Chapter 631: 617

Peng Yixing's home.

"I want to go to the United States."

"I want to go too!"

"No, you can't go, it will be very dangerous for you, I'm going to the United States to be a killer."

Peng Yixing and his girlfriend Li Yi still have a very good relationship. He knows that if he goes to the United States this time, it will be very dangerous and he could lose his life at any time. He is afraid of implicating Li Yi.

Li Yi: "Don't let me go, I won't be your burden!"

Peng Yixing: "Do you know how stupid you are? Over there, you might be implicated by me and die."

Li Yi didn't listen at all, directly hugged Peng Yixing's head and kissed him.

Passionate and firm.

"I must go with you!"

Finally, Peng Yixing softened his heart.

"Good! We live together, we die together!"

"These damn Chinese!"

United States, Jiujinshanwan Area,

*San Francisco Chronicle* newspaper office.

In the director's office,

Director Laid, his face gloomy, his wine-red nose turning liver-colored, the pen in his hand kept tapping on the table.

"Knock knock knock~~~"

"Come in."

Soon, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Hai Miller, walked in.

"Sir, you looking for me?"

Slap~~~

Director Laid threw a stack of paper heavily on the table,

"Yesterday's newspaper, we published a news report called 'The Dirty Corners of America'... and then we received many complaint calls."

"These are the complaint call records, about a thousand or so..."

"The calls yesterday didn't stop."

"And the content of the complaints is that our *San Francisco Chronicle* used extremely derogatory language to describe the Chinese community, claiming that Chinese are not standardized in business activities, and also saying that the Chinese community is chaotic and full of various crimes."

Editor-in-chief Hai Miller frowned.

"Chinese?"

"They actually complain?"

"When did they become so bold?"

"And, sir, why should we pay attention to them?"

Editor-in-chief Hai Miller said indifferently.

Director Laid: "We naturally don't need to pay attention to them, and I also think they are just a bunch of bugs..."

"But!"

"In these complaint calls, there are at least 1,000 Chinese who have subscribed to our newspaper for a long time calling to complain! They threatened that if we publish this kind of content that belittles Chinese again, they will collectively cancel their subscriptions."

"This is not a small number. You know clearly what a decline in subscription volume means for the newspaper's performance."

Editor-in-chief Hai Miller was suddenly angry: "This is hindering freedom of the press! We are just reporting what we see truthfully."

Director Laid shook his head: "I don't care whether we report truthfully or not, and I don't care about freedom of the press or not, I only care about subscription volume."

Director Laid: "Our *San Francisco Chronicle*, 1,000 copies, already accounts for one-tenth of the Jiujinshanwan Area. Calculate the loss yourself."

"We don't need to go against money, right?"

Editor-in-chief Hai Miller listened and was silent.

That's right,

No need to go against money.

"Good, no more publishing this kind of content in the future."

"I remember this report was by that writer William Jones, his articles have always been very unfriendly to Chinese, don't cooperate with him in the future."

"Good."

Editor-in-chief Hai Miller, although agreed, was still unhappy: "Those Chinese, now they have learned to group together like Jews..."

Director Laid said seriously: "Since the second half of last year, ever since that Umbrella Company expanded, the Chinese power in San Francisco has grown rapidly, with their own TV station, organization, and often uniting to confront other forces..."

"Now, their tentacles have entered the Jiujinshanwan Area, and many bottom-level citizens are their employees..."

"Our newspaper, the base camp is in San Francisco, so you understand what I mean."

Editor-in-chief Hai Miller's face looked bad.

There was an anger that his own country was being polluted.

"Are the FBI and those police eating shit? Why do they allow these Chinese to develop and grow like this?"

Director Laid: "We don't need to care about how these losers are..."

"I require you, from now on, news involving the Chinese community must be reviewed by me before reporting. Don't cause me this kind of trouble again, otherwise, it won't just be subscribers that the newspaper loses."

"Yes, Director..."

Editor-in-chief Hai Miller, although unwilling, looked at Director Laid's serious expression and could only nod helplessly.

San Francisco, Umbrella Company Building.

Following Xiao Fu was drinking tea, looking outside through the glass.

As his career grew bigger and bigger, he gradually changed from a bodyguard role to a manager, becoming more and more like a president.

Ling ling ling~~

At this time, the phone rang.

"Very sorry, Mr. Li..."

