death of hope

Chapter 350 "Enterprise Warrior" (265) Mandarin Duck Killer

Cygnus Delta Colony, New Brooklyn Neighborhood

This is an African-American gathering area, a soil that breeds crime, and a place where hallucinogens and illegal guns are rampant.

Rapper Mr Black Donkey Dick is jamming on the street,
The lyrics are full of hun jokes and nasty swear words, and there are several FxxK, shxt and Nxgger in one sentence.

Mr Black Donkey Dick is a rapper with a very radical political position. He unabashedly vents his dissatisfaction with the privileged class of gangsters from poor neighborhoods.

At the same time, his own life is extremely decadent and depraved. He is a key member of the black gang Cripple Gang,
Addictive drugs, guns, violence, and the pursuit of sex are also reflected in the lyrics, such a style can be widely praised in the gang-lined New Brooklyn neighborhood.

The impromptu performance went to the last song, Mr Black Donkey Dick's famous song "Shut the FXXK up BitXH!" "(Shut your 13 mouth, cousin!)
The rapper took the microphone and sprayed a long string of non-repetitive swear words, and the DJ who was playing crazily was already sweating,

Hundreds of drugged-up fans have gone into a state of madness,
Misty eyes, swaying hair, raised arms, swaying to the rhythm of rap, like some kind of cult ritual.

Outside the crowd, wearing a hooded camouflage windbreaker, sunglasses and a peaked cap, two mysterious people, one tall and one short, watched from a distance,

When the rally was over, they drove behind the rapper's car.

After crossing the underground bridge, I came to the ruins of a closed factory. There were only two cars left on the road. The car behind suddenly accelerated to be side by side with the car in front.

The window of the rear car fell down, the black-haired woman took off her hat and sunglasses, and greeted the driver of the car in front with a smile:
"Hello, handsome guy! How about a chat?"

The driver slammed down the window angrily: "Yellow-skinned Asian girl? Why don't you hang out in Chinatown, come to our black neighborhood?"

"I, I like the tall and mighty Brother Hei the most."

"Hey, what a coincidence, we also like the small and cute little yellow-skinned sister."

"Thank you~"

"I'm just a driver, your prey must be someone else, sister."

"You guessed it, I'm a fan of Mr. Black Donkey Dick! Didn't make it to the concert, can you please stop and let the boss sign my clothes?"

At this time, the windows of the rear seats fell, and a choking smoke of hallucinogens came out. The people inside were obviously high on drugs, and they kept twitching and coughing.

Mr Black Donkey Dick hugged a delicate Latina girl, and he looked at the "fanatic fans" who came up to ask for autographs. He grinned wide, revealing his big shiny gold teeth:
"You said you were a big fan, but you missed Lao Tzu's impromptu concert, girl, as punishment, come to our party and atone for your sin."

"Serving dishes? Do you like maids?" The black-haired woman raised her eyebrows and smiled: "And then?"

"Helping me to sleep, the hallucinogens are enough. Recently, black girls, white girls, and Latin girls are all happy, and there is still a yellow-skinned girl. You look very punctual, girl."

The black-haired woman licked her tongue: "Ask a question, are you really as powerful as the rumors say?"

"Haha, what are you talking about, girl! Don't forget, my stage name is Mr Black Donkey Dick! Donkey-sized things are not bragging 13! Can it satisfy you?"

"I wish for it! Stop quickly, Brother Hei, I'll get in your car, let's have fun together."

Just as the driver was about to slow down and stop, the DJ in the passenger seat suddenly shouted: "Wait! This is not right! Maybe...it's a trap!"

"Trap? I'll go to your M's son of a bitch! What the hell is wrong with you!" The rapper in the back seat scolded: "Such a decent Asian girl, as long as she is not a eunuch, no normal person will Heartbeat?!"

"You're so fucking stupid! BD! Hurry up and piss, wash your face and wake up!
(BD is the abbreviation of Mr Black Donkey Dick, black gangs are used to calling friends by abbreviation.)
"Our black cripple gang is fighting with the Asian triad gang in Chinatown. Many people die every day. The streets are full of blood.
Just at this moment, a beautiful and heavenly yellow-skinned girl appeared, and suddenly threw herself into the arms of you, the backbone of the Cripple Gang. This is so obvious that she wants to kidnap you! "

"Hey! I almost got fucked!"

Most of the rapper's drug strength dissipated in an instant, and he drew out his Browning automatic pistol and was about to shoot.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired beauty moved faster, picked up a short sword VK submachine gun, and poured out 30 rounds of tungsten alloy armor-piercing bullets in the magazine in two seconds, the bulletproof car door was pierced, and the rapper was shot in the arm.

The driver and co-driver of the previous vehicle were beaten to the point of brain damage and died on the spot.

Mr Black Donkey Dick was riding in a Cadillac limousine. The moment the driver died, he canceled the manual driving mode and switched to AI automatic driving.

"Wow, what a cool car, rappers make so much money." The black-haired woman said to the driver beside her, "Luoda, give this ghost a hard job."

"Hahaha, no problem, I finally have a chance to experiment with my new work! Hongye, this baby is for you."

The black-haired woman got out of the skylight, picked up the bazooka and launched it towards the road ahead. The projectile dragged its tail flame and hit the road. Instead of exploding, it automatically disintegrated into dozens of petal spider mines.

The intelligent AI driving system cannot identify the threat, because this weapon is self-made and has not been added to the database, so it just ran over.
The [-]-ton Cadillac bulletproof limousine was blown up and knocked upside down on the ground. Other mine fragments were ordered to de-fuze one after another and scrapped automatically.

The car behind followed slowly, and Lodayev used a crowbar to pry open the deformed door, pulled out a bloody Latina woman from inside the limousine, and let her go.

The rapper wanted to fight back with a gun, but a dart pierced his palm, and the gun fell, wailing in pain.

"Ouch! Don't kill me! Surrender! Surrender!"

"If you dare to move around again, the next dart will hurt your eyes!" Wang Hongye pulled out a ring-shouldered knife, swung the knife in a handsome posture, cut off the seat belt, and rapped and sang like a butcher dragging a dead pig. The singer came out.

"Don't kill me! I'm just a name in the Cripple Gang. I'm just a singer. I have no grievances with you Chinatown!"

"Look, you scared the girl!" Lodayev said, "This big boss thinks we are the killers of the Triple Gang."

Like a dog chain, Wang Hongye caught the rapper's big gold chain, strangling him until he couldn't breathe:

"Let's go, great artist, our boss has something to ask you."

(End of this chapter)