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Chapter 558 The Free World in My Heart! (First Update!)

On the shore, the boat captain watched the group run away, pulled a metal box from his left chest with his right hand, took out a cigar, lit it, took a deep drag, and muttered to himself, "Why do I feel like I'm watching a zombie movie?"

"They look like zombies!" a crew member next to him remarked, then turned around and began packing up to return to port.

After listening to the crew's words, the captain was stunned for a moment. Then he recalled the scene in zombie movies where zombies pounced on human flesh, and the scene they were now attacking the city was almost exactly the same.

Well, I got to watch a zombie movie for free.

In less than 20 minutes, the crew finished packing, and with a whistle, the ship turned around and headed towards Cuba.

They encountered the patrol boat again on the road, but both sides acted as if they didn't see each other and went their separate ways.

On the other side, Catroya got ashore and quickly took out his waterproof bag.

The inside of the waterproof bag was dry, which means that his phone did not get wet.

During this period of study, he learned a lesson: when something happens, don't panic. First, take out your phone, take a picture, and then post it on social media.

He took out his phone, snapped a few photos of the beach he had just run past, opened the news headlines, selected edit, and clicked send a new status update.

[The world of freedom in my heart! I've arrived!]

After posting the status update, he suddenly noticed a red dot above his head. Clicking on it, he discovered it was a notification that his content had gone viral.

In addition to the sensational content of the notification, it also told him that a royalty payment needed to be transferred to him, and that he needed to verify his bank card and identity. Once the verification was successful, the money would be transferred to him within a week.

This news surprised Catroya, but as unexpected as it was, he had just arrived in America and needed money for everything. If he had such funds, his situation would be much better.

After watching for a while, he put his phone away, then moved away from the crowds and circled around to the western part of the city, entering Florida City, the southernmost part of Miami.

After entering the city, he quickly changed his equipment, making his overall appearance look like that of a professional elite.

After changing into his new gear and recalling the information he had heard on the ship, he hailed a taxi and quickly headed to the area where the illegal immigrants were gathered.

He wanted to see what those illegal immigrants would do next.

If the information he heard on the ship was correct, these people had a lot of money. If he could get his hands on the money, his path to becoming the boss of Carteroia would be one step closer.

The taxi driver drove a short distance, then stopped and refused to go any further. Before Cattrolla could ask, the driver said:
"The area you mentioned has many illegal immigrants, and the security situation there is very bad."

"I drive a taxi to make a living, not to die. Whether I can come out alive after driving in is a question mark."

With a sigh, Catroya handed the fare to the driver, got out of the car, and walked towards his destination.

Before he even got close, he could smell a familiar scent in the air.

However, the alcohol mixed with the burning of marijuana leaves also carried the smell of other drugs.

After walking a block, he soon saw what the driver had described as a poor area with bad security.

Just across the street, the opposite block resembled a garbage dump, littered with excrement, discarded garbage bags, tattered rags, broken bricks, clods of earth, wooden sticks, and spilled oil.

And those who had been injected with excessive sedatives, their whole bodies like zombie wood carvings, leaning against the wall, against the railing, or lying there stiffly without leaning against anything, formed a harmonious, yet extremely disgusting scene.

After taking in all these images, Catroya smiled.

These people are all drug addicts. I don't know what kind of drugs they're using, but the Mexican stuff is definitely better than theirs.

At least Mexican goods will only excite them, not make them wander the streets like zombies.

Thank goodness, this is Florida.

If we were further north, we would probably have frozen to death by now.

Carefully avoiding the feces on the ground and the people lying on the ground, just as he turned around, a child bumped into him.

The child, startled, patted Catelloa on the waist and fell to the ground. Although he was very dirty, he was very polite. He stood up and quickly apologized to Catelloa.

After apologizing, the child was about to leave when Catroya grabbed his shoulder and asked, "Little boy, where are you going?"

"Don't you know that stealing money will get your hand chopped off?"

With a kick, Catroya knocked the child to the ground, pulled his wallet out of the child's sleeve, stared at it for a moment, and then kicked the child away with force.

But after taking the wallet back and walking a little further, Catroya spotted his target.

Accompanying him were several East Asians who had traveled by boat from Cuba.

These people were standing in front of a hotel, their luggage at their feet. Judging from their demeanor and the speed at which they spoke, Catroya deduced that they were complaining about how bad the hotel was.

After figuring out where these people were, he began to survey his surroundings.

It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't checked, but once he did, he discovered that many gangsters were staring at the group of East Asians. Their blue eyes were flashing with a green light, a green light that sent chills down Carter's spine.

However, these people have their own money, and if others want to take it, they'll have to think twice.

He raised his hands and rubbed his cheeks, trying to appear as amiable as possible. Finally, this Mexican gangster, who was preparing to establish a foothold in America, walked towards the group of East Asians.

He walked over and asked in slightly awkward English, "Gentlemen, haven't you found a place to stay yet?"

The awkward English made the East Asians turn around. They squinted and looked at them, only to find that these were the people who had smuggled themselves in with them.

Our group spent several hours looking for a hotel.

This person had changed into clean clothes and seemed to have had a good rest.

And the clothes look pretty good.

This guy has connections here!
Having reached this conclusion, the woman closest to Catroya said in strange English, "Sir, we've been looking for a hotel here, but we've found that their facilities are terrible and they're so dirty."

"It seems you've been resting for a while now, sir. Have you found a place to stay?"

“Yes!” Catroya lied without batting an eye, then pointed to the ground beneath his feet:
"Although there are many non-American ethnic groups gathered here, making it the best place to hide one's identity as an illegal immigrant, the problem is that there are too many of them, and the security situation here is too bad."

"So you still chose the wrong place."

