Spellcasting Gods

Not wanting to alert anyone at the moment, he did not choose a five-star hotel as his accommodation, but instead went to a poor neighborhood and rented an apartment from a Latina woman in her thirties.

……

Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Zhang Cheng basically stayed at home, carefully familiarizing himself with his new body, afraid of accidentally stepping into a big hole or pushing down a wall.

By the end of the seventh day, although he hadn't fully mastered it, his walking posture was no longer stiff, and he could at least handle daily social interactions without any problems.

Having confirmed this, he finally decided not to stay cooped up in his apartment any longer and took the initiative to open the door to go out for a walk and experience the charm of Chicago, the city of gangsters.

Just as Zhang Cheng stepped over the threshold and before he could close the door, he suddenly saw a familiar figure coming down the stairs.

The other person was none other than the young white girl he had happened to meet a week ago.

The other person had obviously seen him too, and their expression changed drastically. Forcing back their fear, they managed an awkward smile and greeted him, "Hello! I didn't expect you to live here too."

"Yes, we really are destined to meet. I was just about to grab something to eat, would you like to come along? It's on me!" Zhang Cheng extended the invitation with a smile.

"Okay...okay!" The girl clearly didn't dare to refuse and nodded gently.

She later saw the horrific scene. Although she didn't quite understand how several vicious gangsters could have been killed in a counterattack, judging from the gruesome manner of their deaths, the seemingly harmless Eastern man in front of her was definitely a ruthless character.

"Let's go then. I just found a good seafood restaurant online, and it's very close to here."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng gestured for him to enter, then walked out of the apartment and drove a second-hand BMW he had bought. He arrived at his destination shortly afterward.

After ordering several of the restaurant's signature dishes and red wine, he savored the food while asking with a half-smile, "You seem to have a misunderstanding about me, don't you?"

"Misunderstanding? No, I don't think there's any misunderstanding between us. You know what? I've been having nightmares for the past week. Every time I close my eyes, I see bloody scenes, and I have to rely on sleeping pills to get some sleep." The girl swallowed the food in her mouth, a hint of annoyance and helplessness in her eyes.

“Relax, you should understand, those guys deserved to die. They were all trash, criminals, scum of this society. All I did was send them to where they belonged,” Zhang Cheng explained, taking a small sip of red wine.

"No! You're the one who doesn't understand! Do you think those guys are just ordinary thugs? They're members of the Hungry Wolf Gang! As far as I know, Johnny, the leader of the Hungry Wolf Gang, is frantically searching for the killer. You'd better be careful." The girl lowered her voice to express her concern.

"Oh? Johnny from the Hungry Wolf Gang? Sounds pretty intimidating..." Zhang Cheng curled his lips into a sarcastic smile.

As a haven for American criminals, Chicago is home to more than two hundred gangs of all sizes.

That's right!

In a city with a population of only a few million, there are more than two hundred gangs!

They are densely distributed throughout the streets and alleys. Some of them have thousands of members and are large organizations with separate files in the FBI. However, the vast majority are small groups consisting of a few or a dozen "daring and hardworking" young people, and they have also developed a so-called "gang culture".

This includes rappers who use foul language, hip-hop pop music, and massive drug trafficking networks—all of these are part of it.

Young people born here are basically exposed to gangs from birth. They may not see police every day in the area, but they will definitely see gang members every day.

Young people growing up in this environment, let alone developing a correct outlook on life and values, many of them start killing people with guns as early as fourteen or fifteen years old, making money through the most primitive and violent means, and those with ideals will even strive to become the underworld bosses.

However, the fighting ability of black gangs...

People can just laugh it off; they're basically no different from primates like gorillas and chimpanzees.

If it weren't for the US government's recent widespread promotion of the universal values ​​of "freedom" and "democracy" around the world, which has even misled its own "white leftists," a simple deployment of the National Guard would have been enough to easily suppress them, or even eradicate them completely.

