mijobooks Chapter 36 Zhou Feng's Reaction, Runren Arrives in Los Angeles
Chapter 36 Zhou Feng's Reaction, Runren Arrives in Los Angeles
"All of this was a secret anti-bandit operation by our LAPD."
Inside the hotel, Zhou Feng looked at the Los Angeles Police Department chief on TV with a strange expression.
No child?
Are you LAPDs really that shameless? You didn't even tell me before stealing the credit?
At least award them a five-star good citizen award or a public service award, right?
However, Zhou Feng only complained a little, after all, he did a very thorough job of cleaning up the mess.
With just one "hundred faces and a thousand appearances", you can guarantee that the other party will not be able to find you.
Zhou Feng walked to the window, lifted the curtain, and looked downstairs.
On the road below, a patrol car would occasionally drive by.
Following this incident, patrols in Skid Row have been significantly increased, providing a greater level of security for this large slum.
Zhou Feng chuckled, wondering if he had inadvertently done a good deed for Los Angeles.
……
Meanwhile, the Latino gang, also based in Skid Row, finally reacted belatedly.
"Boss, boss! Great news! The Blood Gang has been wiped out by those LAPD guys!"
A heavily tattooed Latino man, holding a newspaper, excitedly pushed open the warehouse door.
The warehouse lights flickered, the air was thick with smoke, and the air was thick with the unpleasant smells of tobacco, alcohol, and marijuana.
A dozen burly men sat around an old-fashioned, bulky television set, their eyes glued to it.
They were also covered in tattoos, with fierce eyes and unfriendly expressions—a hallmark of Latino gangs.
Seeing his younger brother's appearance, the middle burly man, a Latino with a face full of scars, black hair, and a sunflower seed in his hand, frowned:
"I already knew this from watching TV. If you bunch of useless trash had told me, I probably would have been waiting until the Big Bang."
The younger brother scratched his head:
"Boss Frank, we also discovered that the LAPD has increased their patrols in this community. We lost a lot of our delivery and sales guys today."
Upon hearing this, Frank's facial muscles twitched slightly.
"Those idiots! They didn't even try to hide when they saw the police! Do they think things are the same as before? That the police can't be bothered with us?"
"Tell everyone else to cease all business operations immediately. Everyone return to headquarters, and take your guns and ammunition with you!"
A burly Latino man next to Frank was somewhat surprised to hear this. The last time their boss issued this mission, it was when they were preparing to fight the Bloods for territory.
The Blood Gang is gone this time, but they still sent everyone back to their headquarters. Could it be... they're planning to kill the police?!
Thinking of this, the burly man spoke in a trembling voice:
"Boss! We're not going to hit the police, are we?"
Frank's face darkened:
"What kind of joke is this, talking about God's grandfather's underwear? I'd be tired of living to kill cops. If you want to eat an RPG, don't drag me into it!"
The burly man was stunned for a moment:
"Weren't you attacking the police? Then why recall all the gang's members?"
Frank covered his face. How could this guy not see the situation clearly?
He gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger, and asked:
"Do you think the LAPD might be bored and suddenly take action against a major gang that has existed in this area for decades, especially since this is just a branch of the Bloods?"
The burly man shook his head blankly.
"Then why did they announce so publicly that they had wiped out the Blood Gang? Have you seen the LAPD hold any memorial services for fallen officers or award ceremonies for heroic officers?"
The burly man wasn't stupid; after Frank's reminder, he instantly understood.
"Boss, do you think those cops are lying?"
Frank's lips curled into a knowing smile.
"Last night's operation to wipe out the Blood Gang was such a mess that our men didn't even see a single police car or cop. How could we possibly have zero casualties? Only an idiot would believe such a low-level lie."
The burly man was still somewhat puzzled: "If it wasn't the cops who did it, then what other force has the power to wipe out a gang overnight?"
Frank shook his head, his tone tinged with disdain:
"I don't know, otherwise why would I have called the brothers back?"
"What if this mysterious force suddenly decides to wipe out all the gangs in Skid Row?"
The burly man's eyes filled with admiration upon hearing this:
"Our boss is so thoughtful! This time, he's in the atmosphere! If that mysterious force tries to make its presence felt in our Latino gang, they're definitely in for a world of hurt!"
Frank was clearly very pleased with the flattery; his lips were practically curled into a wide smile.
"Of course, stop talking nonsense and pass the word down immediately."
……
Los Angeles, 6 p.m.
A long-distance bus pulled up at the station, and passengers disembarked.
Wang Yunxiao, pale-faced, got off the bus, enduring the churning pain in his stomach, and couldn't help but feel excited as he felt the long-lost land.
"Los Angeles! Here I come!"
After a two-day, two-night bus journey, Wang Yunxiao finally arrived at the city of his dreams.
Back in China, he had heard countless rumors about this city.
It's said that you can buy an iPhone by washing dishes in Chinatown for a month.
You can buy a villa by spending money for three months.
You could even buy a white car if you spent ten months grinding!
Thinking of this, Wang Yunxiao's eyes burned with desire. Although he smelled terrible, he couldn't help but take a deep breath of the "sweet" American air.
Cough, cough, cough, but as soon as the air entered his lungs, the strong smell of urine and stench overwhelmed his brain.
"Well, white people's tastes might be different from those in China; this smell is pleasant to them."
Wang Yunxiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, tried to make amends, and then quickly put the question out of his mind.
goo~
He hadn't eaten for three days, and the intense hunger forced Wang Yunxiao to wake up from his fantasy of arriving in his dream "paradise".
Wang Yunxiao reached into his pocket, hesitated for a moment, and then pulled out $8 from his crotch.
He traveled all the way to the United States, and after being exploited and robbed at every turn, the million dollars he originally borrowed from online loans has now been reduced to a pitiful eight dollars.
Wang Yunxiao clutched the eight dollars, took out his phone, and searched for nearby restaurants on Google Maps.
The result did not disappoint him. There was indeed a Chinese restaurant a few hundred meters away, where fast food only cost six dollars, which was considered good value for money.
But Wang Yunxiao scoffed, "Idiot! I'm already abroad, how could I possibly still eat that inedible food back home! I want delicious white food!"
As he spoke, his fingers continued to slide, and the hunger in his stomach grew stronger.
Finally, after searching for a while, he found a nearby white fast food restaurant that sold donuts.
So he put away the eight dollars he had left and started walking toward the donut fast food restaurant.