Hummers roared past on the street, Wen Wen still used binoculars to search for targets from time to time.
Hong Lang is always paying attention to the rankings on the Bloody Emblem.
Fortunately, during this period of time, most of the adventurers' kill points increased only to a limited extent. Those adventurers who ranked in the top ten also seemed to have lost their luck, and their scores continued to rise very slowly.
This made Hong Lang feel relieved.
When one's own grades are not good, it is undoubtedly the greatest psychological comfort to see others' grades being equally bad.
Especially when this kind of achievement is related to one's own wealth and life.
The Hummer has entered Brooklyn. Once here, it has almost officially entered New York City.
Brooklyn was once a famous black area. Due to the low level of education, it once had the highest crime rate in the United States. It was regarded by some as a chaotic, dirty and sinful place. With the changes of the times, society has developed.
, Brooklyn's once bad reputation has gradually improved. Although the black people here are still hostile to foreign races, after the emergence of mutants and the birth of new racism, even the black people themselves have been involved in this new racial war.
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Perhaps due to the history of black slavery, black people always hate racism. Therefore, compared with white people, a considerable number of black people have a sympathetic and even supportive attitude towards mutants. The result of this is that Brooklyn has been affected by
The impact of the war was minimal.
The street layout in most parts of Brooklyn is as neat and orderly as a chessboard; many street names are named with numbers. On both sides of the wide and bustling commercial streets, many small streets and alleys branch out in quiet residential areas. The houses are colorful in style, but each street
The architectural styles in the small streets are often relatively consistent. Except for some apartment buildings with no more than six floors, most of the homes are two-story buildings, including large independent bungalows among the greenery, fairy tale-style spire houses, and exquisite and practical duplexes.
Or townhouses; colonial style with loggias and arches, Victorian style with protruding windows and thin columns, thick and luxurious brownstone style, etc. Many of these old houses with different styles, colorful, neat and beautiful
With a history of about a hundred years, they are like well-groomed beauties, who have gone through vicissitudes of life without losing their splendor. Walking in the streets and alleys, enjoying the gentle leisure, admiring the red flowers and green grass in the front yards of every household, and the
The small decorative pieces that seem to be scattered there accidentally are pleasing to the eye and are too beautiful to behold.
The Humvee slowed down the streets of Brooklyn. Although New York City has become ruined and dilapidated by the war, Brooklyn, known as the City of Trees, still maintains the intact scene in many aspects.
The chaotic place is becoming the most secure place in New York, which has to be said to be an irony.
Shen Yi was sitting in the car watching the scenery on the street. He suddenly pointed to a restaurant in front and said, "I have eaten in that restaurant."
Wen Wen put down the telescope and looked at Shen Yi.
"I came to New York on a business trip two years ago, and a guy introduced me to this place. A young black man traveled all the way to China to learn Chinese cuisine, and after he came back he opened a Chinese restaurant. Can you imagine? He did better than the big ones.
Most Chinese people are decent, but the business there is not good. I have eaten there several times and made friends with him... I just saw him standing in front of the restaurant." Shen Yi smiled and looked at Wen Wen.
Wen Wen tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Do you think if you go there now, he will recognize you?"
There was a hint of confusion in Shen Yi's eyes: "I don't know..."
After thinking about it, he smiled and shook his head, "No, that's impossible. This is not the world we have experienced and are familiar with. They just look a lot like..."
He looked at Wen Wen: "It's just a group of NPCs."
Wen Wen opened her mouth, trying to say something but said nothing.
Shen Yi looked at the restaurant behind the car, his eyes full of sadness. If the people in the mission world are just a group of NPCs, then what about themselves? What are they?
No one can answer this answer.
His indulgent thoughts dispersed and gathered in the wind. Concentrating, he patted King Kong on the shoulder and said, "Stop here for a moment. I'll go get some information and come back."
"Are you sure you can find out the information you want here?" King Kong was a little doubtful.
The place where they are staying now is called 230 Street.
Place names in New York are mostly represented by numbers, starting from First Avenue and extending to hundreds of places away. For example, the famous fashion street Fifth Avenue and so on.