"Damn it! Don't laugh! You might not be afraid, but I am. If they find out I was there too, the consequences will be unimaginable. I'll die, and I'll die a horrible death," the girl muttered under her breath.

"Tell me where the Hungry Wolf Gang's hideout is. I guarantee they'll all disappear by midnight tonight."

"You...you wouldn't be thinking of..."

"Shh—be quiet, give me an address, and I'll take care of all the trouble. That way, we'll be even."

Chapter 0939 The Demise of the Hungry Wolf Gang

Johnny, a very common name in the United States, so common that if you called him out on the street, you might get three or four people to turn around at the same time.

But Johnny the Wolf got his name on the dangerous lists of various departments, including the Chicago Police Department, the Drug Enforcement Administration, and the FBI.

As a typical Chicago black man, he lost his father at a very young age, or rather, he had no idea who his father was. His mother raised her three siblings by working as a prostitute.

The reason is quite simple: in the 1960s and 70s, the Chicago government introduced a series of welfare policies for single-person households. As a result, Black men were completely indifferent to the idea of ​​getting women pregnant and then abandoning them. They had no psychological burden and would not be looked down upon by their relatives and friends.

Similarly, women who become single mothers not only have access to affordable apartments, but also various food stamps and subsidies, making them even better off than when they were single, and they are happy to have children.

Over time, in predominantly Black areas of Chicago, more than 80 percent of the children grew up in single-parent families, and their mental health is questionable.

At the age of fourteen, Johnny shot and killed a police officer for a mob boss, which earned him recognition and made him a member of more than two hundred gangs in the city.

With his ruthless and tough style, he acquired his own territory in just over a decade and ran a large number of illegal businesses in an orderly manner.

In particular, the business of helping other gangs dispose of corpses can bring in two to three hundred thousand dollars in net profit every month, which is simply irresistible.

Today, however, Johnny was extremely agitated because several experienced workers responsible for disposing of the bodies had inexplicably died on their own turf. The newcomers were unable to handle the bodies as quickly as the veterans, resulting in several corpses piling up in the house, emitting a pungent stench of decay.

Without a doubt, this was a provocation against him and the entire Hungry Wolf Gang. There might be some conspiracy behind it, and he had to be killed as an example to warn others.

"Roman! Still no news?" Johnny looked up and asked his subordinate, who was sitting across from him on the sofa cleaning his gun.

“Sorry, boss, there’s absolutely no information. As you know, to prevent the cops from discovering any clues they shouldn’t, we destroyed all the surveillance cameras around here a long time ago.” The black man called Roman stuffed a magazine into his gun and explained with a sense of helplessness.

"Shit! I hate this situation! Tell the brothers to be careful lately, I have a feeling something big might happen," Johnny said through gritted teeth.

no way!

Keep in mind that this is Chicago, a city teeming with criminals. At its most chaotic, it averaged more than 20 shootings a day, with nearly 100 people shot, making it comparable to the war-torn Middle East.

Small gangs like the Hungry Wolf Gang, which are in the lower to middle ranks, could vanish overnight, leaving behind only cold corpses.

Johnny didn't want to be killed for no reason. He craved power, strength, and wealth, and longed to build a powerful force like GD's that would unify all the gangs in Chicago.

Just as Roman was about to say something, gunfire suddenly erupted outside the house, not only from pistols, but also from submachine guns and automatic rifles.

boom! boom! boom!

chug chug!

Da da da da!

……

"Fuck! Go check what's going on outside! Have these idiots gone mad?" Johnny jumped up and roared.

However, before the henchmen could rush out with their weapons to investigate, the gunfire inexplicably stopped, and there was a smell of gunpowder and blood in the air.

quiet!

Unusually quiet!

It's as if everything that just happened was an illusion!

This bizarre situation left these Black people, whose brains were not very developed to begin with, completely stunned. They had no idea what to do next, whether to push open the door and go outside to find out what was going on, or to stay obediently in the house.

