Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 126 Free America

"Give back the money you just stole, and I can pretend nothing happened." Owen held up his pistol and waved it slightly.

The dark muzzle of the gun immediately sent a chill down the spines of the two black men.

"OK! No problem! Please calm down—"

The two black men felt an urge to curse, but outwardly remained completely obedient.

The two men took the cash they had just snatched from the cashier out of their pockets and put it on the counter.

After putting the stolen money back, the two men turned their pockets inside out and looked timidly at Owen.

"Get lost, and don't let me see you again." Thinking that even if he called the police, it would only mean sending the two to jail to eat a few months of comfortable prison food, Owen put away his gun and waved his hand impatiently.

Upon seeing this, the two black men immediately widened their eyes.

After a moment of stunned silence, he turned and ran away.

After confirming that the other party had gone far away, the McDonald's employees behind the counter finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After cleaning up the mess, the cashier brought out a classic McDonald's meal for two and placed it in front of Irving.

Seeing the extra egg tarts and a cup of cola on the plate, Irving was puzzled.

Unexpectedly, the cashier bowed to Owen the next second and said, "Sir, thank you so much for today. If you hadn't helped me, I would definitely have had my salary docked. These things are just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you can accept them."

"It's no big deal, just a small favor," Irving waved his hand.

Noticing that the other person seemed not to understand, Irving quickly changed his approach, "Any knight with empathy would have stepped in during this situation. You're welcome."

"Knight? Sir, you're so funny." The female cashier was instantly amused by Owen's way of expressing himself.

He instantly became interested in Irving, who was handsome and had a great physique.

After a moment's thought, she spoke up and, under the guise of expressing her gratitude, asked for Irving's phone number.

On the other side, in a dilapidated neighborhood.

A group of Black men were sitting around a television set, watching the game.

The two black men who had just failed in their robbery walked over slowly, looking uneasy.

Upon seeing the two return to the community, a Black man wearing a fake gold chain immediately greeted them warmly: "Hey bro, how was your day?"

Hearing the noise, the Black people who were watching the game just a second ago all turned their eyes to this side.

Feeling the eager gazes of their companions around them, the two Black men silently lowered their heads.

The Black man named Kevin sighed and said helplessly, "Boss, things were going well tonight, but suddenly an Asian guy caused trouble—he had a gun and threatened to shoot us dead if we didn't return the money, so—"

Upon hearing Kevin's words, the Black people who had been gathered around watching the game immediately became restless.

"F**K!! These Asians are such busybodies!"

"Exactly! Where did this idiot come from! Trying to tell us we're robbing him?"

"No way! Where is he right now? We're going to teach him a lesson today!"

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Seeing the crowd's agitated state, the black man sitting in the innermost corner immediately coughed.

Upon hearing the noise, the crowd, which had been excited just a moment ago, fell silent the next second.

The black man in the lead stood up and slowly walked to Kevin and his companion.

After circling the two men to make sure they weren't lying, he sneered, "Shit!! Looks like without guns, forget about fighting for territory, even robbing money is this difficult—"

After thinking for a moment, the black man looked at his companions, gritted his teeth, and as if he had made a decision, said, "Okay, starting tomorrow, you will split up."

Take the money to some gun shops, pawn shops, and other similar establishments to buy some cheap secondhand guns.

The type doesn't matter, whether the gun is broken or not doesn't matter, as long as it's cheap, buy it all!

Hearing the boss say that, all the black men present were stunned.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything.

Noticing that many people had doubts, the leader of the black men took a deep breath and explained, "Right now, the three gangs in Miami are constantly fighting for territory, and it's a complete mess. The Bloods are the most powerful. They've absorbed a lot of local Latinos, and their power and territory are growing rapidly. They not only have connections with the Miami Police Department, but they've also bribed some councilors."

Hellfire and other forces are no match for them. In the future, the entire Miami underworld will definitely be subdued by the Blood Gang.

Therefore, we must hurry up and occupy some territory first!

Only in this way, when we join the Blood Gang, will we not be treated as the lowest-level thugs, but at least we will be able to gain some status.

Upon hearing what the leader said, the group of Black people suddenly realized what was going on.

Meanwhile, having eaten and drunk his fill, Irving put down his iced cola.

He was about to stand up and leave McDonald's.

Just then, his cell phone in his pocket suddenly started vibrating.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Irving wiped his hands, picked up his phone and glanced at it. When he saw that it was a message from James, he immediately opened it.

He glanced at the message and was instantly stunned. He immediately dialed James's number.

As soon as the call connected, Irving rushed in, anxiously asking, "Dude, is the message you sent me real?! You can't joke about something like this!"

James: "Of course it's true. It just happened this afternoon. It'll definitely be on the news tomorrow morning. If you don't believe me, just check the news tomorrow."

Realizing that James was not joking, Irving immediately took a deep breath, suppressing his shock.

After a moment's pause, he continued, "I remember Hudson and Bourne were very popular. How could they suddenly be shot dead?"

"I don't know the specifics, but I heard it's related to the Crown Bar that just opened in South Beach —" James replied.

"Crown Bar?" Owen frowned, immediately feeling like he'd heard the name somewhere before.

After a moment's thought, he suddenly remembered Hudson's invitation to a boxing match last week. A thought flashed through his mind: "Crown Bar? Isn't it also a bar that runs underground boxing matches? I remember now, Hudson mentioned it to me last week, saying that their bar owner was envious of the bar's business and wanted to hold an underground boxing match—"

"But were the deaths of Hudson and Bourne related to this?"

When Irving considered this possibility, a surge of anger instantly rose within him.

If sending assassins to eliminate someone simply because of a business conflict... then the owner of this Crown Bar is far too arrogant!