"I represent the *San Francisco Chronicle* here to express my apologies to you..."

"We promise not to cooperate with those columnists who slander Chinese in the future..."

Director Laid of the *San Francisco Chronicle* expressed his sincere apologies to Following Xiao Fu on the phone.

They are all businessmen, there is nothing shameful about it.

Thick skin is a basic skill.

Following Xiao Fu smiled: "I have received your apologies, the misunderstandings in the past are over, I hope we can cooperate together in the future... It just so happens that we also have a lot of news here, perhaps you will be very interested."

Director Laid: "I am very honored."

After the two exchanged pleasantries, they hung up the phone.

Following Xiao Fu took a deep breath.

This feeling is great!

Another newspaper has surrendered to his lewd power... oh no, strength.

Ever since Guan Zu proposed to set up a "Mutual Aid Association," he had people attacking everywhere.

At first, it was helping Chinese, or ordinary people of other races, to get justice, such as unpaid wages, being beaten, being bullied...

Subsequently, things got bigger and bigger...

Now, even a big newspaper like the *San Francisco Chronicle* was forced to apologize by the Chinese groups in the Jiujinshanwan Area because they reported negative news about Chinese, forcing these arrogant Americans to apologize.

Cool!

Pa pa pa~~~

Just at this time, a horn sound came from downstairs.

Following Xiao Fu looked downstairs, a black Chevrolet stopped at the door, Abu got out of the car with a stranger... no, not a stranger, this person Following Xiao Fu had seen, his marksmanship was very outstanding.

Named Peng Yixing, nickname Ali.

Brother Zu said this person has Asperger's syndrome and can be arranged to be a pure killer in the future.

In a place like the United States, it's simply a fish returning to the sea.

Just right, he himself, as the second-generation Archangel, goes to work every day and has no time to be a killer, so this Peng Yixing just fills this vacancy.

Besides this Peng Yixing, there is also a woman, Peng Yixing's girlfriend.

2 minutes later, the office door was knocked.

Abu brought Peng Yixing into the office, and Li Yi stayed outside.

"Ali!"

"Brother Fu!"

In the office, Following Xiao Fu and Peng Yixing chatted about Peng Yixing's current state.

"Killing people is not just about good marksmanship, so after killing someone, you have to leave quickly, so you still need training."

Peng Yixing: "Can I kill one first? I'm feeling a bit suffocated now."

"............"

Following Xiao Fu felt perverted listening to it.

Fortunately,

There are too many perverted criminals in the United States, and he can find a target for Peng Yixing at will.

"I will arrange it for you tomorrow... Note, don't die."

Following Xiao Fu thought of a target.

Last year's San Francisco riots, a group of blacks ran to Tang Renjie to rob, and then were beaten back by Tang Renjie. This hatred has been formed ever since.

Recently, a small group led by Marcus has been fighting against the property division under the Umbrella Company, beating people and smashing shops and then running away.

(Image: From the American movie "Get Rich or Die Tryin'")

Since Peng Yixing is here, he might as well let him kill this group of people.

Thinking of this, Following Xiao Fu called Abu.

"You arrange a few safe houses for Ali, and teach him how to run away..."

Two days later,

Night,

San Francisco, Black neighborhood.

By the roadside, parked an old pickup truck.

"Hahaha~~~"

Marcus drank beer with his head tilted, leaning against an old pickup truck with scratches all over the body, surrounded by a few younger brothers.

The wanton laughter of the younger brothers made the dull atmosphere around a bit more cheerful.

"That move of Marcus was really great! Today we smashed three yellow-skin laundries, those yellow-skins didn't even have time to press the alarm button!" The yellow-haired black man laughed and drank a sip of canned cola, the carbonated water dripping down his chin into the graffiti-filled hoodie.

"And that old thing with glasses..." The crew-cut man kicked over a beer bottle at his feet, "I punched his dentures into his throat—now he's lying in the emergency room clutching half a gold tooth, haha~~"

The black youth on the steps flicked the cigarette butt, the tattoo on his throat trembling with laughter: "Bring two cans of spray paint next time, spray a 'death' word at their shop door, let them know who is the master of this place."

After a burst of laughter,

Marcus clapped his hands: "Alright alright... now it's night, it's time for us to get busy."

Busy with what?

Naturally, selling flour.

Marcus was born in the poor neighborhood of San Francisco, which is a big drug den. Drug transactions are everywhere on the street corners. From the day he was born, Marcus's mother only focused on selling drugs and never really cared about him.

