The setting sun reflected the sunset on the horizon red, night began to fall, and the lights in the city gradually turned on.

The traffic flow in this neighborhood is relatively sparse, so it’s no wonder that Rama and the others started racing before midnight. If they were in a big city in China, they would have to wait until the middle of the night to do this. In the evening, it is the rush hour for get off work, and there are traffic jams every day. Do you doubt life and still want to race?

The car took Zhao Ming speeding along the empty streets, and occasionally passed a passerby's car. Zhao Ming felt very comfortable, and it seemed that he was quite happy to get out of the car occasionally.

Zhao Ming turned around and glanced at the rearview mirror. Rama's car had been pushed far behind, and he couldn't even see it. It was probably beyond the range of the walkie-talkie. After all, this was an urban area with dense buildings, so the communication distance was

Give a big discount.

It was almost, and after a few more turns, we reached the finish line. Zhao Ming breathed a sigh of relief but at the same time felt a little disappointed. He felt that he was not happy enough. It seemed that he would definitely try racing again in the future.

Danger always comes unexpectedly.

The intersection ahead was a green light, and a Land Rover SUV came from the opposite direction. It was going straight, but when it reached the middle of the intersection, it suddenly turned left without turning on the turn signal, and suddenly crossed in front of Zhao Ming's car.

Zhao Ming was so excited that he suddenly turned a little to the right, and the car almost hit the front of the Land Rover and rushed through the intersection.

Although there was no collision, Zhao Ming was now facing a building on the roadside. If he didn't take measures, he would have rushed into the house.

At the critical moment, the world slowed down in Zhao Ming's eyes.

Zhao Ming suddenly turned the steering wheel to the left and pulled the handbrake at the same time. The car suddenly turned sideways and the speed dropped sharply.

Then turn the steering wheel to the right and release the handbrake. The front of the car stops and continues to rotate to the left. Under the traction of the engine, it turns to the right and accelerates.

A beautiful drift dodge is just completed.

Zhao Ming had only played this on the computer before, but he didn't expect that the first practical operation was successful, and he couldn't help but feel lucky.

He had just arrived in New York, and Zhao Ming didn't want to end up in the hospital so soon.

Soon, Zhao Ming crossed the finish line first, parked his car in another empty parking lot designated by GPS, walked out of the car, and waited for Rama who was eating dirt behind him.

After a while, Rama also arrived, parked the car next to Zhao Ming, and held up a mobile phone in his hand.

"Okay, yeah." Rama opened the car door and stepped out while answering the phone, "Man, if you don't put away this nonsense and hang up the phone...f**k!"

Rama put away his phone and said with an unhappy look: "Oh my God, some people are really clingy."

"Hey, are you okay?" Rama stretched out his fist and said to Zhao Ming.

"I'm fine." Zhao Ming nodded, stretched out his fist and touched Rama.

"Do you want to make some money?" Rama continued to ask.

Sure enough, it's here... If you have money but don't make money, you are a bastard. Zhao Ming nodded.

"My little brother Gerald is looking for a low-key person now. As your best partner, I thought of you." Rama was very satisfied with Zhao Ming's reaction.

Looking for someone who is low-key? This doesn't sound like a good thing. He is also the best partner. I'm afraid I won't let my brother take the blame? But... this way I can make money faster, so let's do it.

"Listen, that was a big deal of goods. The Wiggs Gang and the Food Ball Gang broke down the little... uh, cultural differences between them," Rama raised his hands and made a quotation mark gesture.

"Or whatever the fuck it is. Anyway, why don't you sneak over there and see if you can shake up the free market economy a little bit and... uh... get this money."

Hey...it's really a black man eating a black man...I like it!

Zhao Ming nodded in agreement.

Rama marked a location on the GPS of Zhao Ming's car, which seemed to be under the overpass he passed before.

"Take this." Rama handed Zhao Ming a mobile phone, "Go find Gerald after you get it."

Even the tools for committing the crime have been prepared, and it seems to have been premeditated.

"Well, I will text you the address of my little brother G." Rama said as he got in the car and prepared to leave. "Don't worry, he is very powerful. He is my good brother. You know, we will cover up

With you."

After saying this, Rama drove away.

Cover me? That’s a lie. But since you can act alone without worrying about exposing your abilities, it’s not impossible to do it.

Zhao Ming thought for a while and decided to go over and take a look first and act according to the situation.

The place is easy to find, just keep walking along a main road and you'll arrive after about five or six intersections.

Parking the car far away, Zhao Ming got out and walked slowly under the overpass. There was only one gangster standing at the entrance, and the others were missing. They were probably trading inside.

"Stop! This is private property."

The gangster blocked Zhao Ming's way, and he seemed to be a lookout.

"I'm sorry, I don't know..." Zhao Ming suddenly started to move in the middle of his words, using his legs to rush forward, he ducked behind the gangster and punched him in the back of the head.

