As we all know, the United States has a long history of dynamic organizations.
For example, there were many gangs that roamed the West more than a hundred years ago.
Then came the rise of the Italian Mafia and Chinese gangs in the early 20th century as the sources of immigrants diversified.
The ones that have become more prominent in recent decades are the Maozi Gang and the Mexican Gang.
In addition to these internationally renowned dynamic organizations that are active in major film and television dramas, there are more, countless, small regional dynamic organizations in the United States.
They may not be well known, but they are widely distributed in various areas of the United States.
However, all of the dynamic organizations have little to do with homelessness.
Bums are trash that even vital organizations look down upon.
This is also the reason why Cheng Daqi dared to take action.
He never pays for impulse easily, and this move was carefully considered.
As far as Korno's living standards are concerned, he is a scumbag.
The body frame seems to be quite big, but it is just that the appearance is fierce and the heart is weak.
A truly powerful black brother will not appear on the red street.
Cheng Daqi is indeed afraid of these high-level elite monsters with skins, but fear does not mean escaping.
Especially when trouble comes knocking on your doorstep.
Escape will only expose your cowardice. A cowardly Asian will only encounter a steady stream of trouble on the streets!
He didn't intend to actually kill Brother Hei either.
That's not worth it.
What a cheap life, so worthless.
What's even scarier is.
What Americans like most are criminal illegal immigrants.
Illegal immigration crimes will be punished with an additional penalty.
The master can justifiably send you to a private prison to work as a slave for the rest of your life!
Many domestic public intellectuals, whether stupid or evil, actually support private prisons in the United States.
too naive.
Knowing the consequences of killing, Cheng Daqi will not joke about his future.
"Thanks, Sani."
Taking the knife from Sani's hand, he smiled and said thank you to Sani.
This is an ordinary fruit knife, only about ten centimeters. After all, it is difficult to carry around if it is too long.
Cheng Daqi pulled Korno's head hard.
"Listen, my name is Chan, Jackie Chan's Chan, Jackie Chan, our kung fu master, you know?"
Pressing the blade against Korno's face, Cheng Daqi spoke solemnly.
“My master taught me that if someone offends you, you need to forgive him once because he is a child of God.
Tell me, are you a child of God? "
It was the first time for the melon-eaters on the side to see Chinese Kung Fu in reality.
"He is from China! He used Chinese Kung Fu!"
"He must be Jackie Chan's son. Only Jackie Chan's son can defeat such a strong man in a few seconds."
"You are just an idiot. He said that he has a master. The master is equivalent to our priest in China. He must have learned his kung fu from the Chinese priest!"
"Will he let Korno go? To be honest, Korno is a bastard, but he shouldn't die like this. He didn't do anything."
"***, what do you mean he didn't do anything, he offended that lady! You, like Korno, are also a bastard."
"F**K, say one more thing?"
"S**T, you're the one who got out of B***'s a**!"
In just a few words, the fun people went through the whole process of the red street fight.
The melon-eating crowd watching the excitement was extremely happy.
Some homeless people even called 911 to call the police.
Don't get me wrong, they don't want to see the police enforcing the law.
They just want to see more fun, more street fights, preferably with the police involved.
That's all.
The staff at the shelter had already called the police, but they knew it would take seven or eight minutes at the earliest for the police to arrive.
They were really worried about a murder, but there was really nothing they could do.
All the excitement belonged to other people, and Korno felt that every second seemed like a year.
He vowed that if he lived, he would be the most devout believer.
If he lived, he would kiss the priest's ass with his lips.
GOD!
Korno's heart was filled with memories of the past, and he wanted to go home.
He regretted saying so many outrageous things to his mother.
He regretted wasting his time and did not go shopping for zero dollars, so he came to the shelter to collect food.
If you don't come to the shelter to get food, you won't encounter the damn yellow-skinned monkey.
What he regrets most is not having more big-assed Cuban girls, Mexican girls, Venezuelan girls, and Colombian girls.
