Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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79. The doctor's good business partner: Mojiang

Mo Jiang felt he had made a mistake.

Chicago, the third largest city in the United States, is also one of the cities with the highest crime rates.

Gangs, societies, and the mafia are not exactly ubiquitous, but they are everywhere.

The control of drugs here is not very strict; in fact, the annual use of addictive drugs in the United States is alarmingly high.

Drug trafficking is a lucrative business, and any gang with some power will get involved in it.

In this environment, finding a "clean" gang that meets his standards is somewhat of a pipe dream.

With his five fingers together like a knife, he swiftly and decisively sliced ​​into the back of the neck, knocking unconscious a fierce-looking gang member.

The unconscious person was secretly and silently dragged deeper into the alley. A brightly dressed woman was looking at her phone as she walked past the alley entrance, completely unaware that she had just escaped a premeditated act of revenge.

Mo Jiang skillfully searched the unconscious gang member's body, and in a few moments he found several small packets of white powder in plastic packaging.

"Another poisonous insect."

Mo Jiang tore open the plastic, pried open the gang member's mouth, and poured the powder into his mouth.

If you carelessly leave drugs lying around, someone might find them, so we'll just have to let this guy deal with them on his own.

As for whether or not they can digest it...

Mo Jiang glanced at the gang member who was convulsing and didn't pay attention to such a minor problem.

In this country, the police have no obligation to protect citizens, nor do they care about the lives of gangsters.

This poisonous insect had quite a bit of money on it; Mo Jiang calculated that it was over a hundred.

After dodging surveillance cameras and attacking four or five gang members in different alleys, Mo Jiang had several hundred yuan in his pocket.

Although it wasn't a large sum, he planned to use the money to get a phone card and buy a mobile phone.

In modern Chicago, cell phones are a necessity.

Without this thing, it's no different from being blind in one eye and deaf in one ear.

However, Mo Jiang didn't rush to get a SIM card. He remembered that things seemed to be much more complicated in the US, and he planned to ask Sun Ke about it when he got back.

The Sun family are immigrants; both parents are professors and would be considered young, promising, and with a bright future in China.

However, I immigrated to the United States six years ago, only to find that the country was not as full of opportunities as advertised, nor was it a paradise on earth.

Moreover, this couple has liberal arts backgrounds, so if they want to find related jobs, either the government won't recognize their qualifications, or their studies won't be competitive in this field.

In the end, he could only use his savings to open a small hotel to make a living.

The story of a typical middle-class immigrant who subsequently fell out of the social class.

However, Sun Ke, who has lived here for six years, certainly knows more than he, an outsider.

I walked towards the hotel. Although it was afternoon, schools in the United States usually let out at this time.

Sun Ke's public school practices a relaxed and joyful education, and there are no tutoring classes arranged for him. If he walks back now, he might still run into Sun Ke on the way.

In fact, Mo Jiang was right, because he soon spotted Sun Ke.

He was running with a boy in tow, while a dozen or so tall and strong students were chasing after them.

The dozen or so people clearly had an overwhelming numerical advantage, and they continued to surround and intercept them, quickly cornering Sun Ke and his companion in the alley.

After Sun Ke was surrounded, a man stepped out from the crowd. It was the young man with the gun from yesterday, and he seemed to be the leader of this group.

He grabbed Sun Ke by the collar. "Listen, you yellow-skinned monkey, tell me right now where that guy from yesterday is. Also, because of you, I got a severe beating, so you have to pay me at least five hundred dollars, you hear me?"

With his collar tightened and his neck constricted, Sun Ke grabbed the young man's hands and tried to pry them off, but he was clearly outmatched in strength and unable to do so.

"Let go...let go!"

"I heard your family owns a hotel? Maybe I should go there..."

"Go where?" Suddenly a strange voice came from behind. The young man turned around sharply and his pupils contracted.

Because Mo Jiang suddenly appeared behind him, no one knew when he arrived.

No one even noticed his presence before he spoke.

A chill ran from the young man's tailbone straight to the top of his head. His survival instinct made him instinctively draw his switchblade and hold it against Sun Ke's neck.

"Back off! Back off!"

He couldn't understand how Mo Jiang had appeared, but his intuition, honed as a gang member, told him that if he wanted to walk out of this alley soberly, Sun Ke in his arms was his last resort.

“No need to panic.” Mo Jiang smiled, cruel and vicious, like a hunter seeing his prey. “Hostages are only useful when the two sides are evenly matched, but with the gap between you and me, hostages have lost their meaning.”

"You will gain nothing by doing this except angering me."

"Look if you don't believe me."

What to look at?

He didn't know, because at that moment everything went black before the young man's eyes, and Mo Jiang's hand pressed down on his head, slamming it hard against the wall.

If the human brain were to collide violently with a wall, the latter would naturally be the loser.

Instantly, the spot where it hit was stained with a patch of water, like a red and white liquid.

"Severe concussion, cerebrospinal fluid nasal leakage, bed rest for at least six months, even after recovery there will be symptoms such as amnesia, urinary and fecal incontinence, and mental disorders. This is the diagnosis the doctor will give him later."

Mo Jiang shook his hand and looked at the others, "So, is your medical insurance coverage sufficient?"

Ignoring the others who were fleeing as if their lives depended on it, Mo Jiang looked at the two students who were being chased and were panting heavily. "School bullying?"

“Heh heh…” Sun Ke gasped for breath and nodded in admission, “School bullying. Those guys were the school bullies. We had some conflicts before. I found out they sold out my work route and sent people to rob me.”

Compared to his stronger classmates, Sun Ke, who was relatively thin, did not have any physical advantage.

So Mo Jiang silently translated the phrase "there are some conflicts on weekdays" into "I'm being bothered and can't avoid it even if I want to, and it's even piqued their interest."

