Are Black American neighborhoods really messy?

Some people say that it is not chaotic, maybe he is just a leopard in the tube, the overall situation is very chaotic, especially in areas where blacks are particularly concentrated, the police are on duty carefully, for fear of possible bullets from the window, you say chaos is not chaotic.

Black Americans use 13% of the population to create a crime rate of more than 50%, on average, one out of every three black people has been in prison, and the government gives $800 a month in relief, which is spent in a few days, and then sleeps on the street, robbing when there is no money.

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

Jiang Hao really wanted to say, why the reputation of black people is so stinky, you all broke it yourself, but these guys probably won't listen to Jiang Hao's advice.

"Leave everything valuable, cash, mobile phones, watches." One guy said.

The other one is even more straightforward, and he wants to give Jiang Hao a body search.

Fuck you.

Jiang Hao moved suddenly, grabbed the claw that stretched out with his hand, twisted and folded, and dragged it down, only to hear the "click", this guy's arm was dislocated by Jiang Hao, and in a turn, the other arm was also dislocated.

In this process, Jiang Hao didn't forget to search this guy, mainly because he was afraid that they would have a gun or something.

"Bang!"

Jiang Hao kicked this guy in the stomach.

"Ah~~"

The guy screamed, fell to the ground and rolled twice, and lay on the ground with his arms clutched and wailing.

The other three guys were stunned by this scene, aren't Asians all very timid and honest? It was the first time they had seen an Asian who took the initiative, which made their already unsmart minds a little overwhelmed.

If you don't let go of it, Jiang Hao didn't wait for them to react, he quickly took a step forward, grabbed the nearest black boy, turned his arm around and turned it around, and when this arm was put down again, this guy's two arms had been completely dislocated.

Jiang Hao's fast hand ability was activated, and a gun was found from this guy, which was probably not good, and was directly put into the space.

Boom~

Another kick to fly.

"Ahhh

The remaining two black guys had a frightened look on their faces, not knowing whether they should hit or run away, Jiang Hao would not give them time to think about it, and took two steps forward, and in a flash of light, he dislocated the arms of the other two people.

And each of them received a kick in the stomach.

Jiang Hao's kick is also particular, specifically kicking on their valve points, and after the middle kick, the breath is chaotic, and the stomach aches like a knife, which is the reason for their real pain.

Clap your palms,

Damn it

It's dirty to touch you guys.

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

Walking into an old-fashioned corridor, looking at the surrounding messy environment, and coming to the third floor, Jiang Hao knocked on the door, and after a short time, the door opened, and a black man in his 40s appeared, with a lot of folds on his face, and his eyes looked at Jiang Hao vigilantly.

"I just called you."

The middle-aged black 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, various tools piled up everywhere on the ground, and he also saw an induction heating stove.

The knives in the outdoor goods store wouldn't be purchased from him, Jiang Hao thought to himself.

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

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

The middle-aged black man pouted and handed him a sketchbook and a pencil, Jiang Hao drew on it, and just drew a few, the black man suddenly said, "You are a lock-picking tool." ”

Jiang Hao looked up at the black man, and the black man pouted disdainfully, "How many of the people who come to me to buy things are used in Zhengxing, I have a few sets of tools that have been built, you can see if they are suitable first." ”

The black man said, walked into the back room, and took out a few toolboxes after a while, after the toolbox was opened, it revealed the rows of tools inside, Jiang Hao looked at it, steel sheets, pick needles, tongue depressors, hooks, buckles, steel wires, and even high-power hand-held electric drills, various drill bits and so on.

Damn, it's more complete than you want.

"I've got it all." Jiang Hao said.

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

It's expensive enough, but Jiang Hao still nodded and agreed.

"You're helping me get a couple of rope hooks, the kind that can grab walls, and it would be nice if I had a shooting gun." Jiang Hao said.

The middle-aged black man pouted, "I'm not here for the Secret Service Headquarters, I don't have a shooting gun, and I can make you a few with a rope hook, $100, five." ”

“OK。” Jiang Hao agreed.

The middle-aged man moved quickly, immediately found the steel bar and processed it, and it only took two hours to get the hook that Jiang Hao wanted, and there was a rope sleeve underneath that could pass through the rope.

took out $600 in cash and slapped it on the table, Jiang Hao left with his things, and when he walked to the alley before, Jiang Hao found that the few black young people he had beaten were gone, and he didn't know if he had gone to the 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 will be too inconvenient to travel, Jiang Hao thought in his heart.

However, his money is limited, before Jiang Hao's bank card, there were more than 10,000 US dollars, and now there are only more than 7,000 US dollars left in the purchase.

Back in the bedroom, the guy from Dale was not there, Jiang Hao took out the two guns he stole from the space, all of them were packaged, opened the box and took out a brand-new pistol from inside, a Colt revolver, a beautiful silver body, a long barrel, and a very beautiful shape, Jiang Hao is used to using a revolver, and he feels very comfortable in his hand, and there is a feeling of integration.

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

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

The other pistol is the M9, nothing special, it is reliable, Jiang Hao pressed the bullet in the magazine.

By the way, just now he snatched a handful from the black man, took it out and looked at it, damn, it's still M9, release the magazine, it's full of bullets, bastards, rob with guns in broad daylight, this free air is too fucking good.

At this moment, Jiang Hao heard the sound of the doorknob, stretched out his hand, and swept his fingers over the pistol box on the bed one by one, and saw that these things disappeared quickly, and all of them were taken into the space by him.

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

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