"So, we are here to look for a house, right?"
Chu Zihang quickly cut off a human head far away with his gun, his tone full of confusion about the current situation.
Facts have proved that falling in love is indeed good for people's emotional expression. Today, Chu Zihang is no longer the iceberg who only nods or shakes his head.
He even learned to complain.
"Why are we playing games here!?"
"Of course it's because you have to experience it before you can speak!"
Old Tang kept talking and using his hands, going around the back of the knife to remove the CT, and then pointed the position to remove the bag.
Fingel was anxious over there: "Hey, Old Tang, you damn girl, stop cheating, there's only one person left on the other side, kill him and this round will be over!"
"No."
Gu Bei's voice came from the earphones, and then a gunshot sounded.
"TerroristIN."
With the English announcement of victory, the score became 16-12.
The match is won.
Old Tang shook his fist vigorously, and Fingel took off the pair of headphones that were completely disproportionate to his head.
Gu Bei picked up the root beer on the side and took a sip. The rich taste was refreshing.
This thing is a local specialty drink in the United States. Gu Bei discovered this thing when he was buying sparkling water in the mall, and then he bought it decisively.
It is said to be beer, but root beer is non-alcoholic and can only be regarded as a flavored juice, but its raw materials are still very unique.
As the name suggests, root beer is made from tree roots.
So the taste of this thing can't be said to be very good. It has a strong smell of Chinese medicine, which is at best enough to be edible.
Although the other three people were not sensitive to the taste, Gu Bei thought it was pretty good.
Probably because he has cultivated the Liuku Immortal Thief, he has an extra hidden buff that is delicious.
Chu Zihang looked at the three people beside him with confused eyes, still thinking about why he was here.
This is an Internet cafe in Queens. The sign at the door uses flashing neon lights to form the words "Hkerharf".
Hacker Pier is the name of this Internet cafe.
The boss in a vest was slumped in front of the counter, smoking an inferior cigar that he had rolled up himself, his whole body immersed in the diffuse gray smoke.
The fluorescent tubes were also shrouded in the choking smoke. From time to time, some people cheered or cursed, while others wore earphones and spoke tenderly to the "little sister" opposite who didn't know her true identity.
Hundreds of computers are lined up in an array, and even the rows of computers are basically equipped with privacy fences. On every broken sofa lies a "night-time" brother, holding a cigarette in his left hand, holding a mouse in his right hand, with red eyes. Wandering in a world of numbers.
The sound of strong rock music came from the low-quality headphones, blocking the whirring sound of the air conditioner that was about to expire.
It seems like all the noise, joy and sorrow in the world are gathered here.
The four Gu Bei people don't smoke, but they won't stop others from smoking. After all, nicotine is no different from ordinary air to their already extraordinary bodies.
Chu Zihang was lost in thought when the sad voice in his earphones suddenly interrupted his thoughts: "Boss, senior brother, today is the weekend, I finally slept in, did you wake me up so early just to play games? ?」
The sorrow of this voice makes the listener sad and weeping, as if it has bear some weight that life should not bear.
Gu Bei nodded matter-of-factly: "Yes."
Lu Mingfei: "..."
What you are talking about is boring the hell out of me.
But having said that, a few people still remembered the business.
The initial purpose of several people was to help Old Tang find an apartment to stay in.
Although at first Gu Bei and Chu Zihang both thought that they should buy a big house that was large enough, functional enough, with a swimming pool, gym and underground parking lot, so that they could gather together later, this brother
Some of them may include Caesar and Lu Mingfei, as well as everyone's relatives.
But this proposal was immediately rejected by Tang and Fingel.
Old Tang's reason was simple. He lived alone in such a large place, and cleaning was a problem. Cost was also an issue. In addition, the place was too big, empty and deserted. Old Tang felt that he was not used to living there.
In comparison, Fingel's reasons are more objective.
Fingel said that villas with large land areas are basically located on the outskirts of the city, and the surrounding supporting facilities are not perfect. No matter what needs you have, you have to go to the city to solve them, but based on Old Tang's road addiction...
When he goes out to buy groceries in the supermarket, he can get lost directly from the suburbs of New York City to Pennsylvania.
Although Old Tang was very angry after hearing this, he had to admit that Fingel was right. Even Gu Bei and Chu Zihang thought it was very pertinent.
So after discussion, the location of the apartment was divided into Queens, which is adjacent to Brooklyn.
