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Chapter 618 Chapter 617 "Gun King" Peng Yixing in the United States: Rivers of blood!

Chapter 618 "617" "Gun King" Peng Yixing in the United States: Rivers of blood!
Peng Yixing’s home.

“I’m going to America.”

"I want to go too!"

"No, you can't go. It will be very dangerous for you. I want to be a killer in the United States."

Peng Yixing still has a good relationship with his girlfriend Li Yi. He knows that his trip to the United States will be very dangerous and he may die at any time, so he is afraid of implicating Li Yi.

Li Yi: "Don't let me go, I won't be a burden to you!"

Peng Yixing: "Do you know how stupid you are? Over there, you might get killed because of me."

Li Yi didn't listen at all. She just hugged Peng Yixing's head and kissed him.

Passionate and determined.

"I must go with you!"

Finally, Peng Yixing softened his heart.

"Okay! We live together and die together!"

……

"These damn Chinese bastards!"

San Francisco Bay Area, USA

The San Francisco Chronicle newspaper.

In the director's office,

Director Reid had a gloomy face, his rosacea was the color of liver, and the pen in his hand kept tapping on the table.

“Tuk-tuk-tuk~~~”

"Come in."

Soon, the newspaper's editor-in-chief, Heimer, walked in.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

clap~~~
Director Reid threw a stack of papers heavily on the table.
"In yesterday's newspaper, we published a piece of news called 'America's Dirty Corners'... and then we received a lot of complaints."

"These are the complaint call records. There are probably more than a thousand of them..."

"The phone calls never stopped yesterday."

"The complaint is that the San Francisco Chronicle used extremely derogatory language to describe the Chinese community, claiming that Chinese people have many irregularities in their business activities and that the Chinese community has chaotic public security and is full of various crimes."

Editor-in-Chief Heimer frowned.

"Chinese?"

“They actually complained?”

"When did you become so bold?"

"Besides, sir, why should we care about them?"

Heimer said nonchalantly.

Director Ryder: "We certainly don't need to pay attention to them. I also think they are just a bunch of bugs..."

"but!"

"There are at least 1000 Chinese people who have been long-term subscribers to our newspaper calling to complain! They threatened that if we publish content that denigrates Chinese people again, they will collectively cancel our subscriptions."

"This is not a small amount. You know what a decline in subscriptions means to a newspaper's performance."

Editor-in-chief Hemi immediately became angry: "This is an obstruction of press freedom! We are just reporting what we see truthfully."

Reid shook his head: "I don't care if it's reported truthfully or not, and I don't care about press freedom or not. I only care about the number of subscriptions."

Director General Reid: "We have 1000 copies of the San Francisco Chronicle, which accounts for one-tenth of the San Francisco Bay Area. You can calculate how much the loss is."

"We don't have to fight with money, do we?"

After hearing this, Heimer fell silent.

Right,

There is no need to struggle with money.

"Okay, I won't publish this kind of content in the future."

"I remember this report, it was written by the writer William Jones. His articles have always been very unfriendly to Chinese people. Don't cooperate with him anymore."

"it is good."

Although the editor-in-chief Heimer agreed, he still looked unhappy: "Those Chinese have now learned to stick together like the Jews..."

Director Reid said seriously, "Since the second half of last year, since the expansion of the Umbrella Corporation, the Chinese in San Francisco have grown rapidly. They have their own TV stations and organizations, and they often unite to fight against other forces..."

"Now, their tentacles have reached the San Francisco Bay Area, and many low-income citizens are their employees..."

"Our newspaper is based in San Francisco, so you know what I mean."

Editor-in-chief Heimer looked unhappy.

There is a kind of anger at the pollution of one's own country.

"Fobole and those policemen, did they grow up eating shit? Why are these Chinese allowed to grow so big?"

Director Ryder: "How about we just ignore this garbage..."

"I ask you that from now on, any news involving the Chinese community must be reviewed by me before reporting. Don't mess with me like this again, or the newspaper will lose more than just subscribers."

"Yes, Director..."

Although Editor-in-Chief Haimir was unwilling, he could only nod helplessly when he saw Director Reid's serious expression.