He doesn't want to die!
The cold blade slowly scratched across his cheek, and Korno's neck was pulled awkwardly by the weapon.
He was being pulled and pinned to the ground by his knees in an extremely painful position, but he didn't dare to move at all.
He couldn't breathe and couldn't resist.
Cheng Daqi's words were like salvation from heaven, and he saw hope of living.
At this moment, he wanted to nod but couldn't move. He just whimpered and begged.
"YES! YES! GOD BLESS YOU!"
Sani breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the conversation between the two.
fortunately.
Fortunately, Cheng Daqi was not impulsive. If he didn't kill someone, he would be detained for two days at most.
California's police force is so short that there are no consequences for "misdemeanors" committed by illegal immigrants.
Police station? No!
The homeless man only thinks there is home.
"But I don't like to listen to my master, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to the United States to become an illegal immigrant. Your name is Korno, right?"
Sani didn't feel at ease for two seconds.
Cheng Daqi’s words closed the door to heaven for Korno.
He didn't know if he could survive.
Korno breathed desperately, but the air seemed not to enter his lungs.
The black man could hardly breathe.
"PLEASE, PLEASE..."
Seeing that Korno was about to lose consciousness under the pressure, Cheng Daqi loosened his knees.
Playing for fun, making trouble for trouble, it is impossible for him to kill someone.
"Corno, listen, you have offended my companions, and I need you to give me a reason to let you go."
The yellow demon's voice was very soft, but to Korno's ears, it sounded more like he was planning to kill himself at the next moment.
"After all, you can understand the disciples of our sect as believers. Every time a believer of our sect takes action, he must end up with one life."
It’s not that he is trying to fool Korno, it’s that Americans really believe in this, especially at the bottom, and quite a few of them are extremely anti-intellectual.
It's not that they are inherently unintelligent, it's just that some masters don't like their intelligence.
After all, America's lead water pipes supply most of the country.
The American gentleman is kind-hearted and helps the poor to increase their blood lead levels for free, matching their suffering with appropriate intelligence.
(News in early December 2023, public opinion in the United States exploded. The price of a drug to control blood lead increased thirty times. It was really fun to write this book)
Are you the killer in the movie?
Eastern Kung Fu is so scary!
What reason should I use?
reason! reason! reason!
Damn, F**K reason!
Korno's brain was spinning rapidly, and he really couldn't think of any reason.
He could feel his heart beating violently due to nervousness. He was breathing heavily and thinking desperately.
If Cheng Daqi alternately kills and releases, it not only makes Korno lose his ability to think normally.
Sani's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
She was offended, she took out the knife and roared at the top of her lungs, no different than usual.
She's not fierce, she just wants to live.
But there is no need for her to yell today.
Cheng Daqi said nothing.
No hesitation, no compromise.
The neighbor who had just moved in not long ago rushed forward.
The black girl's heart is moved by the courage to become a great person.
Is it thanks? Is it worry? Or something else?
Sani didn't know the answer to the question.
All she knew was that now she no longer had to worry about becoming a master and killing people.
She looked at Cheng Daqi worriedly, thinking about how the two of them would escape after the murder.
Dusk has already arrived in Saint-Loduo, and dusk is the beginning of the night.
The weak are not welcome on American streets at night.
The light of the setting sun is orange-red.
The orange-red light hits the asphalt road of Red Street and the red brick walls on both sides of the street.
Red like blood.
An Asian man held down a strong black man.
A black girl nervously covered her chest and looked at the two of them.
The surrounding homeless people were attracted by the new, ongoing, more intense and exciting street fights, which were more competitive.
It turned out that in an instant, the audience had forgotten Cheng Daqi and Korno.
The security guards at the shelter had no intention of rushing out to maintain order. They only vigilantly held anti-riot shields and stood guard at the entrance of the shelter to protect the staff distributing dinner.
What a beautiful picture of freedom and democracy.
This is just an ordinary day in America.