"If you want a cleaner hotel, you'll have to go at least north."

"I came here on business, and it's all done. I can take you there now." Hearing this, the East Asians looked interested, but their bodies betrayed them, and they didn't move forward.

Knowing that these people had concerns, Carteroya waved his hand dismissively: "It's alright, I'll show you the way!"

He turned around and pointed to the street he had come from: "See this street? Keep walking straight for two blocks, about 700 meters, and we'll see a very wide avenue."

"Then turn right along the main road, which is due north. You can choose to take a taxi or walk. It will take about 3 kilometers."

"That area is for wealthy people, and the hotels there are better in every way."

After indicating the direction, Catroya smiled at the group, turned around, and walked in another direction.

Seeing him leave so abruptly, the East Asians immediately started fighting amongst themselves.

"Being careful is not wrong, but by doing this, you are essentially driving away someone who knows the way well."

"As the saying goes, at home you rely on your parents, but when you're out in the world you rely on your friends. It's always good to have a couple of friends!"

“He looks more like an American than we do. With his help, things should be much better.”

Amidst the infighting, several East Asians reached a consensus; dragging their luggage, they caught up with Catroya, who was about to leave.
"Sir, I'm sorry you had to see that earlier."

"We're not familiar with this place. Could you please do us a favor and take us there?"

When stopped, Catroya feigned anger, but after listening to their words, he pretended to be very embarrassed.

After a while, as if he had made some difficult decision, he let out a long breath and pointed north:
"Let's go, I'll take you there first, then I'll get back to my work."

He turned his head, placed his right hand on his chest, put his left hand behind his back, and gracefully bowed: "Beautiful lady, please!"

His gentlemanly manners, coupled with his not-so-ugly face, delighted several of the East Asian women. As a result, they didn't notice that Catroya wasn't leading them along the path he had just pointed out, but rather taking a so-called shortcut.

The shortcut involved passing through several narrow alleys, but since someone was leading the way, those behind didn't pay much attention.

As they walked, Catroya suddenly turned around, smiled at the group, and then pulled a dagger from his pocket, deftly twirling it in his right hand.

At the same time, he also bared his fangs:

"Ladies, now hand over your money, jewelry, cell phones, and everything of value, or you will die!"

The alleyway was dimly lit, and the only light that shone in illuminated the dagger, making it appear to gleam with a cold light.

After fiddling with the dagger for a while, and noticing that the people in front of him were not moving, Carteroa walked forward with a smile. Without saying a word, he directly stabbed the East Asian woman in front of him in the arm with the knife.

They had all been stabbed and were bleeding profusely. At this moment, these East Asians finally realized that the guy in front of them had no good intentions. He was helping them, but in fact, he wanted to rob them.

Moreover, he really intended to kill someone.

The woman, stabbed, screamed repeatedly in pain, which dealt a heavy blow to the others. They wanted to run, but their legs wouldn't obey them.

Seeing this, Carter decided to take matters into his own hands and search their bodies for wallets, cell phones, jewelry, and other valuables.

If someone tries to take it back, he raises his hand and stabs them.

A few minutes later, Catroya got what he wanted.

Approximately $5 in banknotes, some gold jewelry, and several bank cards.

Forced the men to write down the code at knifepoint, Carteroa excitedly stuffed his spoils into a bag, humming a Mexican tune as he walked into the alley.

As soon as he stepped into the sunlight, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his head, accompanied by chilling words:
"Friend, isn't it a bit too much to rob us on our turf?"

Carteroa turned his head to look at the gun barrel, only to find that there were about 10 people standing on each side of the alley.

These ten or so men had three pistols and two shotguns, one of which was pointed directly at their own heads.

Can't run away!
A wise man knows when to yield, and Catroya was a wise man. He quickly raised his hands and released the bag from his hands, letting it fall to the ground.

The bag landed on the ground, its opening wide, revealing the banknotes and jewelry inside to the gangsters. Then, Catroya knelt down quite naturally.
"Brothers, I'm sorry, I'm new here and don't know the rules."

"These things are all yours, just spare my life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man who looked like a gang leader stepped forward from the crowd: "Want to live?"

"You survived, so what do I have to show my authority now?"

“Any Tom, Dick, or Harry who just arrived in America dares to rob us on our territory. They have absolutely no respect for us.”

"I'll let you go today, but what about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? The day after that?"

The gang leader bombarded Carter with questions, making Carter's scalp tingle. He wanted to make a final, desperate move, but the gang leader wouldn't give him the chance. He took a step back and waved his right hand:
"Kill him!"

The next second, his henchmen with guns pointed their guns at Catroya, pulled the triggers, and bullets flew everywhere.

In just a few seconds, this Mexican dreamer, who came to the world of freedom in his heart with dreams and wanted to make a name for himself, died in a foreign land.

After the man was killed, several of the gang leader's henchmen stepped forward, picked up the cloth bag that had fallen to the ground, and counted the banknotes, gold jewelry, and cell phones inside.

After taking inventory, they saw the same East Asians in the alley.

Seeing that there were several women among them, and that the men with them were quite good-looking, the gang leader chuckled.
"Catch him!"

"Send them to Miami tomorrow. They're short-handed there, and they should fetch a decent price."

"Besides, they have no identity, so it's not a big deal to kill them."

The henchmen swarmed in, grabbed the people in the alley, and forcibly dragged them out.

As for Catroya, who was killed, nobody cared.

His lonely body lay at the entrance of the alley until nightfall, when patrolling police officers noticed the commotion and discovered the body.

After searching for a while, the police found that the man was an illegal immigrant. They spat on the ground in frustration, picked up their walkie-talkies, and began calling headquarters.

(End of this chapter)