……

Umbrella Corporation Building, San Francisco.

Xiao Fu drank tea and looked outside through the glass.

As his business grew, he gradually changed from a bodyguard to a manager, and became more and more like a president.

Ring ring ring~~
At this time, the phone rang.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Li..."

"On behalf of the San Francisco Chronicle, I apologize..."

"We will promise not to cooperate with those columnists who slander Chinese people..."

San Francisco Chronicle director Reid expressed his sincere apologies to Xiaofu over the phone.

We are all businessmen, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

Being thick-skinned is a basic skill.

Xiao Fu smiled: "I have received your apologies. Let's forget about the previous misunderstanding. I hope we can work together in the future... We also have a lot of news here, maybe you will be very interested."

Director Ryder: “It’s my great honor.”

After a few polite words, both sides hung up the phone.

Xiao Fu took a deep breath.

This feeling is great!
Another newspaper succumbed to his tyranny... Oh no, his strength.

Ever since Guan Zu proposed to set up a "mutual aid association", he has sent people out to attack everywhere.

At the beginning, it was to help ordinary Chinese people or other races to seek justice, such as being owed wages, being beaten, being bullied...

Then, things got bigger and bigger...

Now, even a big newspaper like the San Francisco Chronicle has been directly pressured by Xiaofu and other Chinese groups in the San Francisco Bay Area to apologize because of reporting negative news about the Chinese, forcing these arrogant Americans to apologize.

Cool!
Beep beep beep~~~
Just then, a horn sounded from downstairs.

Xiao Fu looked downstairs and saw a black Chevrolet parked at the door. Abu got out of the car with a stranger... No, not a stranger. Xiao Fu had seen this person before. He was an excellent marksman.

His name is Peng Yixing, nicknamed Ali.

Zu Ge said that this person had Asperger's syndrome and could be arranged to be a pure killer in the future.

In a place like the United States, it's like a dragon returning to the sea.

It just so happened that as a second-generation Seraph, I had to go to work every day and had no time to be a killer, so Peng Yixing just filled this gap.

In addition to Peng Yixing, there is another woman, Peng Yixing's girlfriend.

Two minutes later, there was a knock on the office door.

Abu took Peng Yixing into the office, while Liyi stayed outside.

"Ali!"

"Brother Fu!"

In the office, Xiao Fu and Peng Yixing talked about Peng Yixing's current condition.

"Killing someone is not just about having good marksmanship. You need to leave quickly after killing someone, so you still need training."

Peng Yixing: "Can I kill one first? I feel a little uncomfortable right now."

"........."

Xiao Fu thought it was abnormal.

Okay,

There are too many perverted criminals in the United States, and Peng Yixing can find them easily.

"I'll arrange everything for you tomorrow... Be careful, don't die." Xiao Fu thought of a goal.

During the San Francisco riots last year, a group of black people went to Chinatown to rob people, and then they were beaten back by Chinatown people. This hatred has been lingering ever since.

Recently, a small gang led by Marcus has been opposing the property division of the Umbrella Corporation, beating people and smashing stores before running away.

(Photo: From the American movie "Money over Life")
Since Peng Yixing is here, just let him kill these people.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fu called Abu.

"Arrange a few safe houses for Ali, and teach him how to escape..."

……

Two days later,
night,

Black neighborhood in San Francisco.

There was a dilapidated pickup truck parked on the side of the road.

"Hahaha~~~"

Marcus tilted his head back and drank beer, leaning against an old pickup truck with scratches all over its body, surrounded by a few of his younger brothers.

The unbridled laughter of the younger brothers made the dull atmosphere around them more cheerful.

"Marcus's move was really great! We smashed three laundromats owned by yellow-skinned people today, and those yellow-skinned people didn't even have time to press the alarm button!" Xiao Hei, who had dyed yellow hair, laughed and took a sip of a can of Coke, and the sparkling water dripped down his chin into his graffiti-covered sweatshirt.

