He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 72 Three Men Shatter the Gangster Dream

This shack in the slums of the suburbs teetered on the brink of collapse amidst gunfire.

All the glass was shattered, the walls were riddled with bullet holes, and all the doors and windows were riddled with bullet holes.

Gang members from all over the neighborhood rushed here one after another, taking buses, cars, motorcycles, bicycles, scooters, and children's rocking cars.

These guys, who were fighting in the streets yesterday, are united like never before, simply because they just received the same message.

[A Mexican woman, accompanied by a Black boy dressed in a vampire cape, wiped out our entire leaders' gathering!]

Gunfire continued incessantly outside, and bullets swept across the house.

Shark Baby's hands flashed afterimages as he caught all the bullets around him.

Delulu angrily threw the Desert Eagle in her hand to the ground.

"What should I do, Shark Baby Meow? I think I just destroyed an Earth pharmaceutical company. Will Earthlings' pharmaceutical research and development be affected, meow?"

"Possibly. What about those Niggers outside? Should we retaliate?"

"Not good, meow. After all, we attacked their company first, so it's really unethical to attack them now, meow."

"Then let's figure out how to fill SB's belly first. Do you think Pingte would mind if his dad dragged his intestines to the parent-teacher conference?"

"He shouldn't mind, meow. I have first aid kits here, I should be able to save him, meow."

A green vortex suddenly appeared inside the room, and Li Ji walked out from it.

He was stunned as he looked around at the scenes that would be cut from American TV shows.

The house was riddled with holes, and the floor was littered with black people and bullet casings.

The deafening gunshots, "biabiabia, biabiabia," were deafening.

A bullet grazed his scalp.

Both Dailulu and Sharkbao were covered in blood.

They were stuffing a silver metal ball into the bloody belly of a black man.

Li Ji covered his mouth, suppressing the nausea: "What just happened?"

Delulu frantically stuffed all sorts of things into Stephen's stomach.

"We just came to interview SB, the father of Pingte."

There are just too many flaws! Who the hell called me an idiot?!
"The security guards at the gate were rude and shot at us. Shark accidentally knocked them all out, meow."

"Then I went inside and happened to run into a group of pharmaceutical representatives having a meeting. They were discussing how to divide the sales areas, meow."

"They started shooting at us for some reason, so I decided to use a sleep gun to hypnotize them all, meow."

"Who knew you'd give me a handgun? I thought this gun couldn't kill anyone, but it actually put them all to sleep this time, meow."

Dailu nodded with pursed lips, her eyes darting away, looking as if she had done something wrong.

Will the development of medicine on Earth come to a standstill as a result?

"You're saying this is a pharmaceutical company?"

"Isn't it a cat?"

Looking at the packets of white powder on the table, Li Ji searched the corpus again and immediately understood the source of the misunderstanding.

"This isn't a pharmaceutical company, meow?"

"This is a gang, just a bunch of bastards who make a living through crime."

"The world would be better off without them. They are a bunch of scum who traffic in addictive drugs. They have harmed countless people by making this kind of dirty money. They deserve to die."

What is a gang cat?

For advanced interstellar alliances, the social organization of "gangs" has long been obsolete, so there is no corresponding word in the daily language of modern interstellar people.

They could only find similar words in interstellar classical Chinese from 4000 years ago.

Li Ji gave a brief explanation.

They finally understood.

"I think I saw something similar when I was previewing a family studies course. It seems like Italian family structures are like this, meow. Does that mean we've destroyed a family, meow?"

"You're talking about the Mafia, aren't you?!"

Lee Ki has watched many gangster movies, and Italian gangs often refer to themselves as families.

Professor Biyangde, this idiot, probably wrote a paper casually using AI; he just included it in his textbook after finding the word "home".

How am I supposed to manage the Department of Earth Sciences with a bunch of insects like you?!

Li Ji began to plan how to write a paper pointing out this error, wondering if it would earn him points or make things difficult for him. "Healed, meow!"

Delulu pulled her blood-stained hand out of Stephen's stomach.

"FUCK!"

Stephen sprang to his feet, breathing rapidly, as if cherishing the chance to live again.

He frantically touched his stomach.

"My stomach, where's the bullet hole? Shouldn't I be dead?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"I already said, we're a YouTube family interviewer, meow. You answer the questions, and we'll give you a thousand dollars, you nigger meow."

Dailulu looked at the other person with a grin. The N word she had learned finally came in handy. She hoped that this friendly word could ease the slightly tense atmosphere.

Stephen was about to trigger the keyword when he looked around at the mess. The most famous people in the entire East Side of Los Santos were all dead here.

Meanwhile, the Mexican woman on the other side only had a Desert Eagle, yet she wiped out the core members of seven of their gangs in one fell swoop.

I fucking thought you were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, but you're telling me you're a fucking YouTuber doing a family interview!

Stephen fell into deep self-doubt. He knew that gangs weren't as thriving as they were a decade or two ago, but they weren't so weak that they could be wiped out by a YouTuber.

Li Ji patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, stop thinking about it. You're a key member, right? Can you ask the guns outside to stop for a while? My ears are hurting a bit."

SB, the man feared throughout the East District, obediently stood up, like a trembling puppet, letting them push him away.

He and Li Ji lowered their bodies and went to the door.

He shouted loudly outside.

"Don't shoot! I'm an idiot, I'm still alive!"

The gunfire ceased instantly.

"You have quite a bit of influence."

Stephen felt a bit more confident. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his head, adopting the cool demeanor of a gangster: "Everyone on the street has to give me some face, after all, I'm the infamous SB."

Li Ji laughed out loud.

Are you laughing at me?

Li Ji laughed and rambled incoherently: "No, I was just making fun of you."

Stephen clenched his fists angrily, but instead of throwing a punch, he pushed open the door and ran out quickly.

"Kill them now!"

Gunshots rang out again, like a series of shots during a wedding celebration, a noisy and chaotic cacophony.

Before Li Ji could react, bullets rained down like a tidal wave.

“biabiabia~”

Bullets were embedded deep in his skin, and Li Ji felt a slight warmth at the point of impact.

These bullets could only penetrate the skin and enter his jelly-like body, but the force of the bullets was instantly neutralized by the jelly inside his body.

"So it turns out that bullets really can't kill me."

He strolled out the door and, in full view of everyone, pulled the bullet lodged in his temple.

The gang members outside, who swarmed in like a tide, were all stunned by what they saw.

Amidst the uproar, various firearms opened fire on Li Ji, flashes of light rose and fell, and gunfire continued incessantly.

They watched as the man was riddled with bullets, his entire body embedded with bullets, yet not a single drop of blood flowed.

"What the hell kind of monster is that?"

The more panicked they became, the more gunshots rang out.

Lee Kee remarked, "Fortunately, the local gangs follow the rules; they don't record or broadcast the fire."

"Oh no. My body feels so strange."

Li Ji's expression suddenly changed. The potential energy generated by the bullet squeezing his body was about to reach a critical point, and he felt like he was about to be ejected at any moment.

"Rubber, rubber—balloon!"

"Drip."

"Seriously? They're monitoring us at this hour?!"

(End of this chapter)