The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 297: Zhao Hong's Cry
Xiunuo in the sky took out his mobile phone and looked at the map. When he saw where he was, he was stunned.

“Are we in Miami already?”

Miami, a legendary city, a large-scale social experiment field, and the filming location of "Vice City".

Miami used to have 90% white population, but later it dropped to 10%, which shows its value.

This place is a huge loss suffered by the American democracy and human rights weapon.

The countries that the United States sanctioned and infiltrated gave him a big blow. Hundreds of thousands of gangsters, prostitutes, mentally ill people, and criminals swarmed into Miami over a period of three months, forcing the United States to quickly amend its most fundamental insistence after two years of implementing a bill aimed at destroying a country.

But two years is enough to change a lot.

As for what has changed, Miami in Florida used to be famous for its beaches, beauties and modern metropolis, but now it is famous for being the largest Latin American trading city and for all things business.

And the helicopter finally disappeared nearby.

However, the goal was to go further southwest. When he came here, Xiunuo had been looking up information. That direction should be Key West. After seeing the surroundings, Xiunuo understood what was going on.

Xiunuo also discovered some patterns. It seemed that none of the places used by that laboratory were newly built.

Los Angeles uses the underground laboratory of Covo Pharmaceuticals, the third base is converted from an abandoned ammunition depot of a US military base in the desert, not to mention Luke Air Force Base.

If Xiu Nuo is new here, he may not understand. For this kind of thing, isn't it the most basic to build a few of them? Why do they always feel like they are using second-hand ones?
But obviously, this is not because these guys like second-hand houses, just like you can’t get into a 985 university not because you don’t like it, right?

So now Xiunuo has understood, how much infrastructure capacity can you expect a financial empire to retain?

Do they not want to build it? They don't have the ability to do so.

At least there is no ability to build these things in a short time. The underground place that Dark Gold Pharmaceuticals wants to dig is not a difficult task, but the speed is not fast because of the poor infrastructure. This is the case when Dark Gold Pharmaceuticals is really willing to pay for it.

Xiu Nuo's figure descended and he walked into a building where his old acquaintance Zhao Hong was standing.

There were quite a few younger brothers standing next to him, including blacks, Latinos, and Asians, but there was not a single white person to be seen.

Many white people who come to Miami nowadays come for vacation because of the beaches and climate here rather than to settle down.

There was even a hot Cuban girl hugging Zhao Hong.

But it was obvious that Zhao Hong was not satisfied with the current situation, because his face looked ugly and there was a dead body lying in front of these people.

Zhao Hong pulled over a guy who was lowering his head and said in English: "Tell me again! How did he die!"

Xiunuo was a little surprised. How long had it been since he was thrown into Florida? Half a year? His English improved so fast. You know, he had been in Los Angeles for a few months. He didn't have a mobile phone and could only communicate with Patch using sign language.

Sure enough, it is the environment that forces a person to grow.

At this moment, the Latino guy in front of him turned pale and said, "The boss who was shot dead by me."

Zhao Hong's face turned pale: "Why did you shoot him!"

"He held three pillows in front of his body and asked me to shoot his boss." The Latino boy was about to cry: "What I said is true, Roman recorded the video! We didn't expect the bullet could go through three pillows."

A scantily clad mixed-race girl nearby trembled as she took out her phone: "Really? Boss, you've seen the video, right? He really asked for it."

Zhao Hong took a deep breath, then cursed: "Of course I saw it! I saw it, so I can't understand it! Are your brains filled with shit?! Don't you know that a bullet can pass through three pillows? ? ? Elementary school students know it can! You don't know!"

The Latino guy was almost scared to tears.

"Do you have a grudge against him, Kelvin?" Zhao Hong looked at the Latino boy with great determination. "Please tell me, you must have a grudge against him so you took the opportunity to retaliate. Otherwise, how could you have shot him in the heart with such accuracy?"

“I’m really not the boss.”

"Tell me it was me!!" Zhao Hong almost yelled, "If you say it was me, I won't punish you! Seriously! Stop fucking raping my brain! I used to think I was an idiot! But now, I think I'm a fucking genius! If not, how could I always run into idiots like you!"

