The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1876 Zhang Cheng: "I'm a craftsman!"

New York, Brooklyn
In the pitch-black night, a tall figure opened the car door and tossed a bag full of money into the back seat.
Turning around, Zhang Cheng retrieved his grenade launcher, raised the muzzle, and then repeatedly pulled the trigger towards the factory ahead.
"Bang bang bang!"

A dull thud followed, and the grenade shattered the glass instantly.
"Buzz!"

With the accelerator floored, the Cadillac drifted off into the distance.

Just as the vehicle sped off the street, a deafening explosion rang out behind it.
Seeing the dazzling flames burning in the rearview mirror, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but slam his fist on the steering wheel and roar, "Wuhu!"

"Buzz!"

The Cadillac continued to accelerate, weaving through the traffic.

As soon as Zhang Cheng returned to the villa area, he pulled to a stop with a drift.
But just then, sirens blared, and two New York police officers got out of a car and said, "Hey, buddy, stop right there!"

Seeing the other party approach, Zhang Cheng immediately frowned and narrowed his eyes.

Because he double-crossed someone, the New York police came looking for him?
Are New York police officers this inefficient these days? They seem so different from when he was a police officer.

"Gentlemen, what brings you here so late?"

With a broad smile, Zhang Cheng stepped forward and asked casually,

"Do you know you were speeding? We're going to give you a ticket now."

Looking at Zhang Cheng sternly, the young police officer couldn't help but feel annoyed.
They had just stood up and put their feet on the gas, yet they still couldn't catch up with Zhang Cheng. This was simply outrageous! And from this, one can imagine just how fast Zhang Cheng was going!
"Oh, I see!"

Realizing the other party had caught up because of speeding, Zhang Cheng immediately smiled and pulled out a wad of US dollars, about two thousand dollars, saying, "Sorry, I just finished work and was in a hurry to get home and sleep, so I was a little fast."

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng skillfully placed the US dollars on the ticket.

The young police officer stared in shock at the scene, his eyes wide as if he couldn't believe it.

The experienced police officer next to him immediately stepped forward, smiling, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Zhang? You can call me Zhang. I'm an intern at the New York Medical School."

Addressing the two, Zhang Cheng smiled and replied.

"Dude, are you a medical student? That's great! But next time, remember not to speed, it's dangerous!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng's warning, the experienced policeman simply pressed down the ticket and left with the younger officer.
He waved goodbye to the two of them, his face still showing a calm and composed expression.

But back in the car, the young officer questioned, "Why? He should have received a speeding ticket, and that guy was also suspected of dangerous driving and bribery."

But just as the young officer finished speaking rapidly, the older officer turned his head and said, "This is a wealthy neighborhood!"

"So what? We are NYPD officers, representing the will of the people of New York."

Looking at the veteran police officer, the young man seemed as fearless as a newborn calf.
Looking at the man with disdain, the veteran officer said, "A ticket costs at most five hundred dollars, and he only needs a lawyer to handle the dangerous driving. As for bribery? Rookie, are you kidding me? This is New York. Don't offend rich people, kid!"

At this point, the veteran officer split the US dollars in two and said, "If you don't want it, then go tell the chief tomorrow that you need a new partner! But hopefully you'll find someone willing to take you on!" Silently watching the veteran officer, the rookie stuffed the money into his pocket.

Because he knew the other person wasn't joking when they said that.

After all, how could someone who lives here be afraid of two junior police officers?
As he watched the police car drive away, Zhang Cheng's expression slowly hardened into a sinister grin.
He didn't want to get a ticket, as that would leave evidence that he had gone out that night, which would be bad for Zhang Cheng!
He's a seasoned veteran, not a reckless fool. He makes money with a high profile but works with a low profile – that's his style!
Zhang Cheng took the duffel bag out of the Cadillac and simply tossed it onto the sofa.

After all, it was only a little over a million US dollars, not even close to the amount he could "withdraw" from the bank in one trip.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng frowned, because he needed to go to the bank before leaving.
Because he didn't have enough funds on hand, most of them were used for "Far East Investment".
"I've only been out for a week, and I'm already broke from all the money I could have spent on foot massages! Seriously!"

Thinking about how he had ended up like this, Zhang Cheng felt a pang of sadness.
Having finally come to a foreign country, seeing a "broken girl" standing on the roadside, yet unable to lend a helping hand, made him feel "uneasy about his conscience"!

"woo woo woo woo!"

Sirens blared inside the wrecked factory.

While New York police officers were investigating the crime scene, their faces were ashen.
Because this place has been so badly damaged.

Rushing over, the director saw body bags being carried in and reporters taking pictures. He immediately shouted angrily, "Damn it, who let them come here? Get them out of here right now!"

"Chief, the investigation is complete. This was a stronghold of the Crippled Gang, but unfortunately, everyone there has been eliminated."

The detective who stepped forward addressed the chief with a serious expression, explaining...

"Who cares about these bastards? All I want to know is how to make sure this doesn't appear in the news tomorrow!"

Looking at the agents beside him, the chief had a terrible headache.
He hadn't expected the Brotherhood to be so audacious as to dare to silence him overnight.
After pacing back and forth twice, the chief turned his head and said, "Tell the guys below to keep a tight grip on things these next two days and make sure nothing goes wrong. Also, if anyone dares to cause trouble, I'll kill them!"

"Yes, Chief!"

Upon hearing the chief's words, the detectives below immediately nodded in agreement.
Because this matter has become too big, involving dozens of casualties, it is no small trouble. Moreover, most of them are members of the "Mud Brothers" gang. If someone stirs up trouble, his position as director will be over.

The next morning, Zhang Cheng ate a sandwich and watched the news, seemingly not having given the previous day's events a second thought.

"A large-scale brawl broke out in Brooklyn yesterday, with police raiding a 'Maffia' stronghold and killing 32 suspects."

Looking at the news, Zhang Cheng rubbed his head, because wasn't this the place he went to for treatment last night?

Although the customer was very rude, he at least received "payment," so how did it turn into him being wiped out by the New York police?
"Holy crap, these days even burning down warehouses with fire dragons is done like this?"

Looking at the New York Police Department's "balanced accounts," Zhang Cheng was utterly shocked.
Because he never expected that these foreign devils could be so ruthless!
However, after thinking it over, Zhang Cheng felt there was no need to offend anyone, after all, he was a "craftsman" who made a living through his skills.
As for those who prevent him from eating, Zhang Cheng will also make them unable to eat!

"Drip drip!"

The phone rang, and Zhang Cheng, seeing the unknown caller ID, immediately broke into a bright smile and said, "Another scoundrel has delivered himself to my door!"

"Hello, this is a specialized treatment center for difficult and complex diseases. I am Zhang."

(End of this chapter)