"Shepherd, we're also on our way to New York, if you want to know where Ainul is, contact me."

After silently reading the message sent by Dewey, the shepherd slid his finger lightly and pressed it on the "Delete" menu that appeared.

"Brothers, this is my battle alone, so I won't bother you."

The shepherd is well aware of the consequences of this unauthorized action, and even if he succeeds in rescuing Ainur, he will be severely punished by the hidden dragon, and may even be expelled from the team.

But he doesn't regret it, he can't even protect his beloved woman, and he still talks about protecting the overseas interests of the motherland.

What he was thinking about now was not what punishment he would receive when he returned to the team, but how he would rescue Ainul.

The easiest way to do this was to get in touch with Dewey, but the shepherd didn't want to rely on his comrades.

It's not that he has a heroism complex, but that he is worried about affecting Dewey and them.

First, he could not confirm whether Dewey and the others were instructed by the higher authorities or acted on their own.

The former is better, at least they will not be punished, while if the latter is the latter, no matter what the outcome, they will be punished as severely, if not worse, as they are.

Second, the shepherd was well aware of the dangers of the trip.

Although I don't know what mission Ainur is performing, I judge from experience that it should have nothing to do with Dongtu.

If it's just Dongtu, the key is that they are in the United States, just like Huaxia is the forbidden area of Blackwater, which is also the forbidden area of the Hidden Dragon, not to mention that the Fourth Team of the Hidden Dragon is also at the top of the list of hatred of the Black Water.

This is the shepherd's own battle, and his brothers cannot be allowed to risk him.

"If they don't get a reply from me, they probably won't go to New York......"

The shepherd turned off her phone again, leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, thinking about how to find Ainul and rescue her when she arrived in New York.

"Hopefully I'm not late."

The plane took off, and the heart of the shepherd also extended with the course of the plane, until New York, thousands of miles away.

A few hours later, the shepherd was standing outside the terminal at New York International Airport, opened the taxi door parked in front of him, and said, "Go to Brooklyn." ”

Compared with Dewey, the shepherd knew more about the U.S. branch of Dongtu, and naturally Ainul told him.

The location of Dongtu is not classified, and Ainul is not a violation of the rules of secrecy, but the detailed address of the shepherd is not clear, and the approximate location of Brooklyn can only be reported.

"Brooklyn? Which Brooklyn would you like to visit? The taxi driver asked.

The shepherd paused and asked, "How many Brooklyns are there?" ”

"Two, one south and one north, you are from Huaxia, right?" The taxi driver asked.

"No, I'm Japanese." The shepherd now uses a Japanese passport.

"It's the same with the Japanese, they're all rich," the taxi driver whistled, "You're going to North Brooklyn, what's the address?" ”

"I'll talk about the exact address later, I'm curious why you're so sure I'm going to North Brooklyn?" The shepherd asked.

"Because rich people don't live in South Brooklyn, and security is so bad there." The taxi driver said.

Hearing this, the shepherd's heart moved, and he smiled: "Then you are really wrong, first, I am not rich, and second, I am going to South Brooklyn." ”

"Oh god, what the hell," the taxi driver muttered, "where's the location?" ”

"Whatever, you can just drag me to South Brooklyn." The shepherd said.

"Then I'll send you to the edge of South Brooklyn, I really don't want to go to this time and that place." The taxi driver said.

Nine o'clock in the evening is the most chaotic time for public order, and taxi drivers don't want their cars to be smashed.

The shepherd nodded understandingly, "Yes." ”

The taxi driver dropped the shepherd to the edge of South Brooklyn and fled, saying "Good luck." ”

The shepherd takes a closer look at New York's famous slums, which are as dark as hell in the depths compared to the bright lights elsewhere.

The streets were empty and there was not a single figure in sight, not even the beggars, but if you listened closely, you could hear the sound of smashing and the faint sound of scolding and crying coming from nowhere.

"Sin Capital?"

The shepherd chuckled and walked into South Brooklyn with his legs raised.

He walked aimlessly, straight through two streets, and finally saw the first group.

It was a group of young black men who looked to be about twenty years old, naked and sitting around a low wall by the side of the road, with beer bottles at their feet.

"Hey, that guy!" Someone shouted at the shepherd.

The shepherd stopped: "Did you call me?" ”

"Haha, he's actually asking me if I'm calling him?"

The man laughed and jumped off the low wall, "That's right, it's you, Huaxia, stand there for me, don't run, or I'll be angry." ”

The others jumped down and laughed and walked towards the shepherd.

