Is the black American neighborhood really messy?

Some people say it's not messy, maybe he's just a look at the leopard, the overall situation is very messy, especially in areas where black people are particularly concentrated. The police are cautious on duty, for fear of bullets that may be shot from the window, so you say it's not messy.

Black Americans use 13% of the population to create a crime rate of more than 50%. On average, one in every three black people has been to prison. The government gives $800 in relief every month, spends it in a few days, and then slept on the streets and robs if they have no money.

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

Jiang Hao really wants to say why black people have such a bad reputation? You are all ruined by yourself, but these guys probably won’t listen to Jiang Hao’s advice.

"Leave all the valuable things, cash, cell phones, watches." A guy said.

Another one is even more straightforward, and he wants to search Jiang Hao directly.

Go fuck you.

Jiang Hao suddenly moved, grabbed the stretched claw with his hand, twisted and pulled it down hard, and with a "click", the guy's arm was dislocated by Jiang Hao. After turning, the other arm was also dislocated.

In this process, Jiang Hao did not forget to search this guy, mainly because he was afraid that they would have guns or something.

"Bang!"

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 hanging down and howled.

The other three guys were shocked by this scene. Aren’t the Asians all very timid and honest? This is the first time they have seen Asians taking the initiative, which makes their already unwise heads unable to react.

If he actually did something, he would not hold back. Without waiting for them to react, Jiang Hao quickly took a step forward, grabbed the nearest black boy, turned his arms and circled them. When the arm was put down again, the guy's arms had been completely dislocated.

Jiang Hao's quick-hand ability was activated, and he found a gun from this guy, probably not to be collected.

Bang ~

Another kick.

"Ah wuwu wuwu ~ It hurts so much."

The remaining two black guys showed a look of horror on their faces. They didn't know if they should beat someone or escape. Jiang Hao would not give them time to consider it. He took two steps forward and dislocated the other two people's arms in a flash.

And each person was kicked in the stomach.

Jiang Hao's kick was also very particular. He kicked them specifically on the valve point. After the middle foot, the breath ran around and his stomach was as painful as a knife. This is the real reason for their pain.

Patch your palms,

Oh shit,

I feel dirty when I touch you.

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

Walking into an old corridor, looking at the messy environment around, and coming to the third floor, Jiang Hao knocked on the door. Before long, the door opened, and a black man in his 40s appeared. There were already many folds on his face and his eyes were looking at Jiang Hao with vigilant eyes.

"I just contacted you by phone."

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

Jiang Hao walked in and found that this was a tool room, with an operating table beside the wall, and various tools were piled up on the ground. He also saw an electromagnetic heating furnace.

The knife from the outdoor goods store was not what he 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 made are no worse than those from those big factories. I am professional. What do you want to do?" asked the middle-aged black man.

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

The middle-aged black man curled his lips and handed him a sketchbook and a pencil. Jiang Hao drew it on it. As soon as he drew a few, the black man suddenly said, "You are the lock-opening tool."

Jiang Hao looked up at the black man. The black man curled his lips disdainfully, "How many people can buy things from me to use them in the right way? I have a few sets of good tools that have been built. You can see if they are suitable or not."

The black man said, walked into the inner room and took out several tool boxes soon. After the tool box was opened, the rows of tools were exposed. Jiang Hao looked at it, steel sheets, needle picking, tongue pressing, hooks, buckles, wire wires, and even high-power handheld electric drills, various drill bits, etc.

Damn, it's even more complete than you want.

"I want all these." Jiang Hao said.

"These are $500." said the black middle-aged man lightly.

It's expensive, but Jiang Hao nodded in agreement.

"I'm helping me get a few rope hooks to grab the walls. It would be better if I had a gun." Jiang Hao said.

The middle-aged black man curled his lips, "I'm not a secret agent headquarters here, I don't have any guns, but I can make a few for you, $100, and 5."

"Ok." Jiang Hao agreed.

The middle-aged man moved quickly and immediately found the steel bar and started processing it. In just two hours, he finished the hook that Jiang Hao wanted. There was a rope cover underneath that could be passed through the rope. With this tool, Jiang Hao could easily fly over the eaves and walk around the wall.

He took out $600 in cash and patted it on the table. Jiang Hao left with his own things. When he walked to the previous alley, Jiang Hao found that the young black men he beaten were gone. I wonder if he had gone to the doctor.

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

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

However, his money is limited. Jiang Hao's bank card had more than 10,000 US dollars, but now he only has more than 7,000 US dollars left after purchasing.

Back in the dormitory, Dell was not there. Jiang Hao took out the two guns he stole from the space, all of which were packed, opened the box and took out the brand new pistol from it. He was a Colt revolver, with a beautiful silver-bright gun body, the barrel was very long and the shape was very beautiful. Jiang Hao was used to using the revolver, and it felt very easy to hold it in his hand, and he felt like he was integrated.

With one shot in his hand, he dared to face countless enemies.

Open the bullet box, put six bullets in, press them in, gently turn the revolver, and the bullet chamber makes a buzzing sound, the sound is wonderful.

The other pistol is the m9, nothing special, it is just reliable, Jiang Hao pressed the bullets into the magazine.

By the way, he just snatched a hand from the black man, took it out and saw that, damn, it was still m9, let go of the magazine, the bullets inside were full, bastards, robbed with guns in broad daylight, this free air is so fucking good.

At this moment, Jiang Hao heard the sound of the door handle, waved his hand, swept his fingers one by one on the pistol box on the bed, and saw these things disappear quickly and all of them were taken into the space by him.

The door was pushed open, and Dell walked in and was slightly stunned when he saw Jiang Hao, "Hey, you came back early today. It's rare that you didn't go to the library to read books."

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