owner of the bar. People on the street call me Shark, so just call me O'Neal... Don't say the word nigger. It can easily trigger white people. Conflict with black people.”

O'Neal said this to Chris, and he also waved his hand to ask the subordinates who were surrounding him to leave. No matter what, he did not want an attack on the police to occur on his own territory.

The biggest gang in New York City is these cops wearing black uniforms. On weekdays, black guys can still laugh with them on the street. If you really offend them, spitting in the street, you might get the treatment of emptying the magazine. .

These are a group of guys with a legal license to kill. "Sorry, it used to be called a habit, and I won't be able to change it for a while...Besides, I'm not a New York City police officer." Chris said, but everyone could see his perfunctory expression.

Forget it, O'Neal is self-aware and he is not a big shot in New York City, so he should stop arguing with this guy.

"No further talk, Chris, why did you come to me?"

"I need a car, a car with high horsepower, durability, and a car that won't be found out on the road." Chris said, then reached out and took out a brown paper bag from his arms, and threw it in front of O'Neal. On the wine table.

The brown paper bag fell on the table and made a dull sound. O'Neill's heart was shaken by this. He looked at the bag and swallowed calmly.

"how much is it?"

"Fifty thousand dollars."

"too much."

"Just right."

"Sorry, I'm not a car seller." O'Neal decisively refused.

If an ordinary person came to him to buy a car and offered a sky-high price of $50,000, O'Neal would jump with joy and give the best second-hand car to this fool.

But the guy standing in front of him now is no ordinary person, which makes O'Neal a little scared.

Ordinary Brother Ni would most likely choose to take the money, but as a gang leader and a successful businessman who sells used cars to Japan, O'Neal felt that his life would cost more than $50,000.

"Boss nigger, as the largest salesman in the "used car market" in New York City, won't you have a suitable car for me?" Chris leaned forward, his eyes calm.

"Call me O'Neal, or shark, don't say nigger, if you continue to say this word, I'm worried you won't be able to get out of this community." O'Neal responded with a straight face, threatening the other party with words.

"So, nigga boss, are you sure you don't have a car?" Chris asked again.

O'Neal took a deep breath and thought seriously. If possible, he really wanted to answer firmly and say no, but he still couldn't.

If O'Neal is a fair businessman, the kind who does business seriously, the police can't do anything to him if he refuses like this, and even the police station has to worry about O'Neal's reports and complaints.

The problem is, as a mixed black man, O'Neal really has no courage to refuse.

Only primary school students who have never been out of society will feel that the underworld is very powerful. In fact, the underworld is not awesome. If they are powerful, then why don't they collect protection fees from chain fast food restaurants such as KFC and McDonald's?

Do you not want to accept it, or do you dare not accept it?
Chris didn't give O'Neal much time to think about it. He had already stood up. Regardless of the brown paper bag placed on the wine table, he turned around and walked out with his little brother.

"Wait a minute!" O'Neill shouted.

"Um……"

"There is a parking lot across the alley from the back entrance of the bar. There is a Ford Explorer that no one wants. It is a spliced ​​car. Even if you throw it on the road, you will not know its origin. My little brother will help you find it. ”

"OK, thank you for the information."

"Go away, I don't want to see you anymore..."

After seeing the backs of the two people leaving the bar, O'Neill immediately waved to the boys nearby and then told them.

"Boys, in the past half month, you should be more stable. Don't steal cars, and don't conflict with the Mexicans next door. Do you hear me?"

The younger brothers who were summoned looked at each other, and soon someone stood up to protest.

"Boss, if you don't let the brothers go to work, we will all starve to death..."

"Yes, yes, boss, we are not those Chinese people with family banks. If we don't work for three days, we won't be able to eat!"

"I know, I know." O'Neal shook his head irritably. He knew the virtues of the niggas under his command better than anyone else.

On weekdays, I asked them to save some money, and some of them agreed verbally, but then spent it all. Everywhere in their bodies, only their trouser pockets were the cleanest.

"Take the $50,000 on the table and divide it. Don't use it to fucking buy powder."

Seeing that their boss was so irritable, the younger brothers did not forget to ask when they took the money and left.

"Boss, what happened?"

"Those two guys who just came in, who do you think they are?" O'Neal asked.

"Isn't this just a New York cop?"

"Yes, the look in the leader's eyes is very familiar to me. There must be more than one life of Brother Ni in his hands. When he looked at me, I felt a cold swish behind my back."

"So, use your brains. Two cops came to us to buy a black car. What do they want to do?" O'Neal scolded the younger brother loudly.

"They are trying to do something big! If we don't keep a low profile, do we want the FBI to come to our door and kill the whole family? Keep a low profile and don't tell what happened tonight. Otherwise, if you let me know, I will peel it off with my own hands." Get rid of your skin!"

“But boss, if we close down and other colleagues continue to work, after something big happens, wouldn’t we be very conspicuous?

Other second-hand car dealers are collecting cars normally, but we are the only ones who have..." a smart boy reminded carefully.

When O'Neal heard this, he felt... This makes so much sense!
If there was a regret medicine, if time could be turned back, O'Neal would have known that he would not come to the nigger bar tonight, but would hide and not meet anyone, and avoid tonight's disaster, and he would not be in such a dilemma.

"Then keep working, but don't say anything and keep your mouth shut." O'Neill thought for a while and felt that this was not safe.

"Wait a minute, big ass, go find Potter and ask him to let him know that someone bought a car on the black market and is going to do something big..."

"Brother, won't we offend the police officer if we do this?"

"Ah, that's right. This will offend the police officer. Damn the police officer!" O'Neill's head hurt even more. What should I do?

"No matter, take this money, spend it, shut your mouth, don't talk nonsense!"

Having said that, O'Neal also knows that none of the garbage under his command is unreliable, and he needs to consider leaving New York.

The Japanese partner seems to be very powerful locally and should be able to give me a hand...

(End of this chapter)