Chapter 197 The local gangs are so rude
A few days later, America.
The names here surprisingly matched those in Lu Wenwu's previous life, which made him feel inexplicably familiar with this very free country.
At once.
How to say it
Although this was the first time he had come here in his two lifetimes, even if it was the United States in a parallel universe, he was extremely familiar with both places.
They are California, where I used to learn jungle techniques every day, and Los Santos, which I don’t know who has been buying.
Although it was my first time here, the familiarity was just like being home.
Of course, the target location predicted by the Lord of Destiny was not here, so Lu Wenwu could only go there secretly and get it done.
It's a pity that there is no square jungle instructor in this world, nor is there a donut that makes you owe $5,000 in debt after being beaten by an old Mo and thinking you can enjoy free medical care. It's really boring.
But how to say it
This place is so free and there is no shortage of fun.
Especially after Lu Wenwu discovered that their destination this time was Florida, a state with outstanding people and beautiful scenery.
In this damn place, you can live but you can't not live.
The monsters and ghosts strolling on the street were more outrageous than each other, and they looked even more devilish than the demon cultivators.
The old Taoist priest walked side by side with Lu Wenwu on the side of the road, and his forehead never relaxed.
He kept muttering some words that were not very elegant and did not seem to be in line with the status of an immortal.
The disgust in his eyes was so much that it was about to overflow, and he made no effort to hide it.
"Barbarians! What a bunch of uncivilized barbarians! Even the monkeys and savages living in the jungles of Southeast Asia are more civilized than them!"
The old Taoist priest was muttering again, and his snow-white beard was shaking with anger.
"In a world like this, how dare they talk about being a beacon of the world? After this world-destroying catastrophe is resolved, I will petition the Heavenly Emperor to launch an expedition to the Western God Realm, so that those self-proclaimed civilized people in the West will know what true civilization is!"
"Bang! Bang, bang, bang!"
“Open the door!”
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
"Get out! Nigger!"
"Bang!"
"Don't move, give me your money!"
“Please, Don’t hurt me!”
“.”
Before the old Taoist priest finished speaking, a zero-yuan shopping event took place on the street where the two of them were.
However, the Florida guy was obviously a hot-tempered person and was not going to tolerate these robbers. He grabbed a shotgun from under the counter and started a fierce exchange of fire with the other side.
For a moment, the whole street was filled with the sound of pistols, rifles, shotguns and gunfire.
Shouts, prayers, and screams were all audible.
The experienced American shot his head off and fell to the ground the moment the gunshot rang out. He quickly crawled on the ground to find cover and squatted to defend himself.
The inexperienced ones were still running around screaming in the streets, not afraid of being killed by stray bullets.
Some people who like to watch the fun and not mind the trouble even took the opportunity to expand the scale of zero-yuan shopping, and took advantage of the chaos to run over and rob those shop owners and passers-by who looked like easy targets.
The shooting skills of both sides in the fierce battle were crooked, and after fighting for a long time, no one was killed - it was possible that they did not want to cause any casualties.
However, as the gunfight lasted longer, the scale of the melee grew larger and larger.
Both sides are outstanding cattle and horses on this land, and no one wants to lose face.
So, they actually started waving their hands in unison during the gunfight, calling on their friends to come and support them.
Seeing the constipated expression on the old Taoist priest's face, Lu Wenwu, who was holding Maomao, immediately laughed and said, "In free America, gunfights happen every day. Old man, you have to get used to it."
"Who are you calling old man?" Lord Fate glared at him. "You're just an old man who practices body cultivation. You only look a little younger. Why are you calling me old man?"
"That's fine, it's your fault for looking so old." Lu Wenwu laughed heartily. "Besides, you could have restored your body to its youthful state, but you chose not to. You insisted on maintaining this old, immortal look. And you still blame me for calling you old man?"
Lu Wenwu did not explain his actual age.
It doesn't matter.
There is no need
For the sake of Lord Destiny's health, it would be better for him not to know.
"Oh yes, it seems that these black guys are not ordinary thugs. They were calling their brothers just now. They seem to be members of an organization called the Wild Wolf Gang." Lu Wenwu pulled the old Taoist priest forward two steps and came to a better viewing position.
Fate's face grew increasingly disdainful. "What the hell are these Wild Wolf Gang and Wild Dog Gang? Out of ten organizations we've taken down along the way, seven or eight have names like that. Don't these Western barbarians have any culture at all?"
