America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

Three Black people.

The leader was half a head taller than Chen Ming, with a head full of greasy braids that looked like dried black mop handles hanging down his back, and his jersey was so big that two people could fit inside it.

"That vampire Yuri gave you quite a bit, didn't he?"

The man with the dreadlocks revealed a row of teeth studded with fake diamonds.

"Give me the money, or we'll take it."

Chen Ming looked at the other person expressionlessly.

He was thinking.

Less than five meters away, there were three people on the other side. The other two were standing on either side with their hands in their pockets. Judging from the size and shape of their pockets, they were not carrying guns...

Seeing that Chen Ming remained silent, the man with the dreadlocks seemed to lose patience.

He took a step closer and deliberately stretched the corner of his eye with his finger.

"Don't you understand English, Qingchong?"

"Hand over the money, or I'll make you regret it."

Chen Ming's eyebrows furrowed instantly.

It wasn't just the highly insulting term, but also the intelligence of these people that made him feel physically uncomfortable.

He really has a hard time understanding.

A man who has just come out of a pawnshop that also sells weapons—he may have sold a gun, or he may have just bought one—is not an ideal target for robbery in the eyes of any rational person.

unless……

Chen Ming turned his head and glanced at the "Lucky Yuri" store entrance.

Just above the door frame, a surveillance camera with a flashing red dot stared intently at the doorway.

That's not surprising.

No wonder these guys dared to block people in front of the gun shop... It's obvious that the greedy Russians inside wanted to "eat one fish and get two birds with one stone".

They received the goods one minute and immediately started looking for someone to collect payment the next... They really knew how to play the game.

Thinking of this, Chen Ming's doubts dissipated. He silently clenched his right fist and walked over.

"That's right, just pay up obediently, and we won't..."

"Bang!"

Just as the man with the filthy braid was about to open his mouth and spew feces again, Chen Ming's right fist struck him on the chin first.

An explosive power 20% greater than that of an average person is devastating at this distance.

The man with the dreadlocks instantly fell backward, his bloodied teeth clattering and scattering across the ground.

But Chen Ming did not stop.

With his left hand, he grabbed the other person's thick, frizzy braid and yanked it sharply, while his right knee shot up like a heavy hammer and slammed into the other person's face.

"Click."

A crisp sound, this time from the bridge of the nose.

After finishing his combo, Chen Ming released his grip, leaving the dreadlocked man slumped on the ground, convulsing with blood streaming down his face, clearly having already passed out.

Although he had never studied professional combat sports, his medical knowledge allowed him to target the most vulnerable parts of the human body with every move.

The two companions standing nearby, hands in their pockets watching the show, were completely dumbfounded.

Their brains clearly couldn't process this image—how did a timid, submissive Asian sheep suddenly turn into a man-eating Tyrannosaurus Rex?

"Fuck!!"

One of the black men, wearing a hoodie, was the first to react and let out a strange scream.

"Damn it, he beat up the boss!"

"Kill him!"

The two men, cursing incomprehensible slang, pulled out folding knives from their pockets and pounced on Chen Ming like mad dogs.

However, after taking only two steps, they abruptly stopped in their tracks and gave a standard French military salute.

Chen Ming calmly pulled out his unassuming Glock from his pocket and pointed the muzzle steadily at the forehead of the person in front.

Seeing the dark muzzle of the gun, the two black men who had just looked menacing instantly lost their backbone. The folding knives in their hands were thrown to the ground like hot potatoes. They raised their hands high and even stood on tiptoe, afraid that Chen Ming's finger on the trigger would twitch.

"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, bro... no, sir!"

"We just wanted to borrow a light, that's all!"

"Do I need to bring a knife to borrow a light?"

Chen Ming sneered and lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly.

"I'm very angry right now... Your friend just spoke to me very rudely."

"Can you sing?"

The two Black men were taken aback at first, then nodded frantically like chickens pecking at rice.

"Yes, of course!"

"The gentleman I used to sing in the church choir!"

"very good."

Chen Ming held the gun in one hand and took out his phone with the other.

"Given your warm greetings, I feel it is necessary to have an in-depth cultural exchange."

"Sing along to this song. If you sing well, you can leave. If you don't, I'll have your knees pierced by bullets..."

As Chen Ming slid his thumb, a cheerful melody burst forth.

"You are the innermost innermost, the innermost innermost... sunshine, rainbow, little white horse, didi didi didi..."

The two Black men nearly popped their eyes out of their sockets. Although they couldn't understand Chinese, the mesmerizing pronunciation sounded like a hellish provocation to them.

Nigga?

"What are you standing there for?"

Chen Ming suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun, his face turning cold.

"Keep up with the rhythm, speak louder, and express yourself!"

"Sing!"

Under the physical pressure of the 9mm bullet, the two were forced to begin singing together, their voices trembling with tears.

"Um...um! Um!"

His voice trembled and he was severely off-key.

However, his pronunciation is exceptionally standard.

Chen Ming leaned against the door, tapping his feet to the beat, like a vocal coach.

"Didn't you eat? You called me Qingchong very loudly just now, speak louder!"

"That—that—that!!!"

……

Inside the pawnshop, separated by only one wall.

"Sukabril..."

Yuri stared at the black-and-white monitor screen, his vodka glass frozen in mid-air.

The screen had low resolution and the image flickered, but that didn't prevent him from seeing everything that had just happened.

From the moment the three idiots surrounded him to the moment the Asian kid suddenly attacked, injured people, and pulled out a gun to take control of the situation, the whole process took less than half a minute.

The hook punch followed by a knee strike was ruthless and precise, comparable to that of an MMA fighter.

The fact that he then forced the two black men to shout the word "N" made his head itch even more.

"I misjudged..."

Yuri scratched the scar on his bald head in frustration.

He had seen plenty of ruthless characters who committed murder and robbery in the United States.

But a psychopath who beats someone half to death and then mentally tortures them is definitely a dangerous individual...

Next time, I'll have to give him 40% of the acquaintance price.

……

The song ended.

"Very talented."

Chen Ming put away his phone and waved his hand as if shooing away flies.

"Now take this pile of garbage and go back to the cotton field to eat watermelon! If you ever spit your mouths out again, I'll have this song engraved on your tombstones."

The two men, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, dragged the unconscious man with the filthy braid away in a flurry.

After confirming that the three troubles had completely disappeared, Chen Ming leisurely turned off the safety, put the gun back in his pocket, and picked up the abandoned folding knife from the ground.

Even though it's not worth much, every little bit counts.

He then turned around and looked again at the flashing camera above the door frame.

Chen Ming didn't say anything, but simply raised his middle finger at the camera and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Yuri's eye twitched violently in front of the screen.

This is not just a demonstration, but a warning.