Johnny, a very common name in the United States, even shouts on the street, and there is no guarantee that three or four people will turn back at the same time.

But Johnny the Hungry Wolf has put his name on the list of dangerous elements in the Chicago Police Department, Drug Enforcement Administration, FBI and other major departments.

As a typical black Chicagoan, he lost his father at a very young age, not knowing who his father was, to be exact, and relying on his mother to run some leather business to bring up his three siblings.

As for the reason is very simple, the Chicago government introduced a series of welfare policies for single families in the sixties and seventies, so black men have a completely indifferent attitude towards letting women get pregnant and then leave it alone, neither psychologically burdensome, nor despised by relatives and friends around them.

Similarly, when women become single mothers, they not only get cheap apartments, but also all kinds of food stamps and subsidies, and they are even better off than if they were alone, and they are happy to have children.

Over time, in the places where blacks gather in Chicago, basically more than 80% of the children have grown up in a single-parent family environment, and their inner health can be imagined.

At the age of fourteen, Johnny was recognized for shooting and killing a patrol officer for the gang boss and becoming one of the city's more than 200 gangs.

With his fierce and tough style, he has obtained a piece of his own territory in just over a dozen years, and has managed a large number of illegal businesses in an orderly manner.

In particular, helping other gangs dispose of corpses can bring in a net profit of two or three hundred thousand dollars a month, which is simply addictive.

But today, Johnny was very irritable, because several skilled hands in charge of handling the corpses had died inexplicably, killed by someone who didn't know who was on his own turf, and the novices couldn't deal with it as fast as the veterans, resulting in several corpses piling up in the house, exuding a pungent smell of putrefaction.

There is no doubt that this is a provocation to him, to the entire Hungry Wolf Gang, maybe there is some conspiracy behind it, and it must be killed as an example.

"Roman, haven't heard any news yet?" Johnny asked, looking up at his man sitting across from the couch to wipe his gun.

"Sorry, boss, there's no news at all. As you know, in order to avoid clues that shouldn't be found in those strips, we have already destroyed all the surveillance cameras around us. The black man, known as Roman, stuffed the magazine into the gun and explained helplessly.

"Shet! I hate it! I've been telling my brothers to be careful lately, and I've always thought something big might happen. Johnny gritted his teeth.

No way!

You must know that this is Chicago, a city composed of countless criminals, and at its craziest time, there are more than 20 shootings a day on average, and the number of people who are shot can reach nearly 100, which is not inferior to the war-torn Middle East battlefield.

Among them, small gangs like the Hungry Wolves, which are in the middle and lower classes, God knows when they will disappear after one night and become cold corpses.

Johnny doesn't want to be killed for no reason, he craves power, power, and wealth, and wants to build a powerful force like GD that dominates all the gangs in Chicago.

Just as Roman was about to say something, there was a sudden burst of gunfire outside the house, not only pistols, but also submachine guns and automatic rifles.

Bang! Bang!

Sudden Sudden Sudden Sudden Sudden

Dada!

......

"Fack! go see what's going on outside! Are these idiots crazy?" Johnny snarled to his feet.

But before the minions next to them rushed out with their weapons to find out, the gunfire disappeared for some reason, and there was a mixture of gunsmoke and blood in the air.

Quiet!

Unusually quiet!

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

Such a strange situation made these black people, whose brains were not very developed, all stunned in place, and they didn't know what to do next, whether to push open the door and go outside to find out, or stay in the house honestly.

Unfortunately, just because they're unresponsive doesn't mean others are unresponsive.

Next Second......

Rumble!

The gate, which had been reinforced with steel plates, was directly kicked away by a huge force, and together with the four sought-after players at the door, it slammed into the wall behind it, and was slapped into flesh on the spot.

The violence and bloodiness of the picture made these gangsters who were accustomed to death tremble involuntarily, and without saying a word, they aimed at the door and shot throughout.

Although the firepower seems to be very ferocious on the surface, it can be about the same as the average accuracy of most "Black Uncles", basically just random marksmanship, and it all depends on the will of God whether to fight or not.

When all the bullets were gone, and the weapons in their hands clicked, they finally realized that there were no bullets, and they dug out the bullets from the cabinet, desperately trying to stuff them into the magazine.

But what's interesting is that I don't know if it's because of nervousness or fear, these guys are far less proficient in loading bullets than usual, and there are a few nervous hands that have been shaking violently.

"Ah, what a warm welcome party, isn't it?" A young Asian walked in through the door, smiling and greeting Johnny inside.

You don't need to ask to know that he is none other than Zhang Cheng, who personally ran over to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

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

Although the other party didn't even have a decent weapon on his body, he always felt that he might die tonight, and he would die very miserably.

"I'm the one you've been looking for. You know what? You shouldn't be waiting to stop after that piece of garbage is dead. I'm a trouble-hating person, but you're asking for trouble with me, so I have to ask you to die. Goodbye, and hopefully we can meet again in hell. ”

The words just fell!

Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Moment!

The heads of everyone in the room exploded in unison, and blood and brains splattered everywhere.

Looking at the walls, floors, and ceilings that looked like tofu brains, he couldn't help but subconsciously frown and complained: "Alas, for the time being, I still can't accurately control the energy as before, and the power of the spell is sometimes large and sometimes small, so I have to think of a way as soon as possible, at least to ensure that I can stably exert one-thirtieth of the power in the reduced form." ”

However, complaining and complaining, he did not forget the purpose of this trip, and probably inspected the whole house to make sure that there was nothing alive, and then he took the sheep and threw the bundles of cash in the safe and a few thick and shiny large gold chains into a travel bag, and turned around and disappeared into the night......