The police in New York State are not necessarily afraid of federal soldiers, because New York State has the laws of New York State, and the federal government should also have some scruples in New York State, and besides, they are not a system, although they are all state violence agencies, they have no affiliation with each other, so this police officer dares to make trouble for Bai Qi. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This "not afraid" is relative, once the bonus of the system is stripped away, specific to the individual, this police gentleman with the number 05782 really doesn't dare to die.

New York has not been quiet recently, several big people have suffered misfortunes one after another, and the gangsters are all in danger, so it is indeed not very wise to find trouble with the garrison at this time.

Bai Qi thought that this matter was commonplace, but in Chu Wushuang's opinion, Bai Qi was arrogant.

is still the same sentence, the United States is a country built mainly by white people, Chu Wushuang, as a Chinese gangster, was born half a head short in front of white policemen, and he really couldn't get up, until he saw Bai Qi's style of doing things, Chu Wushuang suddenly realized: Oh, it turns out that things can still be done like this!

Next, Chu Wushuang really saw how arrogant the Chinese in New York were.

Not having to queue up was just a simple episode, Bai Qi didn't pay attention to it at all, and when he arrived at the square in front of the train station, more than a dozen carriages and dozens of military horses were waiting at the gate of the station, and the white police not only did not dare to expel them, but wanted to help maintain order.

Walking on the streets of New York, Bai Qi did not mean to walk on the side, just walked slowly in the middle of the road, no matter whether it was a carriage or a pedestrian on the opposite side, Bai Qi did not have the slightest intention of avoiding.

When he walked to the vicinity of Manhattan's Central Park, Chu Wushuang noticed that construction was going on in Central Park, and the workers were white and Chinese, but the overseers were all Chinese without exception, and a Chinese overseer was reprimanding a white worker, and the worker was submissive, without the usual arrogance of white people, and his gaze at the Chinese was even more cautious, which made Chu Wushuang feel inexplicably happy.

When he arrived at the Battery Park Pier, Chu Wushuang saw that there were many New York police officers on the pier.

When he saw Bai coming up, a policeman shouted at the top of his voice: "Bai, I need your assistance in my investigation, please cooperate." ”

"I'm sorry, I don't have time, the 1st Division has no obligation to cooperate with you, if you don't feel good, you can complain to the Gendarmerie Department." Bai Qi threw down a sentence and ignored it, and got on the boat by himself, ignoring the blue-faced policeman.

The police did not dare to move, and there were heavily armed Chinese soldiers on duty on the docks, no less than the police, and the eyes of the policemen were even less kind, and they looked at them as if they were looking at their prey.

"Master Bai, so majestic!" Chu Wushuang finally couldn't help but admire.

"The prestige is earned by yourself, when you get here, you will throw away all the habits of doing things before, I will only tell you two words, don't lose Reem's face, don't lose our Chinese face, no matter what happens, with Reem's presence, you will definitely be able to keep you safe and sound." For the sake of the same root and the same species, Bai Qi said a few more words.

"Please rest assured, even if we lose our lives, we will never lose Mr. Reem's face and lose our Chinese face." Chu Wushuang's mood was agitated, in San Francisco before, this kind of thing could only be thought about in a dream, and he never thought that he would be able to say it out loud one day.

Bai Qi nodded with satisfaction, and didn't say more, and when he saw that all the people were on the boat, he ordered to set off.

"Mr. Reem—what kind of man is he?" Chu Wushuang wanted to increase his understanding of Li Mu.

"Hehe, you'll know later, anyway, Mr. Ream will never let our own people suffer—" Bai Qi didn't say much, this was for Chu Wushuang to experience for himself.

Manhattan is only about a kilometer from Governors Island, and the engine is barely hot, and the boat is leaning on the dock of Governors Island.

Unlike the docks in Manhattan, the docks on Governors Island were unmanned, but Chu Wushuang, who had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, felt that someone was secretly staring at him, Chu Wushuang remained silent, followed Bai Qi to the shore, and bypassed the porch formed by bushes, Chu Wushuang came to a row of barracks.

This barracks looks gray and inconspicuous on the outside, but there are beds and bedding inside, although the cold wind and snow are falling outside, the fire inside the house is thriving and warm like spring, Chu Wushuang thought that he would have to sleep in a large bunk, but he really didn't expect that there would be a single bed, which was really unexpected.

"You guys are here to rest now, and by the way, familiarize yourself with your weapons - by the way, what weapons are you used to? Tell me, I'll get it for you. "Bai Qi didn't talk much, and he wanted to leave after placing Chu Wushuang and them.

"Bai Ye, our guys have everything with them, don't worry about Bai Ye." Chu Wushuang clenched his fists and showed Bai Qi his strong forearm muscles.

"Fist? You don't use weapons? "Bai Qi feels incredible.

