Chapter 9 New York Killing Contest (3)

The time enters the 8th hour.

The Humvee whized by on the street, Wenrou still used the binoculars to search for targets from time to time.

Hong Lang was always paying attention to the leaderboard on the bloody emblem.

Fortunately, during this period of time, most of the adventurers' kill values ​​had a limited increase. Those adventurers who ranked in the top ten also seemed to have lost their luck, and their grades rose slowly.

This made Hong Lang breathe a sigh of relief.

When one's own grades are not good, watching others' grades is equally bad is undoubtedly the greatest psychological comfort.

Especially when this kind of achievement is related to one's own wealth and life.

The Humvee has already entered the Brooklyn area, and when it gets here, it is almost considered to have officially entered the New York City area.

Brooklyn used to be a well-known black ghetto. Due to the low level of education, it was once the area with the highest crime rate in the United States, and was regarded by some as a chaotic, dirty, and sinful place of origin. With the changes of the times and the development of society, Brooklyn's former notoriety has gradually improved. Although the blacks here still hold a hostile attitude towards foreign races, after the emergence of mutants and the birth of new racism, even blacks themselves Involved in this new race war.

Perhaps because of the history of black slaves, black people always hate racism, so compared to white people, a considerable number of black people sympathize with and even support mutants. The consequence of this is that Brooklyn has been minimally affected by the war.

The streets in much of Brooklyn are laid out like a checkerboard; many streets are named with numbers. On both sides of the broad and bustling commercial avenue, there are many small streets and alleys in quiet residential areas. The houses are colorful, but the architectural styles in each small street are often relatively consistent. Except for some apartment buildings with no more than six floors, the general residences are mostly two-story buildings, including large independent houses in the shade, fairy-tale-style pointed houses, exquisite and practical duplexes or row houses; there are open corridors and arches. The colonial style of the circle, the Victorian style of the window and thin columns, the thick and luxurious brownstone style, and so on. These old houses with different styles, colorful, neat and beautiful, most of them have a history of about a hundred years, they are like the middle-aged mistresses who have been carefully dressed, vicissitudes yet gorgeous. Strolling in the streets and alleys, enjoying the gentle leisure, watching the unique red flowers and green grass in the front yards of every household, as well as the decorations that seem to be scattered there unintentionally, it is pleasing to the eye and beautiful.

The Humvee slowed down on Brooklyn Street. Although New York City has become withered and dilapidated under the ravages of war, Brooklyn, known as the City of Trees, remains intact in many ways—— It has to be said that it is an irony that what was once a chaotic place is becoming the safest place in New York.

Shen Yi was sitting in the car watching the scenery on the street, he suddenly pointed to a restaurant in front of him and said, "I ate at that restaurant."

Gentle put down the binoculars to look at Shen Yi.

“I came to New York two years ago on a business trip, and a guy introduced me to this place. A black guy went all the way to China to learn Chinese food, and he opened a Chinese restaurant after he came back. Can you imagine? Most of the Chinese are still authentic, but the business there is not good. I have eaten there a few times and made friends with him... I just saw him standing in front of the restaurant." Shen Yi smiled gently.

Gentle tilted her head and thought for a while, then said: "Do you think if you go over now, he will know you?"

A trace of confusion appeared in Shen Yi's eyes: "I don't know..."

After thinking for a while, he smiled and shook his head, "No, it's impossible. This is not the world we have experienced and are familiar with. They just look alike..."

He looked at Wen Rou: "It's just a group of NPCs."

Rourou opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything after all.

Shen Yi looked at the restaurant left behind by the car, his eyes were full of sadness - if the people in the mission world are just a group of NPCs, what about them themselves? What are they?

No one can answer this answer.

Indulgent thoughts scatter and gather in the blowing of the wind,

Concentrating, he patted King Kong on the shoulder and said, "Stop here for a while, I'll go get some news and come back."

"Are you sure you can find out the news you want here?" King Kong was a little suspicious.