Kelvin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he thought about it and said, "Yes, Boss, I just have a problem with him."

After he finished speaking, Kelvin quickly glanced at the others: "The boss said that as long as I admit it, I won't be punished. You all heard it."

Zhao Hong opened his mouth, his face full of shock.

Someone even said, "Yes, since the boss has said so, he will definitely not pursue you."

"What a sin." Zhao Hong closed his eyes slightly.

Then, Zhao Hong pointed to the person next to him and said, "You take over his territory. As for Kelvin."

Zhao Hong gritted his teeth and said, "Send him to a drug rehabilitation center!"

Kelvin panicked when he heard this. "Boss! You said you wouldn't punish me!"

"I did that for your fucking good! I was afraid you'd shoot me next time you got high! Your whole family will fucking thank me, except you, a bitch! I'm so fucking sorry."

After saying this, Zhao Hong kicked Kelvin.

"And you." Zhao Hong looked at the others around Kelvin.

But seeing the innocent and panicked looks of the others, Zhao Hong felt a little desperate.

"Forget it." Zhao Hong turned around and left.

The people around him dragged Kelvin to follow him.

When everyone left the house, a voice suddenly rang out: "Leave Kelvin behind for now."

The group of people looked over and saw an Oriental man standing against the wall.

When Zhao Hong saw him, his eyes widened.

Someone beside him immediately walked up to Xiunuo, took out a gun and pointed it at Xiunuo: "Where did you come from?"

Before he could finish his words, a big hand appeared next to his face and he flew out. Yes, he flew out.

He rolled on the ground several times before he stopped. It looked like he was dead or alive.

But it was not Xiu Nuo who did it, but Zhao Hong.

Zhao Hong looked at Xiu Nuo, his face flushed with excitement, and there were even tears in his eyes.

Xiu Nuo said calmly: "There are quite a few people."

Zhao Hong finally reacted. He turned around and looked at those people, then growled, "Get out! Get out!"

"Boss," a guy was about to say something, but was glared at by Zhao Hong.

The guy was so scared that he trembled and quickly hid far away with the others.

"And that one." Xiu Nuo pointed at the one who was slapped away by Zhao Hong.

Zhao Hong turned around and said, "Call an ambulance, idiots, take that guy to the hospital."

The group of people hiding far away were a little confused.

It was Kelvin who reminded us, "Boss, should we call an ambulance or send him to the hospital?"

Zhao Hong: “.”

Seeing Zhao Hong taking out a gun from his waist, a group of people quickly went up, lifted up the unconscious guy and ran in another direction.

Zhao Hong then turned around and looked at Xiu Nuo, but the first thing he asked was not why you were here or how you appeared here.

But
"Boss, please let me go back to Los Angeles! My English is pretty good now, and I'd rather help Patch!! I don't want to stay in this place anymore! If I stay any longer, I feel like I'm not a human being anymore."

Xiu Nuo raised his eyebrows: "Just because of what happened just now?"

"That's it?" Zhao Hong seemed to have suffered some great injustice: "Let's go inside and talk."

The two of them came in again, and everyone in the house was driven out by Zhao Hong.

Xiu Nuo looked at the corpse and asked, "Shouldn't we take care of this?"

"Oh, I'll find someone to deal with it later." Zhao Hong said indifferently.

Xiu Nuo held his chin up: "I thought I should find the police."

"I thought so when I first came here, but the result is that the police rarely intervene in gang affairs unless something happens."

Xiu Nuo immediately laughed: "Then this place is simply a holy place for you, Zhao Hong. I see that you are both a younger brother and a younger sister, so why can't you think of going back to Los Angeles?"

When Zhao Hong was mentioned, he immediately looked aggrieved: "Boss! You don't understand at all. I worked like a slave in Los Angeles and at least I still felt like a human being. But here? I'm almost not a human being anymore!"

"When you sent me here from Joe, I thought you wanted me to do something."

Xiu Nuo smiled and said, "I just think you should develop on your own. I don't ask anything of you."