230 Street is a relatively famous street in Brooklyn, not because of its prosperity, but because of its chaos.
Long before the war between humans and mutants, this place was a famous place of chaos and a place for gang fights. There are more than 20 murders, kidnappings, thefts, and robberies that occur on 230 Street every year. In the famous movie "Die Hard 3", the New York policeman played by Bruce Willis was stripped down to his underwear in this area, with a sign hanging on his body that read "I hate niggas". ." He was almost eaten alive by local black people.
At this moment, facing King Kong's confused eyes, Shen Yi smiled slightly.
He said softly: "A place of chaos is often a place of good information."
There is a nightclub open on the corner of the street.
During the war years, all industries withered, but the entertainment form of nightclubs was almost unaffected. When people no longer had enough money to travel around and bask in the sun on the beach and look at the beauties on the beach, getting drunk became one of the most economical ways of entertainment.
Especially those thugs and gangsters who don't know tomorrow today. For them, seizing the time to enjoy youth is the focus of life.
Sweet music was playing in the nightclub. A large group of dancers were singing and dancing on the big stage in front of them. Bunny girls in three-point costumes were walking around carrying wine trays and asking customers what they wanted. There were customers everywhere in the box hugging girls and laughing loudly. , the cigar in his hand curled up with traces of smoke.
Shen Yi strolled to the bar, took out ten dollars and put it on the table: "Anything you want."
The bartender quickly brought Shen Yi a martini.
The U.S. dollars were exchanged by Shen Yi before entering the bloody city. Compared with those adventurers who rob first after entering the mission world, he prefers to solve problems in a gentler way. 1 bloody point is exchanged for 20 U.S. dollars. The exchange ratio between RMB and U.S. dollars is, Bloody City fixed it at an eternal 5 to 1. Shen Yi once said with a smile that this was Bloody City’s prediction of the future appreciation of the RMB, while Wen Wen thought the prediction was a bit derogatory.
"Do you need anything else? Sir." The bartender smiled attentively.
Shen Yi casually took out another ten dollars and handed it to the bartender: "Just answer my question."
"That depends on what the problem is." The bartender was very cautious and did not accept the money.
"I want to know who is the most informed person here."
The bartender looked a little embarrassed. He thought for a while and whispered into Shen Yi's ear: "If it's not too urgent, it's best not to look for him. That person is not easy to mess with."
"All you have to do is answer the questions."
"Ten dollars more," the bartender replied.
After getting twenty dollars, the bartender quickly put the money in his pocket, and then wiped the table with a rag while saying calmly: "Box 3, Mr. Mobley, I will not admit that I told you. "
"I understand." Shen Yi nodded.
After walking around the nightclub, Shen Yi found a seat and sat down.
From here, you can just see Box 3. Through the hanging bead curtain, you can vaguely see a middle-aged man, holding a bar girl on each side. Outside the box, there are two burly men standing naked. There are large tattoos on the arms.
Shen Yi looked at the middle-aged man for a while, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a bar girl came to him: "What do you need, sir?"
Shen Yi casually took out a stack of U.S. dollars and put it in the barmaid's hand: "Choose a bottle of good wine for me and give it to Mr. Mobley in Box 3."
"Do you need me to bring you anything?" The barmaid was very clever.
"No need to say anything."
Then the girl takes the money and leaves.
Not long after, a bottle of high-end red wine was delivered to box No. 3.
The middle-aged man asked a few questions in surprise, and after getting the answer, he looked at Shen Yi in the distance.
Shen Yi raised his glass in salute to the man from a distance.
Not long after, the barmaid came to Shen Yi and said, "Mr. Mobley, please come over."
In Box 3, Mobley stared at Shen Yi coldly.
This is a man with a cold face, one of those people who can tell what kind of person he is just by looking at his appearance.
Mobley is a well-known gangster in this area. He is mainly responsible for collecting and selling dirty things. The people who come into contact with the most for this kind of work are criminals, and they are also very well-informed. They can take both black and white, so they occasionally do some information trafficking. Business.
At this moment, Mobley looked at Shen Yi opposite him. After a while, he hugged the girl next to him and said:
"Do you know why I called this man over? It's not because he brought eight hundred dollars worth of wine, but because he didn't make any demands during the process. You know it's easy to find a group of freaks in this world. But it's difficult to find someone who is selfless and doesn't ask for anything in return." He said this to the girl next to him, but looked at Shen Yi: "I believe he is not the kind of person who doesn't ask for anything in return. In fact, I don't either. Don't deal with this kind of people. That can only mean one thing. Our friend does have something to ask me for, and he is very courageous and confident in what he does. But he obviously still underestimates me, Mobley. He should use Three thousand dollars worth of wine to attract my attention."