At age 8, his mother was poisoned by gas, and at age 12, Marcus inherited his mother's business and started selling white flour, selling it everywhere every afternoon behind his grandparents' backs.

He was caught twice every three weeks on average. Marcus had long seen through that his future must be to report to prison or be sentenced to death. For him, selling white flour was his life.

And last year's riots, he also went to San Francisco, and then watched his boss be shot and killed by those Chinese, which made him hate them very much.

In the last two months, he also pulled up a team, while selling white flour, also dealing with those hateful Chinese.

If it weren't for these Chinese occupying their jobs, giving them these blacks plenty of work, why would they have to embark on this path of selling white flour?

It's all the Chinese's fault!

They should all die!

The only pity is that recently a force named Umbrella Company has expanded fiercely, scaring them from going to Tang Renjie to smash and rob, only daring to go to the Chinese shops in the Jiujinshanwan Area to rob.

Just at this time,

An ordinary black Ford F was slowly driving from the other side towards here.

"Huo~~~"

"Yellow-skin!"

Marcus and the others immediately became interested.

A yellow-skin actually dared to come to their black neighborhood, is it a little lamb that broke in by mistake?

Marcus and they were excited.

Rob!

They swarmed up and blocked the path of the black Ford.

The car stopped.

"Hey! Yellow-skin!"

The yellow-haired younger brother kicked an empty beer bottle, the glass shards exploded in front of the car wheel,

"Get down and polish my shoes!"

"Boy, honestly get out of the car for me..."

Some blacks whistled.

Some blacks patted the car window, the car rang bang bang bang.

They wanted to see the Chinese look panicked, which could give them a great sense of accomplishment.

Peng Yixing inside the car wore a hat, sunglasses, and gloves, his eyes looking at their foreheads.

His gaze was calm.

He slammed on the accelerator, hit the black in front of the car, and crushed over.

Ka ka~~~

The person was directly crippled~~

"Oh~ shit!"

"Fuck!"

The blacks were shocked and angry.

"Poor Smith..."

"Kill him!"

The Ford F moved forward 10 meters and stopped.

Peng Yixing got out of the car.

At this time, the blacks also rushed over.

Peng Yixing pulled out his modified gun.

The blacks rushing over changed their faces: "Oh~ shit!"

Bang bang bang~~~~~

A series of dense gunshots, 7 shots in three seconds.

7 blacks without exception, were shot in the head, directly lying dead on the spot.

Peng Yixing drove the car and left quickly, then disappeared into the night.

At this moment,

Peng Yixing in the driver's seat, his eyes full of excitement.

As if opening a new world.

He is so

Ten minutes later,

he was criticized by Abu.

"Your way of killing people is very unprofessional..."

"Look at your car, what has it become? There's blood on the hood, and it's dented. If the San Francisco police weren't so incompetent, you would have been arrested the moment you started driving this car."

"Also, next time you kill someone, please don't make such a big scene, okay?"

"And another thing, headshots every single time? What are you trying to do? Do you want the police to pay attention to you? Don't aim so accurately next time."

Peng Yixing: "............"

So much for being a killing machine;

he was now being lectured like a well-behaved child.

Abu: "Next time, you need to do it like this, like this..."

Peng Yixing: "............"

A total rookie.

One hour later,

the San Francisco police finally arrived, slow and sluggish.

After conducting an investigation,

they were somewhat shocked.

"Every shot was to the head; not a single bullet was wasted. This is a shooting expert."

"The bullets seem a bit different. They must have been modified."

"Take the bullets back and check the ballistics."

Killing the black man wasn't important, but the fact that every shot was a headshot aroused the police's vigilance.

Next, they began to check other information.

"The car is a Ford F?"

"This is troublesome. This car is the highest-selling vehicle in the United States; it sold 540,000 units last year alone."

"The opponent is highly experienced."

It was only because the police arrived so late that the car had long since vanished, otherwise Peng Yixing would have been in a bit of trouble.

Hong Kong.

Top floor of Central Plaza, Guan Zu's office.

"What?"

"Took out 7 black men on the first day?"

"Damn it..."

"What's his mental state right now?"

Guan Zu was very curious.

On the other end of the phone,

Abu: "Very calm... but he said he's very happy."

Guan Zu: "............"

Crazy!

(End of chapter)