Although it is not as good as Manhattan, which is full of wealthy people, the conditions in Queens are much better than those in Brooklyn, where Tang originally lived.
After all, Brooklyn is synonymous with poverty in New York.
Among the three major slums in New York, Brooklyn ranks first. The per capita income is US$4,800, one-seventh of the United States. It basically relies on relief.
By the way, the per capita income in New York is 46,000.
This is mainly a place where black people live. There is only one supermarket and no bank.
There is also the famous slum Brownville, where nearly 73% of the houses are in disrepair. Old Tang once lived here.
So Brooklyn is considered the bottom of the bottom in New York.
Of course, it is not without its companions. After all, there are three major slums in New York.
The other two are the Bronx, which has the highest crime rate in the country, and Queens, which has a large number of Asians and Latinos.
Yes, Queens is also a poor borough.
However, the main reason why people here are poor is because they do not receive social subsidies, but even so, their per capita income has reached 8,400.
That’s almost double the size of Brooklyn.
And because there are a large number of Asians and Latinos, the environment here may not be good, but the people are simple and hospitable.
At least living here won't be too boring, especially for people like Old Tang who live alone. Living here can make new friends very quickly.
As for the accommodation environment?
Old Tang said that this kind of thing would be good no matter what. He was a man who had lived in Tongzilou.
So the location was determined.
After the general scope has been drawn, the next task is to find a suitable apartment. Lao Tang’s requirements are not high, two or three bedrooms are fine. It is best to have a private bathroom. It should not be too close to the main road where it is easy for vehicles to pass by. wake up,
This is a lesson of blood and tears.
Another point is that there must be an Internet cafe.
At this time, both the agency and the sales center have closed. A few people have calculated that a suitable house may have to wait until tomorrow, but they can first find a suitable Internet cafe, and then use the Internet cafe as the center to find a suitable apartment. .
So they found Hacker Docks.
But you still have to see and play to know what the specific environment of an Internet cafe is like.
So a few people sat here.
As for why I play CS...
In fact, Gu Bei can play games such as Warcraft, StarCraft, King of Fighters, LOL, and Empire War.
But Old Tang wanted to play something new.
Fingel wanted something exciting.
Chu Zihang was pinned down on the sofa by several people in a fog, before he had time to express his position.
So Gu Bei made the decision to wake up Lu Mingfei and play CS.
The friendship between men is always weird and passionate, not to mention that the relationship between the two of them was good before. After a few games, we changed from good brothers to lifelong friends. You blocked the gun for me, and I will do it for you. The kind that has taken revenge.
It was midnight, and several people had switched from the competitive mode to the latest biochemical mode. The blue fire flickered, and the mouse kept correcting the flying muzzle.
"Left! Left! Guard!"
"I'll blanch it, this thing can fly!"
"Flying like a ghost, he can only jump high!"
"Lord Lord! I lost it, I'm out of bullets!"
"Supply box! Supply box!"
"I haven't brushed it yet, pull it!"
"I have props here."
Several people were shouting, and the people around were also attracted by the noisy sound. When the last zombie fell, the game finally ended.
Several people relaxed, and the surrounding crowd also let out a sigh of relief. Fingel punched the armrest of the sofa hard: "Win!"
Lu Mingfei on the other end of the line was also very excited.
Old Tang scratched his hair and sent the screenshot to a game group to brag.
Even Chu Zihang showed a smile.
Gu Bei yelled. Although his body didn't respond, consciously his mouth felt dry. He subconsciously picked up the root beer, only to find that the bottle was empty.
Look at the time again.
Hey guys, it's past ten o'clock.
"Brothers, please withdraw."
This place is not far from the hotel where several people are staying. Taking a taxi is a bit wasteful. It takes almost forty minutes to wander back. Although New York is not very safe at night, what kind of players are there?
The body of the Dragon King, a cultivator, the Dragon King's husband, and a Dragon King's chair (bronze throne).
Not to mention using 7.62, even if a monster comes, he will probably have to lie down and go back.
Chu Zihang also noticed the time and nodded to express his agreement with Gu Bei's proposal.
It's ten o'clock, and Xia Mi is about to wake up.