Unfortunately, their slow reaction time doesn't mean that others are slow to react.

next second...

boom!

The gate, reinforced with steel plates, was kicked away by a tremendous force, sending the four gunmen at the door crashing into the wall behind them and instantly turning them into mincemeat.

The violence and gore in the scene made even these gangsters, who were used to death, tremble involuntarily. Without saying a word, they opened fire on the doorway.

Despite their seemingly fierce firepower, their accuracy is about the same as most "black uncles" on average; it's basically a matter of luck whether they hit or not.

When all the bullets were used up and their weapons started making clicking sounds, they finally realized they were out of ammunition. They frantically rummaged through cabinets for bullets and tried desperately to stuff them into their magazines.

Interestingly, whether due to nervousness or fear, these guys were far less skilled at loading bullets than usual, with several of them trembling violently in their hands.

"Ah, what a warm welcome party, isn't it?" A young Asian man walked in from outside, greeting Johnny with a smile.

Without even asking, it was obvious that he was none other than Zhang Cheng, who had personally come to eliminate the threat completely.

"Who are you?!" Johnny instinctively raised his pistol and pointed it at the other man's head.

Although the other party didn't have a single decent weapon on him, for some reason he had a feeling that he might die tonight, and that he would die a very horrible death.

“I’m the one you’ve been looking for. You know that? You shouldn’t have kept going after those bastards died. I hate trouble, but you kept going after me, so I had no choice but to send you to your death. Goodbye, and I hope we meet again in hell.”

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

moment!

The heads of everyone in the room exploded simultaneously, splattering blood and brain matter everywhere.

Looking at the pudding-like things on the walls, floor, and ceiling, he couldn't help but frown and complain, "Sigh, I still can't control my energy as precisely as before, and the power of my spells is inconsistent. I need to find a way to do this as soon as possible, at least to ensure that I can reliably exert one-thirtieth of my power in my shrunken form."

Despite his complaints, he didn't forget his purpose. After briefly surveying the house and confirming there were no survivors, he casually stole the bundles of cash and several thick, shiny gold chains from the safe, tossed them into a travel bag, and disappeared into the darkness...

Chapter 0940 New Toys

For the average person living in Chicago, day and night are two completely different worlds.

During the day, it is one of the most important cities in the United States and a world-renowned financial center. Even major drug lords in Mexico and South America send some of their drug trafficking profits here to "launder" their money.

But once night falls, this place becomes a battlefield comparable to Afghanistan and Iraq, with hundreds of gangs of all sizes constantly fighting each other, and dozens of people dying every day.

Therefore, the residents of this city have long understood a truth: never go out at night unless you have to, otherwise you are playing with your life.

However, there are always exceptions!

Inside the driver's seat of a used BMW on a street corner, a young girl nervously watched the surroundings, especially the alley where a fierce gunshot had recently rang out. The slightest rustling sound would frighten her into crawling under the seat.

As for calling 911 for police assistance, don't even think about it; even if you call, a police car might not arrive within half an hour.

Given the inherent link between US real estate prices and police response times, in places like this, filled with poor people, illegal immigrants, and gang members, sometimes even if you call the police, they might not come. And even if they do come, it's just a routine matter, and they won't fight the ruthless and cunning gangsters.

Especially at night, when even the police themselves are in danger, they have no energy to attend to emergency calls.

In their eyes, anyone who dares to go out at night deserves to die, and they can simply collect the body the next morning.

"I'm going crazy! How could I come to this place with a man I've only met twice..." the girl muttered to herself, trying to suppress her fear and unease.

Just as she took out her phone, intending to try calling the other party, the car door was suddenly pulled open, and a heavy travel bag was thrown onto the seat.

boom!

The bag was so heavy that it didn't bounce at all.

"Damn! You scared me! So, is everything settled?" The girl jumped up reflexively, startled, and hurriedly asked.