America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

"The guy I was following seems to be quite close to the Latino gangs in the area, besides enjoying having fun... After all, some special drug needs can only be met by these street thugs."

Chen Ming's forehead veins throbbed as he listened.

"So now we've not only messed with a movie star, but we're also stuck in a junkyard by drug gangs?"

"To be precise, it's a gang branch in West Hollywood..." Michelle coughed, trying to salvage some dignity as a top journalist.

"How could I know he brought his gang members to the back door tonight when he was discussing business?"

"That doesn't matter anymore."

Chen Ming took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to throw the troublemaker in front of him out as a bullet shield.

He was usually not afraid of these street thugs, but today, in order to perfectly portray a helpless student, he didn't bring any weapons.

Fighting hand-to-hand with a dozen armed gangsters in a junkyard using only fists, while also protecting a burden... that's a little bit difficult.

"Now it's your turn to shine."

Chen Ming stared at Michelle.

"Didn't you swear at the coffee shop yesterday that your family was very powerful?" He pointed to the beam of a flashlight swaying outside.

"Call your uncle, a senior member of the Senate, right now and have him call the top brass of the Los Angeles Police Department and have them send a few SWAT armored vehicles to clear the area..."

Upon hearing this, Michelle's eyes suddenly darted around.

"This...this is an emergency, Chen." Michelle's voice clearly lacked the confidence she had before.

"To deal with these street thugs, just calling 911 is enough. Using family resources... requires going through some procedures, and there's simply no time for that now."

Too late?

It's not like it can't be called at all, is it?

Chen Ming keenly noticed the guilty look in Michelle's eyes.

There are only two possibilities.

Either Michelle lied in the coffee shop, and her so-called powerful connections were just a facade to glorify herself, or she was a distant relative with whom she had no real relationship... There are quite a few of these kinds of braggarts who dare to claim they have connections in the White House just because they got the president's autograph.

Either she is indeed the daughter of a wealthy family, but due to certain reasons—such as unconventional career choices or serious family conflicts—she is currently unable to use, or even dares not use, any of the family's resources.

But in either case, this is extremely crucial information for Chen Ming and Sean.

"They're here!"

Before Chen Ming could investigate further, a beam of light suddenly struck his head.

A Latino thug with dyed blond hair climbed onto the roof of an abandoned bus at some point, shining his flashlight straight behind the van where Chen Ming and Michelle were hiding.

Damn it.

Chen Ming cursed under his breath.

Seeing that he had nowhere to hide, he simply dropped his disguise and pressed the miniature earpiece in his right ear in front of Michelle.

"Sophia, call 911 for me. Tell the LAPD there's a gang fight in this junkyard, and someone's using an automatic rifle..."

When calling the police, falsely claiming to have an automatic weapon is a clever trick to get SWAT teams to the scene as quickly as possible—you can simply explain afterwards that you were mistaken.

"Who are you talking to?"

Michelle was dumbfounded, completely unable to understand why Chen Ming, who appeared as a "helpless student," could not only calmly deal with the pursuit and leap over a high wall, but was also currently using some kind of covert device to make a phone call...

Do universities still allow secret agents to work part-time while studying?

Chen Ming ignored Michelle's question and instead faced the deformed, abandoned bread van, gripping the gap in the door with both hands.

"Gah—"

With a metallic twisting sound, he pulled the car door open with his bare hands as if opening a soda can.

"Go inside, and stay inside without moving around."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Clean up some trash."

Chen Ming pushed her into the car and closed the door behind him.

Turning around, four Latino thugs carrying baseball bats and rusty steel pipes were already approaching. The blond guy on the roof slid down the edge of the car window, holding a butterfly knife.

"You still have time to escape."

Chen Ming ripped off the cumbersome jacket and threw it on the hood, unbuttoned his shirt cuffs to reveal his well-defined muscles, and raised his arms in a Muay Thai stance.

This immediately enraged their opponents.

The thug at the front cursed and swung his baseball bat, creating a gust of wind as it struck him in the waist.

Instead of retreating, Chen Ming advanced, sliding forward to his opponent's front. His right hand shot out like an iron clamp to clamp around the opponent's neck, and then he suddenly exerted force, slamming the opponent directly into his companion behind him.

"Bang!"

The thug who was thrown into the air crashed heavily into his companion, and the two rolled around in a heap.

Without pausing, Chen Ming used the momentum of his forward thrust to twist his waist and turn around, delivering another powerful Thai low sweep to the right thug's thigh.

"ah--"

The thug screamed and knelt on one knee. Chen Ming took the opportunity to lunge forward, folded his right arm, and delivered a heavy elbow strike to the thug's face.

In just three seconds, two of the four people had already fallen.

Through long-term learning and sparring in the fighting gym, Chen Ming has trained his Muay Thai to LV3. Combined with top-notch speed and power, he is a monster in close combat.

The remaining blond-haired guy and another thug also realized something was wrong.

The former gritted his teeth, and finally gripped the butterfly knife tightly, yelling as he stabbed it into Chen Ming's abdomen.

Chen Ming dodged the blade to the side, grabbed the yellow-haired thug's wrist with his left hand and twisted it outward. Taking advantage of the thug's pain and loosening of his grip, he clenched his right fist and delivered a powerful upward dragon punch to the thug's jaw.

The blond-haired man was thrown backward and crashed into the metal sheet of the abandoned bus.

"..."

The last thug paused for two seconds upon seeing this, then threw down his baseball bat and ran away at a speed comparable to that of a pregnant Black man.

Chen Ming did not chase after him.

He shook the blood off his wrist and took a deep breath.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out abruptly, the bullet grazing Chen Ming's right shoulder and striking the wrecked car, sending sparks flying.

Realizing what was happening, Chen Ming immediately rolled over and hid behind a rusty pickup truck.

"Kill him!"

Accompanied by angry shouts, three more people quickly emerged from behind the container in front.

Using the last light of his flashlight, Chen Ming could see clearly that the two men in the lead were holding pistols and were taking turns firing blindly at the spot where he had just been standing.

Bullets struck the wrecked car repeatedly with muffled thuds. Inside the car, Michelle covered her ears in fright and huddled under her seat.

Chen Ming had a headache.

No matter how strong his physique or how skilled he is in Muay Thai, he cannot withstand bullets with his bare body. In an open field, facing firefights between two or more guns, even a heavyweight boxing champion or the world's strongest fighter would be helpless.

If there is a high wall between unarmed and armed, then there is a Maginot Line between unarmed and armed...

"Sophia, how much longer will the police take?" Chen Ming asked, pressing his earpiece.

"Five minutes, please."