Since getting together with Chu Zihang, the migrant warrior has stopped working. Anyway, there is a position provided by his brother-in-law. Although it is a temporary job, it is not only free but also has a high salary. Now the migrant warrior sleeps in every day and clings to his man when he wakes up. , even across thousands of rivers and mountains, I have to make a video call to express my greetings, and I have almost forgotten what the dignity of the Dragon King is.
(Gu Bei is the godson of Chu Zihang’s stepfather and also Chu Zihang’s godbrother. Naturally, he is Xia Mi’s brother-in-law.)
Old Tang and Fingel have no objections.
The four of them said goodbye to Lu Mingfei, then got off the plane and left the Internet cafe.
The moon splashed across the stars, and the four of them walked side by side through the streets and alleys, swaggering through the city. Occasionally, pedestrians walking at night would go around them. There were also some people who seemed to have evil intentions, but they didn't dare to go up after seeing this posture.
This was the first night that Gu Bei and the others came to the United States.
The four people walked "rampantly" and turned a corner. Gu Bei suddenly felt his spiritual consciousness move. An inexplicable feeling came to his heart, and Fu Ling stopped in his tracks.
When Gu Bei stopped, the other three people beside him also stopped. The three turned their heads and looked at him in confusion. Gu Bei frowned and tried to take two steps forward.
With a sound of "Peng", a hurried figure rushed out from the other side of the corner. He seemed to be in a hurry. He didn't pay attention and bumped directly into Gu Bei.
This man was not tall, slightly shorter than Gu Bei, about 1.75 meters, and he was not strong either.
In fact, it was useless even if he was a strong man. With Gu Bei's physical condition, if he wanted to knock him down, he would probably have to use a dump truck.
The man who hit Gu Bei was naturally not as good as a dump truck. On the contrary, his physical fitness was not as good as some ordinary people who exercised regularly. Therefore, not only did he not do anything to Gu Bei, but he staggered due to the force of the shock. .
Gu Bei had quick eyes and quick hands, and reached out to support the other person.
"Sir, are you okay?"
"Oh, I'm fine."
The man stood firm and said, "Thank you. I'm sorry. I didn't pay attention to the road just now. I'm really sorry."
Gu Bei's eyes fell on the man's face. It was an ordinary face, without any features. It was as if everyone in New York looked like this man.
The faces are somewhat similar, but completely different.
But it was this face, no, it was this person, that caused the spiritual consciousness to react.
Gu Bei is not very clear about what the reaction of spiritual consciousness means. This thing has appeared since Gu Bei practiced the Qimen Technique, and then continues to grow and grow. It will respond to dangers and benefits, but the specific judgment mechanism Gu Bei Bei himself didn't understand.
And this time, the reaction of spiritual consciousness is very special, different from before.
Gu Bei couldn't tell whether this meant good or bad, but he subconsciously did what he felt was the right move.
Then he saw this man who touched his spiritual consciousness.
However, this man is too ordinary, just like the passers-by who can be seen everywhere on the roadside. Even the kind of passers-by who can eliminate their own existence are more distinctive than him. He is a real passer-by.
How can such a person be inspired?
Gu Bei's eyes carefully observed the man from top to bottom, and finally noticed a sense of violation.
Perhaps it was because Gu Bei's eyes were too fiery, which made the man feel a little uncomfortable: "Um... sir? Are you okay?"
Gu Bei came back to his senses: "Oh, I'm fine, I'm from China and I know how to remove putty!"
The man nodded understandingly, apologized to Gu Bei and prepared to leave.
Gu Bei's eyes were so scary, as if he was about to dissect a person, which made the man feel uncomfortable.
It’s better not to talk any more.
The man wanted to leave, but Gu Bei wouldn't let him. He stretched out his arm to block the man's way: "Sir, what do you call me?"
The look in Gu Bei's eyes made the man's skin crawl, but out of courtesy, the man still answered Gu Bei's question.
"Parker, Benjamin Parker, others like to call me Ben."
"Mr. Parker."
Gu Bei nodded, and then put down his blocking arm.
Ben Parker glanced at him and found that this weirdo seemed to have no other problems, so he apologized again and left decisively.
Gu Bei looked at Ben Parker's back and didn't know what he was thinking.
The other three people gathered around, and Fingel asked inexplicably: "What's wrong? There's something wrong with this guy?"
Old Tang frowned: "Something is wrong, very wrong, 11% out of 10."
Chu Zihang turned to look at Gu Bei.
Gu Bei shook his head: "We'll talk about it when we get back."
