Seriously, in terms of geographical advantages and other aspects, blacks are really a more favored race.

The African continent is rich in resources, and all kinds of plants can thrive, and basically as long as you are a little diligent, you can ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing.

However, in the long era of ancient civilization, these African aborigines simply did not develop their own civilization, and purely relied on their natural nourishment, and did not think about what to eat at the next meal after eating the last meal.

Even in the 21st century, these blacks are still stubborn, every time they receive a salary, they run out to spend all their time, they don't even want to work, and they have to wait until they don't have a penny to spend before they think about making money or robbing.

So to say that the social status of black people is completely self-inflicted, is like saying that Njob is in Hell's Kitchen now.

If you are a hard-working person, although you can't get a good job because of your skin color, at least you should have no problem supporting your family, and you don't have to go out to cheat, kidnap, cheat, sell drugs, and mix with the underworld.

It's just that when people are in adversity, they rarely reflect on their mistakes, but start to complain everywhere.

The same is true of these blacks, who never feel that there is anything wrong with their way of life, but rather wishful thinking that they are living at the bottom of society because of the aggression of white people against their ancestors.

Njob is one of the best.

He always believed that as long as the black people of the world could be armed, a large black empire centered on Wakanda could be established, but he never considered the inferiority of this race.

The warriors of Wakanda have been trained and brainwashed for thousands of years, so they can be like fingers, and those black people scattered all over the world?

It is estimated that Enjob will send them vibranium weapons, and they will be able to sell those weapons for white powder or wine!

"Damn Yankee!" Seeing another shooting outside, Njob couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

This is Hell's Kitchen, the most chaotic place in all of Manhattan.

Although Jinji's Axe Gang claims to be the largest underworld force in New York, even the government cannot unify all the forces in its jurisdiction, let alone an underworld?

Especially since this is still a chaotic area where blacks gather, as long as these blacks pay their monthly protection money on time, and don't cross the line to make trouble, the stewards of the Axe Gang will turn a blind eye and don't see it.

Even if the army will be corrupt and take bribes, how good do you expect a triad gang to be disciplined, isn't that a joke?

Njob had been living here for more than three months, and T'Chaka had sent him out with the mission of detecting American intelligence, but he had not been given any specific policy or assistance.

After all, he was an exiled prince, and T'Chaka was not prepared to let him continue to return to Wakanda to cause trouble for himself.

"Sure enough, white people are liars!"

Njob depressed and drank the bottle in his hand, the news of Wakanda is completely closed to the outside world, and he is now in a place like Manhattan, and he has no idea what is going on in his country.

After handing over the route to Crow, he hurriedly left Africa in order to avoid suspicion and flew directly to New York.

And the guy from Crow hasn't contacted him until now, which really annoys Enjob.

'Smack'!

Throwing the empty bottle directly on the floor, Njob made his way to the bedroom drunk.

There is a blonde girl tied to the big bed in the bedroom, and her appearance looks like Eva's seven-point charm.

"The grass is killing you! Bastard, you dare to despise me! ”

Njob roared angrily, this woman he bought from the Axe Gang at his expense, and it is said that she seemed to have come as a policewoman!

In Enjob's more than 20 years of life, no one dared to despise him so much, so the first thing he did when he came to New York, he spent a lot of money to buy this policewoman who was somewhat similar to Eva as a replacement.

"At the beginning, Lao Tzu couldn't buy you with fifty kilograms of vibranium, but now it only costs five grams of vibranium to tie you here, do you say you are cheap?" Ten minutes later, a panting Njob slapped the blonde on the bed's slightly bulging belly, not caring that the other party was already three months pregnant.

The girl's eyes were glazed, and there was no reaction, and anyone who was tied up here for three months would go insane.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, Enjob doesn't care about her life or death, it's just a bargain that he bought for five grams of vibranium, so it's a big deal to find the Axe Gang to buy another one.

'Knock knock'!

Just as Enjobb finished venting and was about to light the marijuana cigarette in his hand, there was a knock on the door!

"Who?" The Prince of Wakanda suddenly jumped out of bed and asked as he put on his pants.

"It's me, Amik!" A slightly younger voice came from outside the door.

Frank. Amik, the small leader of the Axe Gang in charge of the black section, is not yet twenty years old, but it is said that he seems to have been involved with the boss of the Axe Gang for a while, so no one dares to be dissatisfied with him being in a high position at such a young age.

"What are you here to do? Is there anything new? Njob opened the door in some surprise, as an heir to the throne who had been educated as an elite since childhood, of course he knew the truth of following the local customs.

Before you have absolute power, it is not a shame to bow to the local underworld forces.

Although Enjob was semi-exiled, he was also a prince and carried a lot of valuables, and the few kilograms of vibranium he brought out alone were enough for him to live a life of drinking and drinking.

So as soon as he arrived in New York, he had a relationship with Amika, the small leader of the area, and the blonde girl in the bedroom was bought by Amik.

"This distinguished guest, you are so well hidden!" As soon as the door opened, Njob felt that something was wrong!

Amic stood tremblingly outside the door, and a huge figure blocked the entire door!

"You are? Kim and? ”

Njob was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise.

With this kind of iconic physique, except for the leader of the Axe Gang, who is known as the underground emperor of the entire New York, there will definitely be no second person!

"Why, won't Prince Entjob invite me in and sit down?" Some kind words were said in his mouth, but the person outside the door did not stop at all, and directly bent down and squeezed in from outside the door.

There's no way, Jin has such a super physique, and the ordinary door really can't squeeze in.

"What are you talking about? I'm just an African jeweler, not a prince! Njob's eyes twinkled, and he looked around.