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Chapter 197 The local gangs are really rude

A few days later, America.

The names here surprisingly matched those in Lu Wenwu's previous life, which made him feel inexplicably familiar with this very free country.

At once.
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Although this was the first time he had come here in his two lifetimes, even if it was the United States in a parallel universe, he was extremely familiar with both places.

They are California, where I used to learn jungle skills every day, and Los Santos, which I don’t know who has been buying.

Although it was my first time here, the familiarity was just like being home.

Of course, the target location predicted by the Lord of Destiny was not here, so Lu Wenwu could only go there secretly and get the job done.

It's a pity that there is no square jungle instructor in this world, and there is no one who thinks he can enjoy free medical care after being beaten up by an old Mo, but ends up getting a debt of five thousand dollars as a donut. It's really boring.

But how to say it
This place is so free and there is no shortage of fun.

Especially after Lu Wenwu discovered that their destination this time was Florida, a state of outstanding people and beautiful scenery.

In this damn place, you can not live, but you can't not live.

The monsters and demons strolling on the street were more outrageous than each other, and they looked even more devilish than the demon cultivators.

The old Taoist priest walked side by side with Lu Wenwu on the side of the road, and his forehead never relaxed.

He kept muttering some words that were not very elegant and did not seem to be in line with the status of an immortal.

The disgust in his eyes was so much that it was about to overflow, and he made no effort to hide it.

"Barbarians! What a bunch of uncivilized barbarians! Even the monkeys and savages living in the jungles of Southeast Asia are more civilized than them!"

The old Taoist priest was muttering again, his snow-white beard trembling with anger.

"In a world like this, how dare they talk about being a beacon of the world? After this world-destroying catastrophe is resolved, I will definitely ask the Emperor of Heaven to lead an expedition to the Western God Realm, so that those guys in the Western world who claim to be civilized people will know what true civilization is!"

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

"Open the door!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

"Get out! Nigger!"

"boom!"

"Don't move, give me your money!"

"Please, don't hurt me!"

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Before the old Taoist priest finished speaking, a zero-dollar shopping event took place on the street where the two of them were.

However, the Florida guy was obviously a hot-tempered person and was not going to tolerate these robbers. He grabbed a shotgun from under the counter and started a fierce exchange of fire with the other side.

For a moment, the whole street was filled with the sound of pistols, rifles, and shotguns.

Shouts, prayers, and screams could be heard.

The experienced American shot his head off and lay down the first second the gunshot sounded, quickly crawling on the ground to find cover and crouch to defend himself against the headshot.

The inexperienced ones are still running around screaming in the streets, not afraid of being shot by stray bullets.

Some people who just want to watch the fun and enjoy the trouble even took the opportunity to expand the scale of zero-yuan shopping, and took advantage of the chaos to rob shop owners and passers-by who looked like easy targets.

The shooting skills of both sides in the fierce battle were crooked one after another, and after fighting for a long time, no one was killed - it might be possible that they did not want to cause any casualties.

However, as the gunfight lasted longer, the scale of the melee became larger and larger.

Both sides are outstanding cattle and horses on this land, and neither wants to lose face.

So, they actually started waving their hands in unison during the gunfight, calling on their friends to come for support.

Seeing the constipated expression on the old Taoist priest's face, Lu Wenwu, who was holding Maomao, immediately laughed and said, "In free America, there are gunfights every day. Old man, you have to get used to it."

"Who are you calling old man?" Lord Fate glared at him. "You are an old man who practices body cultivation. You just look a little younger. Why are you calling me old man?"

"No matter what, it's your fault that your body is so old." Lu Wenwu laughed. "Besides, you can obviously adjust your body back to the state of your youth, but you insist on maintaining this immortal look. Are you blaming me for calling you old man?"

Lu Wenwu did not explain his actual age.

It does not matter.

There is no need
For the sake of Lord Destiny's health, it would be better for him not to know.

"Oh yes, it seems that these black guys are not ordinary thugs. They were calling their brothers just now. They seem to be members of an organization called the Wild Wolf Gang." Lu Wenwu pulled the old Taoist priest forward two steps and came to a better viewing position.

The disdain on Lord Destiny's face grew stronger. "What the hell are these Wild Wolf Gang and Wild Dog Gang? Out of the ten organizations we've taken down along the way, seven or eight have these names. Don't these Western barbarians have any culture at all?"