Mobley casually pointed to the wine on the table: "This bottle of wine allows you to sit in front of me, but as long as you say something that makes me unhappy, I will immediately ask you to throw you out."
Shen Yi smiled slightly: "I never thought about using eight hundred dollars to exchange for Mr. Mobley's lunch time. Although you are not Warren Buffett, in some aspects you can also provide one for having lunch with you. Pretty good price. Especially for someone as well informed as you.”
"That's what I know." Mobley muttered and wiped his mouth with a napkin: "Then tell me, what do you want to know?"
"There's news about mutants."
"If it's ordinary news, you can get enough information from anyone just by walking out of this box."
"News on where they are and how to find them."
"That's no ordinary news." Mobley narrowed his eyes, put the thick cigar in his mouth and took a few deep puffs. After exhaling a large circle of smoke, he slowly said: "Ten days Some time ago, some bastards bought a batch of arms at Lehman Brothers. Someone recognized one of them as a mutant. One of my guys paid close attention to the whereabouts of the weapons, and he got an address."
"I want that address."
Mobley looked at Shen Yi with some confusion. After thinking for a while, he dusted the cigar ashes in front of Shen Yi, and then said slowly: "I don't know where you are from, but I'm not interested either." .I don’t even want to know what your connection is with those mutant bastards. Want to get information from me? Yes. Three hundred thousand dollars.”
"Three hundred thousand US dollars?" Shen Yi smiled: "It's not cheap."
"That's the price the FBI comes to pay."
"No." Shen Yi shook his head: "If someone from the FBI comes over, they will throw you a document, which contains all the bad things you have done over the years. The total is enough to put you in jail for the rest of your life. Then you will take the initiative to tell them all the news they want to know, in exchange for you continuing to live a happy life, including continuing to kill guests like me."
Mobley chuckled. He hugged the woman next to him vigorously and pointed at Shen Yi with a finger holding a cigar: "I like this guy."
Then he slapped his hand on the table and shouted: "Take the money or get out! For the sake of the wine, you have the last chance to walk out on your own legs."
Shen Yi smiled lightly: "There is something I forgot to tell you. The reason why I gave you a bottle of wine worth eight hundred US dollars was not because I wanted to exchange it for your lunch time, but because I discovered that New York and I originally expected New York to be different. This is a chaotic era. Although money still has a role, it no longer has a dominant position. There is another thing that has more use value than money, and the cost is very low. Considering money It doesn't mean much to me anymore, so I can be more generous and use it as compensation for you."
"compensate?"
"Yes." Shen Yi smiled.
He took action with lightning speed, held down Mobley's head, and pressed his head firmly into the fruit bowl on the stage. The burly man outside heard the sound and was about to speak out when he saw this situation. Yi stretched out his left hand and pinched the neck of one of the big men. He lightly pressed the opponent's Adam's apple with his left thumb, and the big man fell softly to the ground. The other big man was about to take out his gun, but Shen Yi stepped on it. On the back of his feet, he grabbed his collar with his backhand, pulled him down to the front of the stage, and knocked him on the back of the head. The big man also rolled his eyes and fell down on the spot.
This set of attack movements was as smooth as flowing water. Shen Yi easily eliminated the two bodyguards around Mobley without even standing up. The two women around Mobley had just reacted at this time and were about to scream in fear. Yelling, Shen Yi had already put his finger to his mouth and made a hissing gesture.
Picking up Mobley casually, this guy had fruits all over his face.
Picking a crushed grape from Mobley's face, Shen Yi held a small toothpick and said to Mobley with a smile: "Give me the address, or I will pick your eyes like grapes." Come down and stuff it into your mouth."
His expression was gentle, and he didn't look like someone who could do anything cruel. But Mobley was used to all kinds of gangsters, and he knew that judging a person's cruelty and cruelty was not based on his expression but on his methods. As soon as Shen Yi made a move, he He easily brought down two bodyguards without even frowning. He took action as soon as he told himself to do so. His movements were fast and ruthless, which fully demonstrated that this was a master who was used to seeing troubles and was by no means an empty threat.