"It's not that it's not necessary, but it's too conspicuous to move guys, so we usually fight the enemy with fists and feet, and if necessary, knives, axes, clubs, and so on." Chu Wushuang was confident in his skills and didn't want to cause trouble for Bai Qi.

Bai Qi was speechless, and asked Chu Wushuang to call a few people to follow Bai Qi.

Coming to the basement of a bunker, Bai Qi pushed open the door, and said lightly sideways: "Go pick it yourself, don't say I didn't remind you, it's okay to keep fit with fists and feet, but it's not enough to get ahead in New York." ”

Chu Wushuang walked into the basement and was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

This is an arsenal, rows of gun racks are neatly stacked with various weapons, Chu Wushuang can recognize some of them are rifles, and more guns Chu Wushuang can't name them, he hasn't seen them before, the box next to the wall is stacked with revolvers, the box is filled with grenades, and there are several strange-looking stout weapons on the table in the middle, although they can't be named, but it doesn't prevent Chu Wushuang from understanding the lethality of this weapon.

Looking at this hideous appearance, it should be extremely powerful.

"This is a Rainstorm light machine gun from the Horse Arms Company, it weighs much less than a heavy machine gun, and although the range is shorter, it is enough in the city, and you must be careful when using this weapon, you can't leave a handle on those police officers - not necessarily, let's see after a while, maybe who will be the police chief in New York by then." Bai Qi picked up the light machine gun on the table, pulled the bolt and checked it, and put it on the table casually.

"This, Bai Ye-" Chu Wushuang was incredulous, he wanted to take it but didn't dare, cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

"These weapons are all made by the Horse Arms Company, you know what Mr. Ream does, right? Mr. Ream is the owner of the Horse Weapons Company, so don't worry about bullets or guns, practice marksmanship to save your life, and only when you have a life can you help Mr. Reem. Bai Qi looked at Chu Wushuang, the boss with his mouth open, and his eyes were dim.

"Bai, Bai Ye, let's this-this has never been used before." Chu Wushuang said a little difficult, he wanted to swallow saliva to moisten his throat, only then did he find that his mouth was dry.

Bai Qi suddenly understood.

Not everyone has a backstage like Li Mu behind them, the Chinese in San Francisco may be overwhelming, but in San Francisco, the Chinese gangs do not have much power, and they don't even dare to have weapons, so as not to be hit by the San Francisco authorities.

So it's really not that Chu Wushuang is not a weapon, it's really that there was no backstage like Li Mu before, and he didn't dare to touch these too violent things, so he didn't seem to be able to get on the stage.

"It's not your fault, but from now on, you'll have to familiarize yourself with these weapons before you can better help Mr. Reem - come on, I'll help you choose your weapons." Bai Qi took the initiative to help, and gave Chu Wushuang and them a revolver, a shotgun, and a grenade respectively.

"This, Master Bai, I can't use up so much." Chu Wushuang's head was a little dizzy from the impact of happiness, and although it was a bit difficult to hold a dozen shotguns, he was reluctant to let go.

"I'm afraid you won't feel enough in the future." Bai Qi has a deep understanding that this thing is indeed easy to use, but it will produce serious dependence.

When the Guantanamo Infantry Regiment did not have machine guns, it never needed fire cover during training, and when it heard the order, it charged, and everyone did not know what to fear.

By the time the Guantanamo Infantry Regiment was equipped with light machine guns and retrained, without the cover of machine guns, many people already felt that they could not fight, and there was always a feeling of no bottom in their hearts.

When the Guantanamo Infantry Regiment was equipped with mortars, the dependence was even more serious, and if you didn't fire a few cannons first during each rehearsal attack, you would feel cold and not excited at all.

This was evident in the Second Battle of El Cristo, when Will led a cavalry battalion in pursuit of the Spaniards, but on several occasions he had to wait for artillery to delay the attack, which allowed Willis Nicolau to flee back to Havana.

"No, no, Master Bai, we will run errands in New York in the future, can we use these guys?" Chu Wushuang hadn't come back to his senses yet.

"Of course you can use it, but if you can't use it, can you use it as a burning stick?" Bai Qi was very strange that Chu Wushuang could ask such a question.

"That's good, that's good-" Chu Wushuang seemed to remember something sad, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.

"Okay, you take the weapons back first and familiarize yourself with them, and tomorrow there will be an instructor to teach you how to use these weapons, so you can use them proficiently as soon as possible-" Bai Qi patted Chu Wushuang's shoulder and didn't ask any further.

What do you ask, they are all men who lick blood with knives, and what they do is to tie their heads to their belts for a living, maybe they will be unlucky one day, this kind of thing is normal, when there is a conflict with the enemy, having a gun and not having a gun are two different things.

In fact, the gangsters are not necessarily fighting and killing, but Chu Wushuang is the head of the West Pavilion of Hongmen, and he has always been on the verge of life and death, so what he has experienced must be much bloodier than ordinary people, if there were guns at that time, then Hongmen would definitely not be the scene it is now.