"Hey, that's not right."
Lu Wenwu took out two bottles of Coke from his backpack.
"Who would join a gang if they have enough education? Aren't they just dropouts who are just hanging around out there? You never know when they'll get robbed. Hey, you old man, you have no moral principles. You stole my Coke, didn't you?"
"You call me old man. Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a traditional virtue of my Eastern culture. What's wrong with me drinking a little?" The Lord of Destiny was very confident about this.
This is what happened after just a few days of interacting with Lu Wenwu.
I don’t know if it’s my nature or if I just associate bad things with bad people.
"Are you sure the force of destiny is guiding us here? There are only a bunch of ordinary thugs here."
Lu Wenwu didn't care about the Coke being snatched away, and watched this American blockbuster up close in the VIP viewing seat.
"Within ten kilometers, there are no signs of transcendence, energy fluctuations, or traces of Western cultivators. Could it be that you've miscalculated?"
"Get lost!"
Lord Destiny had been completely assimilated and even rolled his eyes.
"My school has been passed down since the mythological era. It's no exaggeration to say that it's a living fossil in the world of cultivators. How could it be false?"
Lu Wenwu shrugged. "But we wandered around for a week and didn't find any real clues, did we? We did bust a few of those seemingly legitimate cult dens, but they were all just idle mortals."
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned this, but as soon as he mentioned it, the Lord of Destiny was immediately defeated.
The expression was visibly strained.
It's nothing, it's just that America is such a damn free place.
It is so free that it is simply a paradise for magic practitioners and a holy land for the devil cult.
Not to mention the modern and ancient magic practitioners hidden among the crowd, there are countless small sects created by mortals themselves that worship some inexplicable evil gods.
There are just as many of them as bamboo shoots after rain.
What makes the Lord of Destiny even more nervous is that the "freedom" in this place has also spawned countless businesses.
It can even be said that in this place, as long as you are rich enough, you can buy anything.
Even if it's someone else's life.
When Lu Wenwu said this, the Lord of Destiny immediately thought of what happened three days ago.
That day, the two of them rushed into a large-scale evil cult sacrificial den, thinking that they had made some progress in finding the "Great Heavenly Venerable".
Because according to the mental scan, the number of people sacrificed alive there was as high as hundreds.
As a result, when they both rushed in, they found that both the ones offering sacrifices and those being sacrificed in this secret place were just a group of mortals.
A group of mortals could actually sacrifice their corpses and flesh to the so-called evil god in broad daylight!
It's even more evil than the devil cultivators!
Stupid and bad!
Just when Lu Wenwu was happily watching the show with Maomao and the Lord of Destiny, each with a bottle of Coke, a thin and skinny black man slowly approached from the side with a spray gun, and a hint of violence flashed in his eyes.
As if to confirm that the person in front of him hadn't noticed, the monkey-like guy immediately jumped out, loaded the shotgun in his hand with a click, and shouted in a very black tone:
"You two damned yellow monkeys, hand over all the money you have on you!"
"What's this Kunlun slave saying, babble-babble-babble?"
The Lord of Destiny was already angry, and when he heard someone barking, the disgust on his face became even more intense.
"I bought it for free." Lu Wenwu shrugged.
He smiled at the black man, pointed at the shotgun in his hand, and asked in a very authentic Old Washington Stars and Stripes accent: "Is this the first time you use this thing?"
"Damn yellow monkey, what the hell are you talking about!" The skinny black man yelled with his fat purple lips open.
Then there was another crisp "click" sound, and the shotgun in his hand was loaded with ammunition again.
The red and yellow shotgun shell was ejected from the gun barrel, fell on the asphalt ground with a few muffled sounds, and rolled to Lu Wenwu's feet.
"See, I told you it was your first time using a shotgun."
Lu Wenwu bent down, picked up the two fallen shotgun shells, and squeezed them casually.
"Watch less Hollywood movies. Not all shotguns require you to pump like the Governor or Will Smith before firing. That will only waste your bullets."
“Pah.”
"Bang!"
The sudden sound of a gun falling and the sound of the accidental discharge hitting Lu Wenwu suddenly made the atmosphere in the field become subtle.