To be able to get to this point, he didn't have to cry after seeing the coffin. Mobley immediately replied: "145th Street... the Hudson Building, there is an underground garage there, and there are at least twenty mutants there! "
"Very good." Shen Yi nodded with satisfaction and slightly loosened his grip on Mobley's hand.
After dusting off the residue on Mobley and patting his face, Shen Yi said in as gentle a tone as possible: "You know that most of the time I don't like to use violence to solve problems, but I have to admit that it often happens. It is indeed a very effective solution. This bottle of wine is an apology. I wish you a pleasant night."
With that said, Shen Yi stood up and walked out. He glanced around casually and was about to leave when a scene suddenly flashed before his eyes.
A young Caucasian man was coming out of the next box, with a bloody coat of arms clearly visible on his wrist.
Adventurer?
Shen Yi was shocked.
At this time, the adventurer also saw Shen Yi, with the same look of disbelief and horror in his eyes.
The two of them looked back at the box where they came out at the same time, and Shen Yi said sharply:
"Who is sitting in the box next to you?"
"My men."
"Is the guy who discovered the mutant traces also in the box?"
"Yes." Mobley didn't understand why the other party suddenly asked this question.
"Damn it!" Shen Yi yelled angrily.
The white man not far away was obviously also asking the people in the box, and got the same answer, and also issued an angry scolding.
The two people looked at each other again, with blazing fire in their eyes.
The next moment, they suddenly ran towards the door of the nightclub at the same time.
Shen Yi quickly rushed out of the nightclub, jumped into the Hummer from the car window with Jackie Chan's signature moves, and shouted: "Quick! Drive!"
At the same time, the white young man also rushed out and ran towards a red sports car not far away, shouting the same: "Drive! Drive quickly!"
King Kong started and asked: "What happened?"
Shen Yi replied calmly: "It's nothing, I just met other adventurers and they also got the address. If you don't drive faster, the meat will be someone else's if you arrive late."
"Damn it!" King Kong yelled, stepped on the accelerator, and the Hummer rushed out.
The two cars started at the same time and sped toward 145th Street.
The red sports car started a little later than King Kong and the others, and fell behind the Hummer. The driver was a young and attractive blond woman, and there were two men sitting in the back seat of the car, one white and one black.
At this moment, seeing the Hummer passing in front of them, the young white man sitting in the passenger seat shouted: "Vina! You better go faster, we have to get ahead of them!"
"Don't worry!" the blonde woman replied with a sweet smile.
She casually opened a control box on the bridge, revealing a row of buttons. The blond woman pressed one of the red buttons and smiled softly at the white young man: "Inject nitric oxide."
The sports car's exhaust pipe sprayed out a raging flame, and the red sports car flew out like an arrow, surpassing the Hummer in an instant.
"Oh!" The adventurers in the red sports car shouted loudly and proudly at the same time. The white man from before even extended his middle finger to Shen Yi in the car.
"Damn it!" Hong Lang punched the console with a punch, causing the console baffle to fall off, exposing countless wires inside: "King Kong, how can you, an idiot, drive!"
"That car has been modified!" King Kong replied loudly: "The speed of our car cannot match it, and I am not familiar with the road enough!"
Shen Yidao: "Ren Wen, look at the map and find the best route to 145th Street! Estimate the time it will take to get there."
Wen Wen spread out the map and kept stroking it with her fingers: "145th Street is in Queens. It takes at least 68 blocks to get there. If there is no traffic jam on the road, it will take about 40 minutes to get there. Arrived. But with their speed, I estimate it will take at most 30 minutes to arrive."
"Ten minutes is enough to kill all the mutants several times. We must get ahead of them, Gentle, and find a route that allows us to get there within twenty minutes!"
"That's much easier." Wen Wen used her finger to draw a straight line between 145th Street and the current location: "Just drive a straight line."
People in the car, you look at me, I look at you.
"Oh, no!" King Kong shook his head: "That's crazy."
"Let me do the crazy things." Shen Yi said with a smile: "I will drive this time, and you will be the pilot, Wen Wen."
"But I'm not a professional navigator." Wen Wenwen exclaimed.
"We don't need professionalism."
At this moment, Hong Lang suddenly shouted angrily: "There was a rear-end collision ahead, causing a traffic jam. Damn it, it was those adventurers who did it."
"It doesn't matter." Shen Yi replied calmly: "We won't be able to use this road for too long."
"Fasten your seat belt!" King Kong roared hysterically.