"Hey, what you said is not right."

Lu Wenwu took out two bottles of Coke from his backpack.

"Who would join a gang if they have enough education? Aren't they just dropouts who are just hanging around here to make a living? Who knows when they will be killed. Hey, you old man, you don't follow martial ethics. You stole my Coke, didn't you?"

"You call me old man. Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a traditional virtue of our Eastern culture. What's wrong with me drinking a little?" The Lord of Destiny said with confidence.

This is what happened after just a few days of interacting with Lu Wenwu.

I don’t know if it’s my nature or if I just associate bad things with bad people.

"Are you sure the power of destiny gave us guidance here? There are only a bunch of ordinary thugs here."

Lu Wenwu didn't care about the Coke that was snatched away, and enjoyed this American blockbuster up close in the VIP viewing seat.

"There are no traces of the supernatural within ten kilometers, nor any energy fluctuations or traces of Western cultivators. Could it be that you are old and confused and made a mistake?"

"Fuck off!"

Lord Destiny had been completely assimilated and even rolled his eyes.

"My school has been passed down since the mythological era. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a living fossil in the world of cultivators. How can it be false?"

Lu Wenwu shrugged. "But we didn't find any real clues after wandering around for a week, did we? We did take down a few of those seemingly evil cult dens, but they were all idle mortals."

It would have been fine if he hadn’t mentioned this, but as soon as he mentioned this, the Lord of Destiny’s defense broke down.

The expression was visibly strained.

There is no other reason, it's just that this place called America is just too damn free.

It is so free that it is simply a paradise for magic practitioners and a holy land for the devil cult.

Not to mention the modern and ancient magic practitioners hidden among the crowd, there are countless small sects created by ordinary people themselves that worship some inexplicable evil gods.

There are just as many of them as bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

What makes Lord Destiny even more uncomfortable is that the "freedom" of this place has also spawned countless businesses.

It can even be said that in this place, as long as you have enough money, you can buy anything.

Even if it's someone else's life.

When Lu Wenwu said this, Lord of Destiny immediately thought of what happened three days ago.

On that day, the two of them rushed into a large-scale evil cult sacrificial den, thinking that they had made some progress in their search for the "Great Lord of Heaven".

Because according to the mental scan, the number of people sacrificed alive there was as high as hundreds.

As a result, when they both rushed in, they found that both the people offering sacrifices and those being sacrificed in this secret place were just a group of mortals.

A group of mortals, actually sacrificed their bodies and flesh to the so-called evil god in broad daylight! They are even more evil than the devil cultivators!

Stupid and bad!

Just when Lu Wenwu was happily watching the show with Maomao and the God of Destiny, each with a bottle of Coke, a thin and skinny black man slowly approached from the side with a spray gun, and a hint of violence flashed in his eyes.

As if to confirm that the person in front of him hadn't noticed, the monkey-like guy immediately jumped out, loaded the shotgun in his hand with a click, and shouted in a very nigger tone:
"Two damn yellow monkeys, hand over all the money you have on you to me!"

"What is this Kunlun slave saying here?"

The Lord of Destiny was already angry, and when he heard someone barking, the disgust on his face became even more intense.

"I bought it for free." Lu Wenwu shrugged.

He smiled at the nigger, pointed at the shotgun in his hand, and asked in a very authentic Old Washington Stars and Stripes accent: "Is this the first time you use this thing?"

"Damn yellow monkey, what the hell are you talking about!" The skinny black man yelled with his fat purple lips open.

Then there was another crisp "click" sound, and the shotgun in his hand was loaded with ammunition again.

The red and yellow shotgun shells were ejected from the gun barrel, fell on the asphalt ground with a few muffled sounds, and rolled to Lu Wenwu's feet.

"See, I told you it was your first time using a shotgun."

Lu Wenwu bent down, picked up the two fallen shotgun shells, and squeezed them casually.

"Watch less Hollywood movies. Not all shotguns need to be pumped like the Governor or Will Smith before firing. That will only waste your bullets."

"Clap."

"boom!"

The sudden sound of a gun falling and the sound of a gun accidentally firing and hitting Lu Wenwu suddenly made the atmosphere in the venue become subtle.

