There is no doubt that the United States is a country controlled by capital, where all rights, resources and interpersonal relationships are built with capital as the core.

Whether it is the government and the army, which have not fought in the past 16 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China in 242 years, or the capital groups that have slowly started from the very beginning of supplying industrial raw materials to Britain, they are all serving one thing, that is, "money", which is known as the root of all evil.

Here, as long as you are rich enough, no matter how out-of-the-ordinary things you do, you can be forcibly interpreted as "outstanding", "maverick", "performance art" and other positive comments, and even the you pull out has brains to pick up and eat a bite, and then shout "really fragrant".

I have to say that the French social psychologist Gustave Le Pen described in his book "The Rabble" describes the hearts of the masses as the stupidity, ignorance and ignorance shown by the American underclass.

In particular, when Zhang Cheng walked into the bank hall with a towel, security guards and staff immediately rushed over and tried to expel him as a homeless man.

But after he identified himself, everyone present immediately changed into another face, and kept apologizing like a pug, and even the manager on duty hurriedly ran out and invited him into the VIP room, while his subordinates ran to buy an expensive and decent designer suit not far from the next door.

Unfortunately, these flattering and sycophants have not been rewarded.

After reopening a few credit cards and withdrawing $10,000 in cash, Zhang Cheng directly took that extremely uncoordinated step, turned around and disappeared into the vast night.

Not wanting to alarm anyone at the moment, he chose a five-star hotel as his foothold, but went to a poor neighborhood and rented an apartment from a Latino woman in her thirties.

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

During this period of time, Zhang Cheng basically maintained the state of an otaku who did not leave the door and did not step out of the second door, carefully familiarizing himself with his new body, for fear of accidentally stepping on a big hole in the ground or accidentally pushing a wall into it.

By the end of the seventh day, although he was not yet fully in control, his walking posture was no longer stiff, and at least he had no problem coping with daily communication.

After confirming this, he finally didn't plan to continue to be stuffed in the apartment, and took the initiative to open the door to take a break on the street and enjoy the style of Chicago, the city of gangs.

But just when Zhang Cheng had just crossed the threshold and had not had time to close the door, he suddenly saw a familiar figure coming down the stairs.

The other party was none other than the young white girl I happened to meet a week ago.

The other party obviously saw him too, his face suddenly changed greatly, he forced the fear in his heart to squeeze out a trace of embarrassed smile, and took the initiative to say hello: "Hello! I didn't expect you to live here." ”

"Yes, we really have fate. I'm going to have something to eat, do you want to go together? I'm in for a treat!" Zhang Cheng invited with a smile.

"Good...... Okay!" The girl obviously did not dare to refuse, and nodded slightly.

She watched the tragic scene afterwards, although she didn't quite understand how a few vicious gangsters could be killed, but judging from the tragic death, the seemingly harmless Oriental in front of her was definitely a ruthless character.

"Let's go, I just found a nice seafood restaurant on the Internet, it's very close to here. ”

After that, Zhang Cheng made a gesture of please, then walked out of the apartment and drove a second-hand BMW he bought, and arrived at his destination after a while.

After ordering several of the restaurant's signature dishes and wine, he tasted the food and asked with a smile, "You seem to have a little misunderstanding of me, don't you?"

"No, I don't think there's a misunderstanding between us. I have been having nightmares for the last week, and when I close my eyes, I see blood, and I have to rely on sleeping pills to get sleep. The girl swallowed the food in her mouth, and her eyes revealed a trace of chagrin and helplessness.

"Relax, you should understand that those guys are innocent. They are all garbage, criminals, scum in this society, and all I do is send them where they need to be. Zhang Cheng took a sip of red wine from his glass and explained.

"No! You're the one who doesn't understand the situation! Do you think those guys are ordinary thugs? They're members of the Hungry Wolves! As far as I know, Johnny, the boss of the Hungry Wolves, is looking for the killer like crazy, so you better be careful. The girl lowered her voice to express her concern.

"Oh, Johnny from the Hungry Wolves, sounds pretty bluffing......" Zhang Cheng curled the corners of his mouth and smiled sarcastically.

As a haven for American criminals, Chicago is home to more than two hundred gangs, large and small.

That's right!

In a city with a population of only a few million, there are more than 200 gangsters!

They are densely distributed in the streets and alleys, some of them have thousands of members, and they are large organizations with separate files in the FBI, but the vast majority of them are small groups composed of a few or a dozen young people who "dare to fight", and the so-called "gangster culture" has also been derived.

Including sweary rappers, hip-hop pop music, and a huge network of drug addicts and drug traffickers, all of them are part of it.

Young people born here have been in contact with gangs since they were born, and they may not be able to see the police every day in the place where they live, but they will definitely be able to see gang members every day.

Young people who grow up in this environment, not to mention establishing a correct outlook on life and values, many of them have already begun to kill people with guns at the age of fourteen or fifteen, earning wealth in the most primitive and violent way, and those who have ideals will also work hard with those underworld heroes as their goals.

But what about the fighting power of the black gangs......

Everyone just laughs and laughs, and there is basically no big difference from primates such as gorillas and chimpanzees.

If it weren't for the fact that the US Government has recently begun to hype up the universal values of "freedom" and "democracy" around the world, and has stubbornly fooled the "white left" in its own country, it would have been easy to suppress it or even uproot it by sending a National Guard.

"Damn, don't laugh! You may not be afraid, but I'm afraid. If they find out that I was there, the consequences would be unimaginable, and I would have died, and I would have died very badly. The girl couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"Tell me where the Hungry Wolves' lair is? I promise they'll all disappear after midnight today. ”

"You...... You don't want to ......?"

"Shhhhhhh In this way, we don't owe each other. ”