The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 55: A Place Never Imagined
Compton, LA.

The hometown of hip-hop on the West Coast, you can find openness, beaches, gin, gangs, and other stereotypes here.

This place is about fifty kilometers away from Silver Lake. As night falls, Compton's nightlife also begins.

Gang members began to roam the streets, cars speeding on the main road, flour being traded on the roadside, drug addicts twitching in the corner and criminals robbing not far away.

Corresponding to this are the opening of major nightclubs, street music, prostitutes posing on the roadside, and ladybugs driving around looking for targets.

If you like any of them, it's best to take her to your car quickly and haggle over the price for a little longer. Then you will understand why these street prostitutes can stand on the street so "safely".

Alarm bells rang one after another in Compton. However, every person who needed police help would think about one question: what were those police officers busy with?
The Night Kingdom is a notorious new gang in Compton.

This gang is mostly made up of black people, engaging in illegal activities such as drugs, guns, robbery, human trafficking, etc.

If a new gang wants to gain a foothold in Compton, it must have some skills of its own.

The ability of the Kingdom of Night is cruel enough.

This is a group of outright desperadoes.

A large part of their members are illegal immigrants. In order to survive better in the United States, they often do things without considering the consequences.

After several crackdowns by LAPD, this gang always managed to rise from the ashes.

At this time, inside a nightclub, on the stage were strippers who had completely let loose, under the stage, drinks were flying everywhere, and the air was filled with a sweet smell, which was the unique aroma of contraband.

The most primitive desires of human nature were released in public, and people around cheered and applauded.

On the second floor of the nightclub, a group of gang members were smoking in a room, and there was a lot of white powder left on the table.

A skinny black man with his upper body naked was covered in tattoos, like a rune mage.

He was looking up at this moment, and his whole body looked as if he was floating in the air.

This is the living dead Tobyin Moore, the boss of the Kingdom of Night, a black man who looks less than thirty years old.

He was born and raised in Compton and grew up in a black community. His fearless attitude earned him the nickname "The Living Dead."

The door was pushed open, but the person who walked in did not attract anyone's attention.

The black man walked quickly to Tobyne and said something.

Toby sat up suddenly, took a look at the situation in the room, and then knocked on the table: "Guys! Wake up! We have guests in our territory!"

A group of people looked towards Tobyne, and a fat guy grinned and said, "Who's here, boss? Do you need us to remind him of something?"

"That Hoodie Man." Tobyin said at this point, "Someone spotted him on our territory."

"America has never lacked imitators. Wait a minute." The person who answered the call looked at the bruised face of the guy who came to report the news and said, "Are we going to encounter the real one?"

Toby snorted. "The bodies of the people below tell us that it must be him. What a pity! I was very grateful to him. A group of colleagues in the north died, and their customers have now fled to the south. As a result, our friend seems to really think of himself as a hero."

The chubby guy stood up. "Then we have to teach him a lesson. Tell that guy who doesn't even dare to show his face that this is Compton, not downtown Los Angeles! We can be different from those wimps up north."

There was one guy who was a bit sensible and asked in confusion: "Why is he here?"

The boy who came in to report the news said cautiously, "He asked us how much inventory we have."

"Tsk, after all this time it's still because of something like this. I thought he was really a hero." A group of people burst into laughter at once.

Toby stood up and stretched his body, then picked up a silver pistol on the table and shouted, "Come on, scumbags, let's go meet this guy!"

A group of people stood up with laughter, even though a few of them were still dizzy.

However, before they could take the next step, the closed door was kicked open by someone. In addition to the debris of the door, the body of a black man with a sunken chest flew in.

They were already paralyzed by the contraband and obviously had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

Many people looked at the door in confusion.

I saw a person slowly walking in from the door. He was wearing a sweatshirt and a hood. The mask on his face was gone, and he was wearing a half-face scarf.

After seeing someone, the group of people reacted and raised their weapons at once, aiming at Xiunuo.

Moreover, it was not just aiming, someone directly pulled the trigger. In an instant, gunshots rang out!
People on the second floor had already started setting off firecrackers, but due to the loud music, there was no effect on the first floor at all.

When the gunshots died down, someone in the house looked at the door cautiously: "Is he dead?"

But what answered him was a dark shadow that suddenly flew into the room.

The next moment, the guy who was talking fell to his knees, covering his bleeding neck. A green leaf stained with blood was nailed to the wall not far away.

"What happened!" Just as the people in the room asked this question, a figure suddenly flashed into the room.

In an instant, gunshots rang out again.

However, they saw that the man was walking on the wall as if it were flat ground, and he could even run backwards on the ceiling!

He was like a phantom of death, and people kept falling down wherever he passed!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Toby no longer had the composure he had just had.

In this environment, he could only try his best to capture the man's movements with his eyes, but he was like a ghost. Every time he was seen by him, one of his men would fall down with his head and body separated.

Toby didn't know how many bullets hit his own people, but he didn't care. His biological instinct told him that if he didn't kill this guy, he would be the one to die!

However, things went against his wishes. After Tobin emptied another magazine, the figure he didn't want to see appeared in front of him.

Toby was about to raise his hand, but for some reason, under the other person's gaze, he couldn't lift it even a bit.

He didn't move his head, but when his eyes moved, he found that the house was full of corpses!
"I I." Toby's voice trembled.

At this moment, he experienced a feeling that he had not experienced in many years.

fear!

"I don't have much." Toby finished the sentence while suppressing the fear in his heart: "You may have found the wrong person."

Xiu Nuo tilted his head and asked, "Tobyin Moore, right?"

"it's me."

"I just checked, and you don't have many here." Xiu Nuo said with some disappointment, "At least compared to the Hellhound Gang, there are far fewer. I have no choice but to kill you to liven up the atmosphere."

Hearing this, Tobian felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and hurriedly said, "No! Don't waste your energy here, okay? I know where to get it! There are a lot of goods there! It will definitely meet your needs!"

"Oh?" Xiu Nuo became interested: "Tell me about it."

"I said, can you exchange your life for mine?"

"of course can."

"There's a warehouse at 69 Constantine Avenue. There's a lot of stuff you want in there."

"What is that place?"

Toby was stared at by Xiunuo, and the lie that was about to come out of his mouth was frightened back: "EEDA's temporary warehouse."

The living dead was so frightened that he was trembling all over. After he finished speaking, he quickly explained: "I know, how could it be possible."

But before he could finish his words, he saw the devil's eyes light up as if he had discovered a new world: "Yes! Why didn't I think of such a place before?"

"Huh?" Toby was confused.

No, this guy isn't really going to cause trouble for the DEA, is he?

Then, he saw the devil looking at him and said again with a smile: "By the way, let me teach you something."

"What?"

"There are too many bad people in society. Don't trust strangers easily."

Then, a cold light flashed across Toby's neck.

(End of this chapter)