Chapter 553

Are Black Neighborhoods Really Chaotic in America?

Some people say it’s not chaotic, maybe he’s just peeking at the leopard. The overall situation is very chaotic, especially in areas where black people are particularly concentrated.

Black Americans use 13% of the population to create more than 50% of the crime rate. On average, one out of every three black people has been in prison. The government gives 800 dollars a month in relief money, which is spent in a few days, and then sleeps on the street without any problems. Money is robbery.

He came to the black neighborhood and was surrounded by people, robbed and blackmailed, which was just a normal operation.

Jiang Hao really wanted to say, why black people have such a bad reputation, you are the ones who ruined it, but these guys probably won't listen to Jiang Hao's suggestion.

"Leave everything of value, cash, cell phone, watch," one guy said.

The other one was more straightforward, and he wanted to give Jiang Hao a body search.

fuck you.

Jiang Hao moved suddenly, grabbed the claw that was stretched out with his hand, twisted and folded, and yanked it down fiercely. He only heard a "click", and the guy's arm was dislocated by Jiang Hao. , the other arm was also dislocated.

During this process, Jiang Hao didn't forget to search this guy, mainly because he was afraid that they might have guns or something.

"Boom!"

Jiang Hao kicked this guy in the stomach.

"Ah~~"

The guy screamed, fell to the ground and rolled twice, lying on the ground with his arms drooping and howling.

The other three guys were petrified by this scene, aren't all Asians very timid and honest? It was the first time they saw an Asian who took the initiative to make a move, which made their unintelligent heads a little bit overwhelmed.

Jiang Hao didn't wait for their reaction, he quickly took a step forward, grabbed the nearest black boy, and turned his arm around. When the arm was put down again, the guy's two The arm has been completely dislocated.

Jiang Hao activated his Kuaishou ability, found a gun from this guy, probably not for good reason, and put it directly into the space.

Boom~

Another kick flew away.

"Ah woo woo woo~~~ It hurts me to death."

The remaining two black guys had terrified expressions on their faces. They didn't know whether they should hit someone or run away. Jiang Hao didn't give them time to think about it. Gotta dislocate.

And everyone got kicked in the stomach.

Jiang Hao's kick was also very particular, it was specially kicked on their air door acupoints, the breath rushed after the kick, and the stomach hurt like a knife, this was the reason for their real pain.

clap your palms,

Oh shit,

I feel dirty even touching you.

Jiang Hao continued to walk forward, leaving a few black guys crying in the alley.

Walking into an old-fashioned corridor, he looked at the messy environment around him. When he came to the third floor, Jiang Hao knocked on the door. After a short time, the door opened, and a black man in his 40s appeared. He folded his eyes and looked at Jiang Hao warily.

"I just called you."

The black middle-aged man looked Jiang Hao up and down, and shook his head at him, "Come in."

Jiang Hao walked in and found that this was a tool room with an operating table next to the wall and various tools piled up everywhere on the floor. He also saw an electromagnetic heating furnace.

The knives in the outdoor goods store can't be bought from him, Jiang Hao thought.

The black man saw the inquiry in Jiang Hao's eyes and said, "Don't doubt, the knives I make are no worse than those of those big factories. I am a professional. What do you want to make?" asked the middle-aged black man.

"Is there any paper, I can draw it." Jiang Hao said.

The black middle-aged man curled his lips, and handed him a sketchbook and a pencil. Jiang Hao started to draw on it. After a few drawings, the black man suddenly said, "You are a lockpicking tool, right?"

Jiang Hao looked up at the black man, and the black man curled his lips in disdain, "If you come to me to buy things, how many of them are used in the real business, and I have a few sets of tools that have already been built, you can see if they are suitable for use. "

As the black man said, he walked into the back room and took out several toolboxes after a while. After the toolbox was opened, it revealed rows of tools inside. , There are even high-power hand-held electric drills, various drill bits and so on.

Damn, it's more complete than what I want.

"I want all of these," Jiang Hao said.

"These are 500 dollars." The black middle-aged man said lightly.

Expensive enough, but Jiang Hao nodded in agreement.

"Help me get some rope hooks, the kind that can grab walls, it would be even better if there is a shooting gun." Jiang Hao said.

The black middle-aged man curled his lips, "I'm not Secret Service Headquarters here. I don't have a shooting gun. I can make a few rope hooks for you. $100, five."

"OK." Jiang Hao agreed.

The middle-aged man moved very quickly, and immediately found the steel bar to process. It only took two hours to finish the hook Jiang Hao wanted. There is a noose underneath, which can pass through the rope. With this tool, Jiang Hao can easily fly over the wall.

Taking out 600 dollars in cash and slapping it on the table, Jiang Hao left with his things. When he walked to the alley before, Jiang Hao found that the black young men who had been beaten by him were gone. Went to see a doctor.

After walking for a long time, he finally found a taxi, and Jiang Hao returned to New York University.

It seems that a car should be prepared, even if it is cheaper, otherwise it would be too inconvenient to travel, Jiang Hao thought to himself.

However, his money is limited. Jiang Hao had more than 10,000 US dollars in his bank card before, but now there are only more than 7,000 US dollars left after purchasing.

Back in the dormitory, that guy Dale was not there. Jiang Hao took out the two stolen guns from the space, both of which were packaged, opened the box and took out a brand new pistol, a Colt revolver, a beautiful silver The gun body, the barrel is very long, and the shape is very beautiful. Jiang Hao is used to revolvers, and he feels very comfortable in his hand, with a feeling of integration.

With a gun in hand, he dared to face countless enemies.

Open the bullet box, put six bullets in, press it in, turn the revolver slightly, the magazine makes a rattling sound, the sound is beautiful.

The other pistol was an M9, nothing special, just reliable, and Jiang Hao loaded the magazine with bullets.

By the way, he snatched one from a black man just now, took it out and took a look, shit, it’s still an M9, let go of the magazine, it’s full of bullets, bastards, robbery with a gun in broad daylight, this free air is also So fucking good.

At this moment, Jiang Hao heard the doorknob ring, waved his hand, and scanned the pistol box on the bed one by one with his fingers, and saw that all these things disappeared quickly, and all of them were put into the space by him.

The door was pushed open, and Dale walked in. He was slightly taken aback when he saw Jiang Hao, "Hey, you came back early today, it's hard not to go to the library to read books."