"And that old guy with glasses..." The crew-haired guy kicked over the beer bottle at his feet, "I punched his dentures into his throat - now he's lying in the emergency room with half a gold tooth in his hand, haha~~"

The black youth on the steps flicked his cigarette butt, and the tattoo on his Adam's apple trembled with laughter: "Next time, bring two cans of spray paint and spray the word death on the door of their store. Let them know who is the owner of this place."

After some laughter,
Marcus clapped his hands: "Alright, alright...it's night time now, it's time for us to get busy."

What are you busy with?
Of course, it’s selling flour.

Marcus was born in a slum neighborhood in San Francisco, which was a big drug den. Cocaine transactions could be seen everywhere on the street corners. From the day he was born, Marcus' mother was only concerned with drug trafficking and never really cared about him.

When he was 8 years old, his mother was poisoned to death by gas. When he was 12 years old, Marcus inherited his mother's business and started dealing in white powder. Every afternoon, he would sell the white powder everywhere without telling his grandparents.

Being arrested twice every three weeks on average, Marcus had long seen that his future would be one of frequent imprisonment or death penalty. For him, selling flour was his life.

He also went to San Francisco during last year's riots, and watched his boss being shot to death by a group of Chinese people, which made him very hateful.

In the past two months, he has formed his own team, and while selling white powder, he is also dealing with that hateful Chinese.

If it weren't for the Chinese taking over their jobs, leaving plenty of work for the blacks, why would they go down the path of selling white drugs?

Blame the Chinese!
They all deserve to die!
The only pity is that recently a company called Umbrella Corporation has grown so powerful that they dare not go to Chinatown to smash, loot and rob, and they only dare to rob Chinese stores in the San Francisco Bay Area.

at this time,

An ordinary black Ford F was slowly driving towards this side from the other side.

"Oh~~~"

"Yellow skin!"

Marcus and others immediately became interested.

How dare the yellow-skinned guy come to their black neighborhood? Could he be a lamb that strayed in by mistake?
Marcus and the others were excited.

grab!
They rushed forward and blocked the black Ford's way.

The car stopped.

"Hey! Yellow-skinned!"

The guy with dyed yellow hair kicked an empty bottle and the glass shards exploded in front of the wheel.

"Come down and shine my shoes!"

"Boy, get out of the car obediently..."

There was a little black guy whistling.

There was also Xiao Hei banging on the car window, and the car was making a banging noise.

They want to see the Chinese people panic, which makes them feel a sense of accomplishment.

Peng Yixing in the car was wearing a hat, sunglasses, and gloves, and he was looking at their foreheads.

Eyes calm.

He stepped on the accelerator suddenly, knocked down the black man in front of the car and ran over him.

Kacha~~~
People are directly disabled~~
"Oh~shit!"

"Fuck!"

The little blacks were shocked and angry.

"Poor Smith..."

"kill him!"

The Ford F moved forward 10 meters and stopped.

Peng Yixing got out of the car.

At this time, the little black guys also rushed over.

Peng Yixing pulled out his modified gun.

The black guys who rushed over had a changed expression: "Oh~shit!"

Bang bang bang~~~~~
A series of dense gunshots, 7 shots in three seconds.

Without exception, the 7 little black guys were shot in the head and died on the spot.

Peng Yixing got in the car, drove away quickly, and disappeared into the night.

now,

Peng Yixing, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had a look of excitement in his eyes.

It’s like a new world has opened up.

He is so happy!
10 minutes later,
He was criticized by Abu.

"You are very unprofessional in killing people..."

"Look at your car. What has it become? There's blood on the front of the car, and it's dented. If the police in San Francisco weren't useless, you would have been arrested right away for driving this car."

"Also, next time you kill someone, please don't make such a big noise, okay..."

"Also, you shoot people in the head. What do you want to do? Do you want the police to pay attention to you? Don't aim so well next time."

Peng Yixing: “…………”

What a murderer.
He hasn't been trained to be a good boy yet.

Abu: "Next time, you have to do this..."

Peng Yixing: “…………”

New recruit.

……

after an hour,

The police from the San Francisco Police Department came slowly.

After investigating,
A bit shocked.

"Every shot is aimed at the head. Not a single shot is wasted. This is a master shooter."