The gangster groaned and fell forward. Zhao Ming reached out to grab the gangster's body and quietly placed him on the ground.

After searching the gangster's body, Zhao Ming obtained a pistol, several magazines, and several small-denomination bills. It seemed that he had enough money for today's meal.

Abandoning the gangster, Zhao Ming continued to explore inside and found two groups of people making deals inside.

The two cars were parked facing each other, with a few people standing in the open space in the middle, seemingly inspecting the goods. The rest of the people stood near the cars, looking at each other warily.

There are more than a dozen people on both sides. With Zhao Ming's current skills, it may not be easy to deal with them all. They will have to be outwitted.

Zhao Ming quietly leaned over, and while the people in the middle were inspecting the goods and preparing to pay, he shouted: "Kill them!", then raised his pistol and fired two shots at the group of people on the opposite side.

Bang bang

It seems that this is the first time the two parties are trading, and neither side trusts the other. Now that someone is taking the lead in firing, there is no hesitation, and they all draw their guns and fight back.

Bang bang bang... gunfire suddenly erupted in the small space.

The instigator, Zhao Ming, did not participate in the shooting, but hid behind the bunker. When he saw someone on either side was dying, he would "help" to ensure that the two sides always maintained a roughly evenly matched situation.

When the gunfire stopped, no one could stand inside.

Zhao Ming walked out of the darkness and began to search for loot...while he shot the people on the ground who were not dead, he used the pistol he had "recovered" from the gangster at the door.

Picking up the box containing the money, he opened it and took a look. There was a lot of cash in it. It was indeed a gang transaction. Zhao Ming did not touch the box and put all the cash into his pocket. The living expenses for the next period of time were settled.

Next is this bag of something that looks like flour on the ground. It's tightly wrapped and quite heavy in your hand.

I can't handle this thing myself, and I don't have any use for it. Let's leave it to Gerald for the time being.

The weapons that fell on the ground were mainly pistols, as well as several Uzi submachine guns, and dozens of large and small magazines. Zhao Ming recovered them all into his carry-on space.

This is really a bumper harvest!

Zhao Ming took out his cell phone, found the text message from Rama, entered the address on the GPS, and drove away. As for whether the knocked-out scapegoat at the door should flee immediately or return to the gang and surrender, Zhao Ming didn't care.

It is clearly within the scope of consideration.

Narrow alleyways, low buildings, and prison-style iron gates, this is where Rama’s younger brother Gerald G lives.

Zhao Ming entered the small courtyard and saw Rama waiting here.

"Hey, g, come here, boy. My friend is here." Rama shouted towards a door in the yard.

Before g came out, Rama came over and greeted Zhao Ming: "Friend, are you okay?"

"good."

A black man wearing a round-neck T-shirt, a wide-brimmed hat, and a ridiculously thick chain hanging around his neck walked out of the door. It seemed that he was the younger brother Gerald mentioned by Rama.

Gerald said nothing, looked Zhao Ming up and down, and walked over slowly.

"Hey, fuck, you anti-social bastard, do you want to speak?" Lamar was very dissatisfied with Gerrard's performance.

Gerard opened his mouth and said to Zhao Ming: "Hi."

"Look, let me tell you, you will get along very well." Rama turned to Zhao Ming and said, "You will be on the same path soon. You can continue to chat in ventriloquism, and maybe you can even hold your hand

Stuff it into his vagina..."

Seeing Zhao Ming's expression, Rama stopped talking about the train and said, "Give him the goods."

Zhao Ming raised his hand and handed over the bag of "flour".

"Yeah!" Gerald looked at the package, handed Zhao Ming a stack of banknotes, and said, "Okay, take it."

Zhao Ming took the banknote and pinched it. Just when he was about to click it, Gerald said: "That's right, no need to count."

Zhao Ming has a black line on his head, wipe it, how can anyone give money and not give points? We Chinese people are honest, and we will take the initiative to remind: you point and see. Black people... really have poor quality.

Gerald ignored Zhao Ming's feelings and continued: "If you find anything interesting, bring it to me."

"Look, what did I say? What did I say? He likes you." Lama forcefully explained, which shocked Zhao Mingli.

Rama continued: "Now that you have made money, it's time to get some outfit for yourself. Because you are so poor. How can you follow me around dressed like this. You need to improve your image."

Damn, who wants to hang out with you? If he hangs out with you, he will be sold out by you sooner or later, or he will be tricked to death.

Gerald rolled his eyes and turned back to the house.

"Do you know what I'm talking about?" Seeing that Zhao Ming remained silent, Rama asked again.

"You know (it's strange), then I'll leave first."

Only then did Lamar realize that Gerald had gone in, and hurriedly followed him and said: "Hey, g? Don't go, idiot. Come on, brother. Share the money."

Gerrard didn't respond.

"I want my commission, g! Boy did you hear me? I want my commission, nigger!"

Gerrard continues to ignore "big brother" Lamar.
Chapter completed!