American comics: Kill people and you become stronger

The nights in the slums of Queens, New York, are not very lively. It can even be said to be quiet. As time goes by, the quieter it becomes.

In addition to wanting to sleep, the bigger reason is fear.

Those ordinary families know very well what will happen if they go out in the middle of the night. There is a high probability that they will be attacked. After all, there are too many homeless people, hooligans, and gangs here.

Ordinary people are just prey one after another in front of these people.

In a place like this, it is entirely possible to be physically disappeared.

Of course, there is nightlife here, and there are all kinds of bars and the like, but they belong to a specific location.

There are dedicated gangs behind each site to protect them, and ordinary gangsters will not cause trouble in such places.

In the dark and chaotic streets, the street lights on both sides emitted a dim light, the parked vehicles were quiet, and the houses on both ends of the street were dark with little light.

In some places on both sides of the street, you can see some figures sleeping. Those are homeless people.

Of course, in some dark alley corners, a few figures gathered together smoking greedily, waiting for prey to come to their door.

"Fake, the weight of this thing is getting less and less, and Sani's greedy vampire is pricing it higher and higher."

A black man wearing a T-shirt and tattoos smoked a cigarette greedily while complaining that there was too little of a certain ingredient in the cigarette.

Next to him, another black man wearing a peaked cap smoked without talking at all.

Two of them had skin The black companion nodded in agreement.

"If that guy wasn't just a glove, he would have been killed long ago with such an increase in price."

"We don't know who the person behind him is, but we can't afford to offend him. There was a small gang who wanted to take advantage of others, but they were killed inexplicably the next night."

"Let’s do our own thing well and grab more money, otherwise we won’t even be able to afford cigarettes."

A few people were muttering while smoking, and their eyes were constantly scanning.

However, while they were patiently waiting for their prey to come to their door, they didn't know that the God of Death had quietly approached. They didn't notice it at all, just in the darkness deep in the alley. I knew when a figure stood there.

He walked in slowly with light steps, as light as a tiger approaching its prey.

In the distance, a car was driving, and the light of its headlights fell on the street. The alley was slightly illuminated, and just as the attention of several gangsters was attracted, behind the last black man, a hand quietly placed on his neck, and the other hand covered his mouth and nose like lightning. He tried to struggle, but the other hand suddenly used force to crush his neck.

The cartilage of his throat was crushed and his trachea collapsed. He soon lost consciousness and the person gently placed the body on the ground. At the last moment, Yu immediately moved forward, grabbed the other black man's neck with both hands and twisted it hard. The black man died with a"click" without any reaction. These movements immediately attracted the attention of the remaining three people.

When they turned around subconsciously, their pupils suddenly turned. Shrinking, his expression became extremely frightened.

Then a strong wind came, and the black figure rushed forward fiercely like a tiger. Before the three of them could react, the man punched twice ferociously, hitting each one accurately. Two muffled sounds were heard on the necks of two gangsters, one on the left and one on the right. The two gangsters were instantly killed. They stared wide-eyed and covered their necks, suffocating and falling to the ground.

The remaining one's body was still twitching instinctively, with a horrified face and open mouth. He turned around and instinctively wanted to escape.

However, the man's speed was explosive and his reactions were unbelievable. After killing two people in a row, he faced the last gangster who wanted to escape without stopping for two steps. He stepped in front of that person, but the other person only turned around slightly, and without even shouting, he was punched in the throat again.

The result was undoubtedly that his throat was collapsed. The body staggered back two steps, and finally fell to the ground with despair, confusion and fear.

The whole process from killing the first to the fifth took no more than ten seconds, and it was smooth and professional. Like a killer , cold and ruthless.

At this moment, a car drove by on the street outside the alley. The driver did not even notice that five lives were killed in the seemingly inconspicuous alley.

The person stood among the five corpses, watching the car disappear. The residual light from the distant streetlight fell on him. He was wearing ordinary and simple sweatpants and a sweatshirt, with two plastic shoes on top of his white shoes. He was wearing gloves, a peaked cap and a hood on his head, and a mask on his face. Only a pair of cold eyes could be seen from under the hood and brim.

He stood there, seemingly. Feeling something, he continued quietly for two seconds before he squatted down and rummaged through the gangster one by one. He found wallets from these people and took out all the cash. As for the gold chain and watches, they didn't touch anything.

In addition, these people also had pistols on them, and they had no intention of taking them away.

After collecting the cash, they kicked it into their pockets, then turned around and walked in slowly step by step. In the deepest part of the alley, the back of the figure was slowly swallowed up by darkness. As the light footsteps disappeared, everything became quiet.

In the apartment room, Bi Xiao was sitting on the sofa, with cash and scattered coins on the small table in front of him.

There are coins from one cent to fifty cents, $1 coins, and banknotes from $1 to $100.

Bishop calculated that the total in paper money was two thousand one hundred and thirty dollars, and about fifty dollars in coins.

It can only be said that this is a lot of money. It is the year 2000. Even in New York, the monthly income of an ordinary family is about three thousand US dollars. With a family of four or five, in terms of basic necessities, food, housing and transportation, etc. The expenditure is only about one thousand US dollars.

In terms of food, chicken breasts are US$1.50 per pound, and lean beef is US$3.50 per pound. For example, an average family of seven only needs to spend about US$1560 to make a big purchase every week.

It is conceivable that prices in the United States in this era are not that high.

Especially in a place like New York.

A person like Bi Xiao who owns a house does not need to pay rent. If he is alone, his monthly expenses will be even less. Of course, the current situation is different. Although he is alone now, the nutrients he needs to take in are already Completely different from my previous self.

Especially after he hunted those five gangsters, his physical fitness once again experienced a surge.

And the rate of increase is quite astonishing.

He roughly calculated that the life essence obtained by the five people was about ten times that of the dozen Xiaoqiang killed, but the degree of physical enhancement was not equal. Killing the few gangsters who had bullied and robbed him would give him The changes and enhancements in his physical fitness are probably in the range of one to one and a half times.

But it also proves one thing, that is, the previous conjecture that the difference between vitality and individuals should be comprehensive.

This means that the higher the life level of the life individuals he kills, the more life essence he will obtain, and the greater the enhancement will be.

Gu~~

At this time, there was a cry from my stomach, I was hungry.

Apparently killing five people and ingesting the life essence would bring about enhanced"sequelae".

He needs to maintain nutrition to ensure this normal demand that exceeds the physical fitness of ordinary people.

Obviously he will need to spend a lot of money on food in the future.

Bi Xiao touched his belly, stood up and walked to the old second-hand refrigerator, which contained food he spent more than a hundred dollars to buy, including refined beef, lamb, chicken breast, vegetables, etc.

However, there are rewards for investment, and the extent of his returns is astonishing.

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