Chapter 642 Bronx (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

After looking down from a high altitude, Sakaki found where he wanted to go.

The northernmost part of New York City, the Bronx.

New York has five boroughs, namely:

The Bronx, Manhattan, Queens, Brooklyn, Staten Island.

Among them, Seventh Avenue, where Miss Miyano once lived, is in midtown Manhattan. Together with Broadway and 42nd Street, it forms an intersecting triangle and is known as the 'Crossroads of the World'.

The apartment where Belmode lives is on a street extending south of Broadway, also known as Wall Street, nicknamed:

The financial center of the United States.

Including banks, insurance shipping, railway companies, etc. established by groups such as Nasdaq, the American Stock Exchange, the New York Futures Exchange, the Morgan Chaebol, Rockefeller Oil, and the DuPont Consortium.

Miss Miyano's residence is only 2 or 3 kilometers away from Bellmode's apartment, only a 20-minute walk.

It is worth mentioning that.

Although Manhattan is the richest borough in New York, 80% of wealthy people travel here.

The Bronx, bordering Manhattan, has become a lawless land.

The Bronx is one of the areas with the worst security in New York and the highest crime rate in the United States. It is home to countless gangs, drug criminals (dealers), arson, shootings, and murders.

Commonly seen.

It's not far from Yoneka Town.

It just happens to be this kind of place that harbors dirt and evil.

It is the best place for Sakaki to go to right now.

Even the police dare not easily enter areas where drug criminals and gang members operate.

I'm afraid even the FBI and CIA can't think of it.

Sakaki Makoto, who was empty-handed, would actually choose to land in the Bronx.

The parachute the organization prepared for him was an airfoil parachute with a minimum opening height of 200 meters.

but.

Without the assistance of height-measuring equipment, Sakaki could only open the umbrella by feeling.

If you open your umbrella too early, it will look like a big moth in the air, which will inevitably attract the attention of the FBI.

too low

Is there any need to say it?

It can range from fractures to death.

When the roof of the bungalow, the street, and the traffic flow are all clearly visible

Sakaki grabbed the umbrella opening ring on his left shoulder.

The height continues to decrease, 500, 400, 300

The distance of a hundred meters passed by in the blink of an eye.

He counted silently in his mind

3, 2, 1

A sharp tug!

Wow!

The parachute bag opened instantly, and the huge wing-shaped parachute that looked like a water bed expanded. The body that was falling at a rapid speed suddenly stopped, as if someone had lifted it upwards.

Backed by the wind, Sakaki began to land.

“holy shit!!!”

On both sides of the street, passers-by screamed and fled.

The cars on the street heard the exclamations around them and were a little confused until

They panicked only after the falling wing-shaped umbrella covered their front windshield.

beep!

beep!

In the chaos of traffic, Sakaki landed accurately on the sidewalk. The moment his feet touched the ground, he walked forward, unbuckled his strap with his left hand, took off his parachute, threw away his goggles with his right hand, reached into his arms, and took out his sunglasses.

Looking around, he found

This is where white gangs gather.

The surroundings were filled with thick, fat, muscular, slovenly white men wearing white undershirts.

They stared at Sakaki coldly, as if they were looking at a little white rabbit that strayed into a pride of lions, thinking about where to start.

To their surprise, the little white rabbit didn't panic at all. Instead, he calmly and calmly took out the cigarette case and walked towards them.

Sakaki walked up to the group of big men, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and said in English with a smile:

"Borrow a fire."

The strong men with tattoos all over their shoulders looked at each other and looked at each other.

at last.

The strong man squatting on the curb stone stood up and took out a lighter from his pocket, bang!

Sakaki protected the wind with one hand, and brought the cigarette close to the flames, slowly igniting it.

"Thank you so much."

The strong men who couldn't figure out where their opponents were coming from for a moment looked wary.

After borrowing the fire, Sakaki had no intention of leaving. Instead, he made an eight sign and asked directly:

"I'm here to do business."

The strong white men looked at each other.

The leader of the strong man said nothing, tilted his head and motioned for Sakaki to follow.

Surrounded by five people, Sakaki followed the strong man and walked forward.

If we say that the place where Sakaki landed before is a residential area,

So now, the strong white man brought him into a chaotic, lively and crowded courtyard.

In the dim darkness, a bonfire was burning in the iron bucket in the yard, and the crackling sound of firewood could be heard endlessly.

The street outside the hospital was full of muscle cars, and everyone was watching Sakaki Makoto's uninvited guest quietly.

squeak

Opening the door, the strong white man turned back and said:

"Go in."

He seemed to have no intention of following in. The dark room was filled with the smoke of small hemp cigarettes.

Faintly.

Sakaki could still hear the woman's screams of pain.

The gang is not small.

Sakaki stepped into the darkness.

On both sides of the corridor behind the entrance, there were several strong white men with evil eyes standing. Their body odor and sweat secretion were extremely unpleasant, and not a single dark-skinned man could be seen.

"stop."

Someone stepped forward and looked at Sakaki:

"We're going to search you."

Sakaki opened his arms openly.

He didn't bring any offensive weapons.

otherwise

Do you still need to buy guns from local gangs?

But people were afraid that he was a killer from a rival gang, so it was natural to be cautious.

After a simple search, the man nodded and pointed to the innermost door:

"Go in."

Sakaki walked towards the door.

Arriving at the door, the strong man in charge of guarding immediately opened the door.

"Brother, we have guests."

Behind the desk, the thin man lying on the table straightened up, with some white powder on the tip of his nose, and looked over with cold eyes.

After seeing Sakaki's skin color

He frowned without any trace:

"What's the matter with you?"

Sakaki pulled out the chair in front of the table and sat down, and said calmly:

"Buy a gun."

"Why don't you go find your own gang?"

"I will make a deal with anyone I meet."

Glancing at the remaining powder on the table, Sakaki said expressionlessly:

"To sell or not to sell?"

The thin man stroked his golden beard and suddenly smiled:

"To my liking."

He snapped his fingers, opened the cabinet on the side, and slapped the two pistols on the table.

"The Colt M1917 and M1908 pistols are both high-quality products."

The thin man said with a smile:

"A 200-meter knife."

Glancing at the pistol on the table, Sakaki sneered:

"Antiques are also worth 200 meters?"

"You might as well keep it at home."

After being ridiculed, the man with the golden beard smiled instead of getting angry:

"well"

"Know your stuff, I know you yellow guys are rich and like good guys."

"Hey, bring out some good guys!"

Hearing this, his subordinates bent down, took out the covering wooden board in the cabinet, and took out a handle with both hands.

Remington M870 shotgun.