The place where they are staying is called 230th Street.

The place names in New York are mostly represented by numbers, starting from First Avenue and extending to hundreds of digits. Such as the famous fashion street Fifth Avenue and so on.

230th Street is a relatively famous street in Brooklyn, but not because of its prosperity, but because of its chaos.

Long before the war between humans and mutants, it was known as a place of chaos and gang fights. There are more than 20 homicides on 230th Street every year, and countless cases of kidnapping, theft, and rape. In the famous movie "Die Hard 3", the New York policeman played by Bruce Willis was stripped to only a pair of underwear in this area. At the same time, there was a sign on his body that read "I hate black Ghost."—He was almost eaten alive by the local blacks.

Facing King Kong's suspicious eyes at this moment, Shen Yi smiled slightly.

He said softly: "A place of chaos is often a place of good news."

There is a nightclub in operation around the corner of the street.

In the era of war, all industries withered, but the entertainment form of nightclubs was hardly affected. When people don't have enough money to travel around and sunbathe on the beach to see beach beauties, getting drunk becomes one of the most economical ways of entertainment.

Especially those thugs and gangsters who don't know tomorrow. For them, taking the time to enjoy their youth is the focus of life.

Sweet music is playing in the nightclub, and a large group of dancers are singing and dancing on the big stage in front of them. The bunny girls in three-point costumes are walking around with wine trays, asking the needs of the guests, and there are guests hugging the girls everywhere in the box, talking and laughing loudly , the cigar in his hand curled up with a little smoke.

Shen Yi strolled to the front of the bar, took out ten dollars and put it on the stage: "Come and order anything."

The bartender quickly brought Shen Yi a glass of martini.

The dollars were exchanged by Shen Yi before he entered the bloody city. Compared with those adventurers who first entered the mission world, he prefers to use a softer way to solve the problem. 1 bloody point is exchanged for 20 US dollars, and the exchange rate between RMB and US dollars is fixed at 5:1 by Bloody City. Shen Yi once said with a smile that this is Bloody City’s prediction of the future appreciation of RMB. belittle.

"Do you need anything more? Sir." The bartender smiled attentively.

Shen Yi casually took out another ten dollar bill 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 take the money.

"I want to know who the best informed person here is."

The bartender's expression was a bit perplexed, he thought for a while, then leaned into Shen Yi's ear and said in a low voice: "If there is nothing 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."

"Another ten dollars," the bartender replied.

After receiving the twenty dollars, the bartender quickly put the money in his pocket, then wiped the table with a rag, and said calmly: "Box No. 3, Mr. Mobley, I will not admit that I told you. "

"Understood." Shen Yi nodded.

After walking around the nightclub venue, Shen Yi found a seat and sat down.

From here, you can just see the No. 3 box, and through the hanging bead curtain, you can vaguely see a middle-aged man, with a bar girl on the left and right. Outside the box, there were two burly men standing, with large tattoos on their bare arms.

Shen Yi took a good look 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 US dollars and put it in the hands of the barmaid: "Choose a good bottle of wine for me, and give it to Mr. Mobley in Box No. 3."

"Do you need me to bring you something?" The bar girl is very clever.

"No need to say anything."

Then the girl took the money and left.

Not long after, a bottle of high-end red wine was delivered to box No. 3.

The middle-aged man asked a few words in surprise, and looked at Shen Yi in the distance after getting the answer.

Shen Yi raised his glass to the man in salute.

Not long after, Ba Nu came to Shen Yi's side and said, "Mr. Mobley invites you to come over."

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In box No. 3, Mobley stared at Shen Yi coldly.

This is a man with a cold face, who belongs to the kind of guy who can tell what kind of person he is just by looking at his appearance.

Mobley is a well-known black hand in this area. He is mainly responsible for collecting and selling dirty things. The people who do this kind of work have the most contact with criminals, and they are also very well-informed, and they can take both black and white, so they occasionally do some news selling business.