All this happened just because Lu Wenwu used a little more force when squeezing the bullets, and accidentally exploded the gunpowder inside the two bullets, and also accidentally squeezed a large number of steel balls into a twisted metal ball.

The shotgun that hit Lu Wenwu almost in the face did not cause any damage. It just turned into small pieces of iron that fell to the ground one after another with a crackling sound, like rain.

"Devil, devil! You are a devil!"

The black man, who was so scared that he dropped the gun in his hand, collapsed to the ground, some dirty stuff flowing out from his crotch, and he moved backwards with his trembling limbs.

"Devil? Tsk, I'm not that cheap."

Lu Wenwu sneered and moved his right hand slightly.

The metal ball he was holding instantly passed through the black man's head and sank into a big tree in the distance.

"Fifth Master, I am a real devil from the abyss, a ghost messenger from the netherworld. Even if Satan comes, he has to carry my shoes. Who the hell is the devil? How dare you compare yourself to me?"

Theoretically speaking, Lu Wenwu does not actually have the bloodline of the abyss demon.

He does have some dragon blood characteristics and a large amount of dimensional wanderer blood characteristics, so there is nothing wrong with calling himself a dragon or a space wanderer.

but.
Looking at the two pieces of pseudo-mythical equipment with a strong aura of the abyss on him, plus the iconic dragon transformation.

Even if he said that he was not a demon from the abyss, I'm afraid no one would believe him.

If that's the case, then so be it.

There's nothing wrong with being a demon.

Who says that the half-dragon space wanderers in the spiritual abyss are not demons!
"Old man, if you don't have any objections, I'm going to start working."

Lu Wenwu handed Maomao's dog leash to the Lord of Destiny, a kind smile appeared on his face, and he relaxed his body.

"Go ahead, go ahead. I won't stop you this time. At worst, I'll settle the score later." Lord Fate snorted fiercely, "This country of filthy people should have been destroyed long ago!"

"That would be easy to handle."

Lu Wenwu walked forward with a sinister smile, and his figure suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

Five seconds later, the gunfight that had spread across half a block came to an abrupt end.

All that was left on the ground was the headless body of the black man.

Lu Wenwu's figure left and came back.

He used a water-gathering technique to condense a bubble from the air and used it to wash his hands.

"All solved?"

"Hard to say."

Lu Wenwu glanced in a certain direction at the end of the street and once again revealed his bloodthirsty grin.

"How many more people will die next depends on the choice of Mr. Tucker."

Tucker, the leader of a large gang in Florida.

However, as a gangster mixed up in the underworld, this is only his superficial identity, and also the superficial identity of a high-level core member of the gang.

This group of people are actually followers of a sect called "Church of Light", and they all worship a god named "Supreme God of Light".

They paid tribute in exchange for the god's blessing, thus gaining some super powers.

In America, this kind of thing is not difficult.

Again.

As long as you are rich enough, you can easily take someone's life here.

What’s more, it’s a state-level gang?
They are undoubtedly the dark emperors under Florida, secretly controlling everything here.

Precisely because of his devotion to the Supreme God of Light, Tucker often follows his leader to support gangs of all sizes, continuously expand the influence of the dark world, and spread the "gospel" to other neighboring states.

When it comes to faith, whether it is good or bad, ignorant people are most likely to be fooled.

Where can I find such a person?
With the support of big gangs, the Florida underworld, with its talented people and beautiful scenery, produces a large number of such "silly boys" every year.

Tucker is such a kind-hearted person who continues to travel to many areas in Florida to provide one-on-one assistance.

Today, he was having fun at bars and strip clubs with his buddies as usual.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly received a call for help from a supported force, so he came here with his men without saying a word.

Then?

Then Tucker was dumbfounded.

He watched helplessly as a gang member accidentally fired a gun and shot a tall man in the stomach.

Instead of being unharmed, the man crushed the shotgun in his hand and threw it back, shooting the gangster in the head.

Then, the tall man disappeared for just a few seconds, and the fierce gunfight stopped.

More than a dozen gang members had their heads chopped off. Their headless bodies were lying neatly in a row on the road, and their blood had dyed the entire road scarlet.

But the tall man appeared at this time and looked in his direction.

"How many more people will die next depends on the choice of Mr. Tucker."

Tucker admitted.

At this moment, his legs were so weak that he wanted to kneel down to that man.

(End of this chapter)