All this happened just because Lu Wenwu used a little force when squeezing the bullets, and accidentally exploded the gunpowder inside the two bullets, and also accidentally squeezed a large number of steel balls into a twisted metal ball.
The shotgun that hit Lu Wenwu almost in the face did not cause any damage. It just turned into small pieces of iron that fell to the ground with a crackling sound, like rain.
"Devil, devil! You are a devil!"
The black man, who was so scared that he dropped the gun in his hand, collapsed on the ground, some dirty stuff had already flowed out from his crotch, and he moved backwards with his trembling limbs.
"Devil? Tsk, I'm not that cheap."
Lu Wenwu sneered and moved his right hand slightly.
The metal ball he was holding instantly passed through the black man's head and sank into a big tree in the distance.
"Fifth Master, I am a legitimate demon from the abyss, a ghost messenger from the netherworld. Even Satan has to carry my shoes. Who the devil is? How dare you compare yourself to me?"
Theoretically speaking, Lu Wenwu does not actually have the bloodline of the abyss demon.
He does have some dragon bloodline traits and a lot of dimensional wanderer bloodline traits, so there's nothing wrong with calling himself a dragon or a space wanderer.
but.
Looking at the two pieces of pseudo-mythical equipment with a strong aura of the abyss on him, plus the iconic dragon transformation.
Even if he said that he was not a demon from the abyss, I'm afraid no one would believe him.
If that's the case, then so be it.
There's nothing wrong with being a demon.
Who says that the half-dragon space wanderers in the spiritual abyss are not demons!
"Old man, if you don't have any objections, I'm going to start working."
Lu Wenwu handed Maomao's dog leash to the Lord of Destiny, a kind smile appeared on his face, and he relaxed his body.
"Go ahead, go ahead. I won't stop you this time. At worst, I'll settle the score later." Lord Fate snorted harshly, "A country like this, a place of such filth, should have been destroyed long ago!"
"That's easy."
Lu Wenwu walked forward with a sinister smile, and his figure suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
Five seconds later, the gunfight that had engulfed half a block came to an abrupt end.
All that was left on the ground were the headless bodies of the black men.
Lu Wenwu's figure left and returned.
He used a water-gathering technique to condense a bubble from the air and used it to wash his hands.
"All solved?"
"It's hard to say."
Lu Wenwu glanced in a certain direction at the end of the street and once again revealed his bloodthirsty grin.
"How many more people will die next depends on Mr. Tucker's choice."
Tucker, the leader of a large Florida gang.
However, being a gangster in the underworld is just his superficial identity, and it is also the superficial identity of a core member of the gang's top echelons.
This group of people are actually believers of a sect called "Church of the God of Light", and they all revere a god named "Supreme God of Light".
They paid tribute in exchange for the god's blessing, thereby gaining some super powers.
In America, this kind of thing is not difficult.
The same thing.
As long as you are rich enough, you can easily take even human lives here.
What’s more, it’s a state-level gang?
They are undoubtedly the dark emperors underground in Florida, secretly controlling everything here.
It is precisely because of his devotion to the Supreme God of Light that Tucker often follows his leader to support gangs of all sizes, continuously expand the influence of the dark world, and spread the "gospel" to other neighboring states.
When it comes to faith, whether it is good or bad, ignorant people are most likely to be fooled.
Where can I find such a person?
With the support of big gangs, the Florida underworld, with its talented people and beautiful scenery, produces a large number of such "silly boys" every year.
Tucker is one such kind-hearted person who continues to travel to many areas in Florida to provide one-on-one assistance.
Today, he was having fun at the bar and strip club with his buddies as usual.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly received a request for help from a supported force, so he came here without saying a word with his men.
Then?
Then Tucker was dumbfounded.
He watched as a gang member accidentally fired a gun, shooting a tall man in the stomach.
Instead of being unharmed, the man crushed the shotgun in his hand and threw it back, shooting the gang member in the head.
Then, the tall man disappeared for just a few seconds, and the originally fierce gunfight stopped.
More than a dozen gang members had their heads chopped off, and their headless bodies lay neatly in a row on the road, their blood dyeing the entire road scarlet.
But the tall man appeared at this time and looked in his direction.
"How many more people will die next depends on Mr. Tucker's choice."
Tucker admitted.
At this moment, his legs were so weak that he wanted to kneel down in front of that person.
(End of this chapter)
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