At this moment Mobley looked at Shen Yi opposite, and after a while, he put his arms around the girl beside him and said:

"You know why I called this guy over here? Not because he delivered eight hundred dollars worth of wine, but because he didn't ask for anything during the process. You know it's easy to find a bunch of freaks in this world, But it's very difficult to find someone who is selfless and doesn't ask for anything in return." He said to the girl beside him, but his eyes looked at Shen Yi: "I believe he is not the kind of person who doesn't ask for anything in return. Do not deal with such people. That can only explain one thing, our friend does ask me for something, and he is very courageous and confident in doing things, but he obviously still underestimates me Mobley, he should use $3,000 worth of wine to get my attention."

Mobley pointed to the wine on the stage casually: "This bottle of wine can let you 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 of using 800 dollars in exchange for Mr. Mobley's lunch time. Although you are not Warren Buffett, in some ways you can also offer a price for having lunch with you." Pretty good price. Especially for a well-informed person like you."

"Just so," muttered Mobley, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Then tell me, what do you want to know?"

"There's news about mutants."

"If it's ordinary news, if you walk out of this box, you can ask anyone you want enough."

"Information about where they are and how to find them."

"That's not ordinary news." Mobley squinted his eyes, put a thick cigar in his mouth and took a few puffs, and after exhaling a large circle of smoke, he said slowly: "Ten days A few days ago, a few bastards bought a batch of arms from Lehman Brothers. Someone recognized one of them as a mutant. One of my buddies observed the whereabouts of these weapons, and he got an address."

"I want that address."

Mobley looked at Shen Yi with some doubts. 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 came from, but I'm not interested either." .I don't even want to know what you have to do with the mutant bastards. Want to hear from me? Yes. Three hundred thousand dollars."

"Three hundred thousand dollars?" Shen Yi smiled: "It's not cheap."

"That's the price the FBI came to."

"No." Shen Yi shook his head: "If people from the FBI come over, they will throw you a document, which contains all the immoral things you have done in these years, which is enough to make you stay in prison forever 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 to continue to live a happy life, including continuing to slaughter guests like me."

Mobley giggled, he hugged the woman beside him vigorously, and pointed at Shen Yi with his finger holding the cigar: "I like this guy."

Then he slapped his hand on the table, and said in a low voice: "Either take the money, or get out! For the sake of the wine, you still have the last chance to walk out with 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 dollars is not because I want to use it to exchange for your lunch time, but because I found that the current New York and I expected New York to be different. This is a chaotic era where money is useful but no longer dominant. There is another thing that is more useful than money and it costs very little. Considering money It doesn't mean much to me anymore, so I can be more generous and use it as compensation to you."

"compensate?"

"Yes." Shen Yi smiled.

He shot like lightning, 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 make a sound when he saw the situation. Shen Yi stretched out his left hand and grabbed one of the big men by the neck. He fell to the ground limply. Another big man was about to draw a gun, Shen Yi stepped on his instep, grabbed his collar with his backhand, pulled him down, pulled him to the front of the stage, and knocked him on the back of the head, the big man did the same. He rolled his eyes and got down on the spot.

This set of attack moves was as smooth as flowing water, and Shen Yi easily dealt with the two bodyguards beside Mobley without even standing up. The two women beside Mobley had just reacted at this moment, and were about to scream in fright, Shen Yi had already put his finger to his mouth and made a booing gesture.

Picking up Mobley casually, this guy has melons and fruits all over his face.

Picking a crushed grape from Mobley's face, Shen Yi smiled and said to Mobley with a small toothpick: "Give me the address, or I will pick your eyeballs as grapes." Come down and stuff it in your mouth."

His expression is gentle, not at all like someone who can handle tricks. But Mobley is used to all kinds of gangsters, and he knows that the ruthlessness of a person is not judged by his expression but by his means. As soon as Shen Yi made a move, he easily knocked down the two bodyguards without even frowning. He said to himself that he would do it right away. His movements were fast and ruthless.