The shepherd did not run, but walked towards them: "Is there anything wrong?" ”

"Of course there is," said the young black man, who surrounded the shepherd, "and we want to find it!" You borrow something. ”

"Really? That's such a coincidence, I want to borrow something from you too. The shepherd laughed.

The young blacks looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Fake, what is he talking about?"

"Who knows what he's talking about, don't talk nonsense with him."

"yes, don't talk nonsense with him. Hurry up and take out all the money you have! ”

"And the phone, the watch, all the valuable things to take out......"

As he spoke, the young black reached out and touched the shepherd.

Bang!

Before their hands touched the shepherd, the black man facing him suddenly flew upside down, fell heavily to the ground, and could not get up for a long time.

The others were all confused, not knowing how their companions had flown out, but soon the shepherd told them why.

When the enemy reacted and rushed forward, it was not the style of the hidden dragon, and the shepherd did not spare his hand as soon as he made a move, and knocked all these black men to the ground with punches and kicks.

"Fake, my leg is broken!"

"Mom, I can't breathe!"

"Cake seller, I feel like I'm going to die......"

The shouts rang out, and the shepherd looked at the squeaky thugs and shook his head, it was too unchallenging.

At this moment, a sudden roar came: "Fake, I'm going to kill you!" ”

The shepherd turned his head to look, and saw that the first fellow he had knocked down had pulled out a pistol out of nowhere, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at him.

"Kneel down for me when you step on a horse!" The guy roared and held his gun forward.

There was a sneer of disdain at the corner of the shepherd's mouth, and the tip of his toe suddenly lifted from the ground, and a stone flew out with his movements, hitting the fellow's wrist.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out.

However, before the gun rang out, the pistol had already flown out of the man's hand, and the bullet did not know where it had been fired.

The man was dumbfounded, and watched as the pistol spun in the air a few times, and finally fell less than three meters in front of him, not knowing how to pick up the gun.

Not only him, but the others also had frightened expressions on their faces, moving their wounded bodies to dodge away from the shepherds, and some of them were thinking about it.

“CHINESE KONGFU！”

"NONONO," the shepherd shook his index finger, "I'm Japanese." ”

“NINJA！”

The shepherd did not correct them, but went over and picked the gun from the ground on his toes, snapped his hand to catch it, and spun it around his index finger a few times, causing the exclamation of the black thugs again.

"The gun is good, it's mine, do you have any opinions?"

The shepherd casually inserted the gun into his waist, apparently not ready to take the advice of his original owner.

The original owner hurriedly shook his head very knowingly, and didn't even dare to let out a fart.

"Now, let's settle the score, how do you want to make up for my offense?"

The black thugs looked at each other, and none of them knew what to answer him.

The shepherd lowered his face in displeasure and pulled his pistol out again, causing the thugs to beg for mercy.

"Do you only have this one gun, and are there any more?" The shepherd asked.

Only then did the black gangsters understand what the shepherd meant, and they immediately shook their heads in unison.

"Really?" The shepherd pointed his gun at the gangster, the original owner of the pistol.

"Sir, it's really gone, I still had a lot of effort to get this gun." The gangster leader hurriedly replied.

"Then tell me where I can get guns, preferably automatic weapons." The shepherd asked.

"This," the gangster boss looked embarrassed, "there's one in the gun shop." ”

"What do you say?" The shepherd asked rhetorically.

Isn't this nonsense, do you have to ask you when you go to a gun shop?

The United States can own guns, but that doesn't mean there are no gun controls.

If you want to go to a gun shop to buy a gun, you must first have a gun license, and you must also register your identity for the record, no matter which condition the shepherd does not have.

The reason why he chose to go to South Brooklyn first was because he wanted to get some weapons and equipment, and he couldn't fight with the Dongtu elements with his bare hands.

"I can pay for it, but I don't want to be found on me by the police, do you know what I mean?" The shepherd added.

The black thugs immediately understood what he meant, black market!

"If that's the case, I know where to buy guns." The thug said.

"Where?"

"Old Mike, he's a black market gunman, but he doesn't have automatic weapons there."

There were no automatic weapons, and the shepherd raised his eyebrows, somewhat disappointed.

"Sir, automatic weapons are too difficult to handle, and the police are very strict. Old Mike has a lot of nice guys there, in no way worse than automatic weapons. At least I know he has a Winchester M1887 there. ”

Winchester M1887, the weapon used by Riano the Terminator, is densely dispersed with bullets, and no one dares to approach it in close combat.

Only then did the shepherd smile with satisfaction: "Very good, take me to old Mike, remember, don't play tricks on me, or I will make you die an ugly death." ”