He was well aware that teaching was just a profession, and that a significant number of teachers only hoped to treat it as a job and receive praise and a sense of sanctity that did not match their efforts.

Letting teachers manage school bullying is really wishful thinking.

Mo Jiang kicked the guy under his feet and continued to ask, "So what's the deal with this guy?"

“Neighborhood gang members collect protection money and frequently gather information on residents before committing burglaries.”

80. I, from Mojiang, have a dream: to become a Yangko star.

After the two regained their strength, Mo Jiang followed them out of the alley.

The man being dragged away by Sun Ke was named Roland. He was also an Asian immigrant, and the two were friends.

They are friends, and also high-achieving students who are also bullied at school.

Those so-called "popular figures" who are physically strong in school always like to bully students like Sun Ke who are thin but academically excellent.

The young man was left in the alley. Mo Jiang didn't care whether the guy was dead or alive. With that head injury, even if healed, he would still be drooling.

Chicago is full of gangs and criminals. There's not much difference between a living person lying unconscious in an alley and a corpse lying in an alley.

The police will not get involved if no one reports it.

A U705.COM first release - what's the point of risking your life for a few hundred dollars?!

Walking along the road, the three remained silent until Sun Ke suddenly spoke up and asked, "You want to start a gang?"

Mo Jiang was taken aback. He was certain that he had not explicitly mentioned this matter, nor had he inquired about the gang from Sun Ke's family.

He was curious how Sun Ke had guessed it.

Sun Ke pushed up his glasses. "You have no identity. In this place, those without identity either do jobs that no one else wants to do, or they join gangs."

Since we met yesterday, Mo Jiang hasn't asked anyone about his work situation, so his choice is quite obvious.

"What do you want to say?"

Sun Ke gritted his teeth and said, "We want to follow you. I taught myself accounting and can do the books, and Roland knows all the gossip around here."

Mo Jiang neither agreed nor refused, offering a reason.

Personally, he didn't want to bring two students along to join him in gangster activities.

“The gangs that collect protection money are getting more and more greedy. They come to collect it three or four times every two weeks. Last time, they almost beat my dad up because he couldn’t pay. They also have people from their gang at the school. I don’t want to be bullied anymore.”

Roland, standing to the side, timidly added, "Me too."

Mo Jiang looked at Sun Ke, who met his gaze without flinching.

"Tell me the gang information of the guy who robbed you."

Mo Jiang paused for a moment, then continued, "If the intelligence is correct, I will lead you to form a group and become Yangko STARs (gangster superstars)."

……

For a modern metropolis like Chicago, nighttime is definitely not a time for rest.

On the contrary, nightlife is just beginning at this time.

According to the information provided by Sun Ke, the gang that young man belonged to was called "Guillotine".

It's not exactly a pleasant-sounding name.

The Guillotine's base is a bar, but its main income doesn't come from alcohol, but from drugs and prostitutes.

The bar is called "Psychedelic," and the sound system inside is so loud that it can be heard even in Mojiang, outside.

The loud noise made Mo Jiang's ears itch; this is one of the side effects of having overly sensitive senses.

Normally he could consciously reduce his five senses, but not now. At this moment, Mo Jiang was constantly strengthening his five senses to sense the omnipresent surveillance in the city.

His task was to find a route that wouldn't be seen, even under the watchful eyes of these surveillance cameras.

Near the gang's hideout, security cameras were deliberately destroyed, which actually made Mo Jiang's operations easier.

Just be careful of those cameras in the distance.

Silently bypassing the guards at the door, Mo Jiang used the "Gecko Wall Climbing Skill" to climb up to the third floor through one side of the wall and entered through the open window.

Although there was no foothold on the wall, it wasn't a big problem for the "Gecko Wall-Climbing Skill".

After mastering the Nine Yang Divine Skill, one can swim up even walls made of pure steel, polished smooth to the touch, without a single crack, making one comparable to Spider-Man in some ways.

Upon entering the third floor, which appeared to be a restroom, Mo Jiang listened intently. After confirming that he heard no other breathing sounds, he pushed open the door and went out.

The soundproofing on the third floor is quite good. The two bars on the lower floors are so loud that the floorboards are shaking, but there isn't much noise coming from the third floor.

The cheap carpet on the floor further muffled the sound of Mo Jiang walking.

Suddenly his ears twitched slightly, and then he hid behind the door. A moment later, the door opened and a gang member came out.

The instant he stepped out, Mo Jiang's hands shot out like lightning, snapping the man's neck and killing him without him uttering a sound.

Mo Jiang cradled the body in his hands and placed it in a spot where it wouldn't be discovered for a while. Then, while flexing his wrists, he walked into another room.

The core members of "Guillotine" number thirteen. Their leader would summon them to the third floor of the bar every month to pay their wages.

Today happens to be payday.

Therefore, what Mo Jiang needs to do is exceptionally simple: don't get discovered, and don't let the surveillance cameras capture your image.

then……

Kill all the core members of the Guillotine, as well as all the Guillotine members in the bar.

For Mojiang, this is a job that requires a lot of skill.

The task is to finish the job before the person on the guillotine notices, and without being filmed.

Mo Jiang pushed open the door and slid in like a ghost without stopping. He then encountered two members talking in the corridor.

The appearance of a stranger in their own base camp surprised even the well-trained team.

These two members reacted incredibly quickly; the moment they saw Mo Jiang, they reached behind their backs and tried to shout to attract the attention of others.

But Mo Jiang was faster than them. His Broken Sword Yao Guang flashed like a meteor and accurately pierced the throat of the left-hand [Guillotine] member, penetrating from bottom to top through the back of his head.