Being able to get as far as him, you don't have to see the coffin to cry, Mobley immediately replied: "145th Street... Hudson Building, there is an underground garage, there are at least 20 mutants there! "

"Very good." Shen Yi nodded in satisfaction, and slightly let go of Mobley's hand.

Brushing away the dregs on Mobley's body, and patted 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 It is indeed a very effective solution. This bottle of wine is an apology, and I wish you a pleasant evening."

With that said, Shen Yi stood up and walked out. He glanced around casually, and was about to leave when a scene flashed before him.

A young Caucasian man was coming out of the next box, and there was a bloody coat of arms on his wrist.

Adventurer?

Shen Yi was shocked.

At this moment, the adventurer also saw Shen Yi, with an unbelievable look of horror in his eyes.

The two looked back at the box they came out of at the same time, Shen Yi said sharply:

"Who is sitting in the box next to you?"

"My men."

"Is the guy who found the trace of the mutant also in the box?"

"Yes." Mobley didn't understand why the other party asked this question suddenly.

"Damn it!" Shen Yi cursed angrily.

The Caucasian man not far away was obviously also asking the people in the box, and got the same answer, and also scolded angrily.

The two looked at each other again, and flames shot out from their eyes.

The next moment, they suddenly ran towards the door of the nightclub at the same time.

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Shen Yi quickly rushed out of the nightclub, jumped into the Humvee through the car window with Jackie Chan's signature movements, and shouted: "Quick! Drive!"

At the same time, the caucasian young man also rushed out, ran towards a red sports car not far away, and also shouted: "Drive! Drive!"

King Kong asked as he started, "What happened?"

Shen Yi replied: "It's nothing, just met other adventurers, 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 Humvee 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 landed behind the Hummer. The driver was a young and flirtatious blond woman, and there were two men sitting in the back seat of the car, one white and one black.

Seeing the Hummer drive by in front of them at this moment, the young Caucasian man sitting in the passenger seat yelled: "Vina! You better hurry up, we have to get ahead of them!"

"Don't worry!" The blond woman replied with a coquettish smile.

Open a control box on the driver's platform casually, revealing a row of buttons. The blond woman pressed one of the red buttons, and smiled softly at the young white man, "Inject nitric oxide."

The exhaust pipe of the sports car ejected a raging flame, and the red sports car flew out like an arrow, surpassing the Hummer in an instant.

"Oh!" The adventurer on the red sports car uttered a loud and triumphant cry at the same time, and the white man from before even pointed his middle finger at Shen Yi in the car.

"Damn it!" Hong Lang punched the console, causing the console baffle to fall off, exposing countless wires inside: "King Kong, how do you idiot drive!"

"That car has been modified!" King Kong replied loudly: "Our car is not as fast as it is, and I'm not familiar with the roads enough!"

Shen Yi said: "Gentle, look at the map and find out the best route to 145 Street! Estimate the time to arrive."

Gentle spread out the map, and kept scribing fingers on the map: "145th Street is in the Queens District, and it takes at least 68 blocks to go from here. If there is no traffic jam on the road, it will take about 40 minutes to get there. Arrived. But at their speed, I estimate that they can arrive in 30 minutes at most."

"Ten minutes is enough to kill all the mutants several times. We have to get there before them. Be gentle. Find a route that allows us to get there within 20 minutes!"

"Then it's much simpler." Gentle drew a straight line between 145th Street and the current location with her fingers: "Just open a straight line."

People in the car look at me and 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: "This time I will drive, and you will be the pilot."

"But I'm not a professional navigator." Rourou exclaimed.

"We don't need majors."

At this moment, Hong Lang suddenly yelled angrily: "There was a rear-end collision ahead, which is causing a traffic jam. Damn it, those adventurers did it."

"It's okay." Shen Yi replied calmly: "We didn't have to use this road for too long."

"Fasten your seat belt!" King Kong yelled hysterically.