"Okay, you're right." Zhao Hong nodded and continued to speak: "I feel I came to the right place when I came here. This city has two sides. One side is for tourists, it's a holiday resort, and the other side is for 'ourselves'. It has the largest smuggling port, all kinds of contraband, a complex population, and all kinds of gangs fighting for territory. What era is it that still charges protection fees?"

"After I came here, I encountered some robbery. Those little thieves were outrageous. They danced for me and asked me for performance fees. I thought they were idiots. They pulled out guns. I said it was a robbery, but they said it was the income from their own labor."

Xiu Nuo was curious: "Did you kill them?"

"No, I think it's very strange. I gave them money and they even thanked me!" Zhao Hong said, "I thought I met a weirdo, but I found that most of the gang members here have some cerebral palsy."

"I first found an Oriental gang and became their leader. But after they found out where I came from, they wanted to sell me to a group of kidney-strippers. I killed a lot of them and became their boss. I learned about Miami's affairs and rules, and then I started helping some big gangs do some shady things."

"You know my abilities. I quickly expanded my power and even killed a Cuban in his own lair. After that, my reputation rose. They called me the Mad Dog of the East."

Xiu Nuo was a little curious when he heard what Zhao Hong said: "You don't seem to object?"

Zhao Hong said with emotion, "Having a reputation in the underworld is much better than having no reputation at all, and I was a little angry at the time, but at least I was normal until this moment."

Zhao Hong sighed, then looked at Xiu Nuo: "Boss, do you know? The highest casualty rate of my gang is not when we fight for territory! Every time I lead the way, it is easy to fight for territory, but I still lose a lot of people! It's all because of my own stupidity!"

"This idiot has seen it." Zhao Hong pointed at the corpse. "I used to think highly of this guy. He's a local and has been strong since he was a child. I gave him some strength. When he fights, he can beat ten people alone! Many times, he can solve many problems without me having to show up. But now! He's lying here!!"

"I had a subordinate who was a bit smart. He beat two gangs when they were fighting each other. But when he got the goods and money, he found that on one side, except for the top four or five bags of real goods, the rest were all flour. On the other side, except for the first few bills, the rest were all fake bills!"

"When he told me this, I laughed for a long time. No, that was my joke that day. I could have laughed at him for the rest of my life because of this little thing! But the next day! This guy was arrested!"

Xiu Nuo was stunned: "What? The gangsters are robbing each other and the police are fishing for it?"

Zhao Hong became excited when he heard this: "Right! Right! Normal people would think so, right?! I knew it wasn't my problem! I thought so at the time, too. But it turned out that the fucking idiot felt that he couldn't save face, and he couldn't find the two scammers, so he fucking called the police!"

Xiu Nuo's eyes widened slightly: "What did you go do?"

Zhao Hong was about to cry; "That idiot went to the police! He wanted to report the two guys who sold fake goods with counterfeit money, and expressed his willingness to cooperate with the police to catch them, but what did this idiot do himself! He never came out after he went in.

I found a lawyer, but he came out half an hour after he went in, and told me there was no hope, because that idiot confessed everything he had done when he was confessing to the other party's crimes! He even showed the video he had taken! Now the police don't even have to look for evidence. "

"If I hadn't had some connections with the people in MPD here and hadn't paid some people before, I wouldn't have known what he did and I would have been arrested! Now those policemen will laugh maliciously when they see me. Even that bastard Roble always asks me when I will give them some performance!"

"There was also an idiot who, in order to scare people when he was trying to seize territory, stretched out his hand and fired into the sky, but he didn't use up all the bullets, so when he got his hands back, he shot the driver, and both of them got into a car accident."

"There was another one. I took a job and asked him to steal a document from there. But after the bastard succeeded, he thought the bed was too comfortable and fell asleep on it! I had to work hard to silence him!"

Zhao Hong kept complaining. In the end, he looked at Xiu Nuo pitifully and said, "Please let me go back to Los Angeles, boss. Really, I think my fate here will be either becoming an idiot or dying suddenly!"

(End of this chapter)