"Who is this three-cup guest, it sounds like a man with a story. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info", Zhang Jinyang looked at this strange man who was here every day.

"His wife is black, and it's probably not going to be easy these days. Oh, hell, this neighborhood is made up of gringos, and by old Forman's standards, seventy percent of the people would have to get out of Manhattan -- and that's not counting the dead. Gini patted the bar indignantly, he is the closest speakeasy to Columbia University, and he accounts for thirty percent of all the students' contacts about the underground world, if Old Foran really messes up, don't keep your life if you delay your business for a day, and the old men above who see the money will not care what difficulties you encounter.

"Are there so many black people? I don't usually see it. Zhang Jinyang was really taken aback, is there so many people hiding in this place, his radar is still only one hundred and twenty meters away, and he can't see anything abnormal in this block.

"Negroes, no, no, no, K.K.K isn't just looking at black people, but the neon man who loves to bow, the white elephant man with a turban, the cactus man with a big brimmed straw hat, the hairy bear man who gulps down wine, and even the Anglo-Saxon, what the hell, like you said, as long as you don't wear that white robe that you can't see your face, you're all enemies - you're a good nickname, white transvestite, that's a very accurate word -- and some people say enemies these days?" , Kini Barabali is a lot, but fortunately, although this bar is a speakeasy, but because of its proximity to Columbia University, there are not many real villains.

"Even Mr. Kinkai calls his troubles 'rivals', and this old antique doesn't know how to live so big. ”

"Don't worry, Gini, this place is very sensitive/sensitive, there are a lot of big people there. Zhang Jinyang pouted towards Columbia University, "They won't come to the door by trouble, and the danger will be stifled and invisible, that is their style." ”

"Don't mention these guys, how about I want you to help?", Zhang Jinyang raised his head and drank the last drop of wine, and put the bottle on the table.

"The things are in the back, Bont is watching them, and when he gets to the back, you're busy with 'business' and he says you're a dangerous person. So, for the sake of dear Yan's face, don't get into trouble. I know rebellious lads want to do something from their elders, but, man, this is New Yorktown, and your uncle is not easy, and again, don't get in trouble. Gini stared at Zhang Jinyang's eyes very seriously, if it weren't for his handsome melon seed face, he might have looked quite oppressive.

"No kidding, Gini. I don't have any trouble but this face. Zhang Jinyang couldn't sit still immediately when he heard something in the back, took out a bundle of Franklin from his pocket, and hurriedly walked to the back door.

There is a small cubicle at the back door of the Maris Park Bar, next to the back door, and this cubicle is where some of the regular customers "do business". It's evening, but it's not dark yet, so it's still quiet outside the door.

When it is completely dark, and the alley outside the door is out of sight, there will be a silent line outside the door of this small cubicle, which is not long or short, all of them are coming to Bonte, handing over the money and delivering the goods with the other, all kinds of powders, pills, and occasionally some small toys that will "bang bang" and kill people, just like what Zhang Jinyang is checking in his hand now.

"Tsk, pretty little fellow, Beretta, um? much better than my uncle's usual Browning. Zhang Jinyang excitedly took the gun and aimed around.

"Beretta, this is Beretta. Bo-Ley-Tower, this is a new guy, the police department was equipped with a new gun last year, but many people are still used to the original Browning, people are always nostalgic, and besides, 1911 is a good partner, and the M9 is still too small. Bont disagreed, what's the use of looking good, guns, they still need a larger caliber.

"It's more reloaded, isn't it, nine millimeters is enough to pierce the skull. Of course, the Browning M1911 is a good gun, but it doesn't help Zhang Jinyang, and he only buys a gun for bullets - his "alchemy of ideas" can make a firearm of any model at any time in this city where steel is everywhere, but bullets can't, and he still can't break through the molecular bonds, so the chemical reaction is completely out of his mind.

With a gun, he has an excuse to keep buying bullets, and in fact the pistol is not much of a threat to him, but sometimes it is like this, and a gun can be in a lot less trouble as soon as it is revealed - and it may cause more trouble.

"Skull Andrei, he doesn't need a gun, he can crush you with one hand. He's the 30th straight win in the ring, and he's the Woolly Bear's number one strongman on the street. I said, Zhang, should you give an English name? Yan Huang's name is too awkward to pronounce, how about not having a nickname?", Bont took out two boxes of bullets from the drawer, as well as two magazines, "The magazines are gifts, and we will have a small gift for each new customer, this is a greeting from Mr. Jin Ji." ”

"I'm learning fitness with Andre and I'm still too thin. Also, I have an English name, Bulut, but I'm not used to it yet, and I always forget it. Zhang Jinyang heard a thunderous name again, Jin He, this is a big boss, the underground emperor of New York City, whether it is destroying a drug processing plant, stopping a smuggling case, or catching some gangsters, any action to stop crime may offend Jin He's hegemony, almost 40% of the source of criminal activities in the United States is Jin He.

Recently, the punisher has just debuted, and I don't know if the two of them are right, it seems that this big man with a skull on his chest or front has been busy with the Cesare family or the Blatter family recently, and he will ask Yan Zhengxin when he goes back.

"Hahaha, savage, Bulut, the name suits you well. Be safe, and although this is a new gun with no records, you'd better not get in trouble. Bont laughed and his fat trembled/trembled as ripples, this guy is simply a mountain of meat.

"Let's lose weight, Bonter. Since when have you lowered your head and can't see your little brother, huh? I haven't seen it for a long time, right?", Zhang Jinyang grabbed two boxes of bullets and put them into his jacket pocket, grabbed two more bullets, and unceremoniously ridiculed the fat man in front of him, "You are at least three hundred pounds now, right?", when it comes to playing language, it seems that people from no country can compare with the Yanhuang people.

"Two hundred and fifty pounds, damn Bulut, I'm going to raise your money next time you come!", looking at Zhang Jinyang who threw the door away, the fat Bonte shouted angrily.

"Yes, two-hundred-five, Bont you're a big two-hundred-five. Zhang Jinyang whispered that Yan Huang knew how to joke, and hurriedly walked towards his residence.

It has been more than two months since Zhang Jinyang arrived in New York, and he didn't do anything in the past two months, so he took over with Andre, and then he has been practicing English under the joint efforts of Andre and Yan Zhengxin. The method is different between the two people, Yan Zhengxin wants him to read the newspaper to him every day, and Andre takes him to the Maris Park bar every day to drink and chat, and this is how he and the bartender Gini met.

Andre seems to be a little famous around here, everyone knows him and has a lot of friends, and the bartender Gini's broker business was also introduced to Zhang Jinyang by Andre, although Zhang Jinyang's uncle Yan Zhengxin is more prestigious, but it seems to be concentrated in the middle level, and the gangsters at the bottom have only heard his story, but they have no deterrent.

So after Zhang Jinyang appeared with a new yellow-skinned face, there were some unqualified ruffians who wanted to give him some color and get some money to spend by the way-as we all know, Yanhuang people are very hardworking and very good at saving money.

Then Zhang Jinyang had his first income, and he broke the arms of all the people who came to trouble, and broke their elbow joints, which surprised everyone at his cruelty—it seemed that in New Yorktown, it was better to disable a person than to kill him, and North American customs did not appreciate what forgiveness was.

He is in a hurry to go back now, not to hide the gun in his arms, but because his cousin Jiang Shuyan, who has disappeared since he came, is coming back today.