I'm At American Comics: Draw Cards And Become Gods

At John's house, Lin Te had breakfast with John, his wife and Peter, and then left John's house with Peter.

After sending Peter home, Lin Te received a call from McCall, and the decoration team had already arrived at the door of the store.

This is the face of dealing with things, and Lin Te didn't care too much, and gave it to McCall to arrange.

For some unknown reason, Lin Te walked and came to the largest distribution center for gang members in Tuoyue.

The famous Hell's Kitchen.

Even in broad daylight, some guys holding "small paper bags" and doing cash transactions can be seen everywhere.

Every street, every tavern, you can see those scum with obvious gang marks.

Bingzhi has come, and idleness is idle thinking.

Lin Te soon found a guy who looked relatively neatly dressed.

"Know Lonnie Lincoln?!"

He took out a piece of twenty dollars from his pocket and handed it to the gangster in front of him. Lin Te asked slowly.

The little gangster raised his head and glanced at Lin Te, took the money, and turned his eyes to Xiao Hei who was standing at the street not far away.

Lin Te glanced at the direction the little gangster was looking at, then turned and walked towards the direction of the little black at the intersection.

"I'm looking for your boss!"

Coming to Xiao Hei, Lin Te spoke very directly.

Xiao Hei looked Lin Te up and down for a while, frowned, and didn't say anything.

Shiny black hair, bright looks, decent suits, spotless leather shoes, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like someone who should be here.

Obviously, this little black can be sent to watch the street, which is still somewhat of a vision.

Seeing that Lin Te is very inconsistent with the image of this "world", Xiao Hei's first reaction was to turn around and leave, waiting for an opportunity to report the news.

"Why do I keep wasting bombs?!~"

Lin Te watched Xiao Hei's movements and slowly took out his bolt gun.

"Bang!"

After the exaggerated gunshots, the little black screamed and fell to the ground, his left leg below the knee, and the whole was shot by Lin Te's exaggerated bolt gun.

"Can you tell me now, where is your boss?!"

Lin Te slowly raised the bolt gun, pointed at the little black head, and asked with a smile.

"Fuck! My legs! Are you crazy?!"

Xiao Hei covered the wound on his leg, with blue veins on his face, and scolded Lin Te vigorously.

"Pay attention to your words, my friend, otherwise, you may not have a chance to speak in the future."

Lin Te came to Xiao Hei, squatted down, and persuaded helplessly.

Just when Lin Te had a "friendly exchange" with this little black.

The surrounding gang members also took out their mobile phones, stared at Lin Te, and reported the situation to their respective leaders.

Don't look at the gangs here, which are full of scum, but there is also an order here.

It's just the order of Hell's Kitchen. For outsiders, there may not be much chance to understand it.

Definitely, Lin Te doesn't care about the actions of the little gangsters around him. How can he say that he has seen big winds and waves.

Not to mention some local gangs, such as S.H.I.E.L.D, HYDRA, etc., to Lin Te, it can only be said to be trivial.

With twelve identity conversion cards in hand, and all kinds of cards accumulated over decades, Lin Te has nothing to be afraid of, as long as there are not those who are no longer human.

Guided by the exaggerated muzzle of the bolt gun, Lin Te got the news he wanted from the little black mouth in front of him without much effort.

"So, why do you want me to waste a bomb? Originally, with a hundred dollars, you can buy a bottle of wine, buy some snacks, and spend the morning as quickly as possible."

Standing up, Lin Te looked down at Xiao Hei and complained very depressed.

He didn't see the "resentment" that Xiao Hei still showed when he was on the verge of falling into a coma due to blood loss.

After saying goodbye to Xiao Hei, Lin Te followed the description of Xiao Hei, spent seven or eight minutes, circled around a lot, and finally found the apartment that Xiao Hei mentioned.

The surrounding walls were full of graffiti, and in front of the apartment, four or five black people gathered together drinking wine and bragging.

Powerful hearing allows Lin Te to hear these little black slurs from a distance.

Just when Lin Te wanted to take out the bolt gun and clean up the environment here.

"Hey!~ That one over there, what are you doing?!"

Suddenly, a guy with a good eye in the bunch of little blacks saw Lin Te.

"Ugh, found out... that's too bad."

Lin Te looked at Xiao Hei who stood up and shouted at him, and couldn't help but put on an embarrassed (Xin) embarrassed (comforted) smile on his face.

The index finger swiped the tip of his nose twice, and the next moment, Lin Te made a move to draw a gun from his arms.

Under the surprised eyes of Xiao Hei, he took out his bolt gun, which obviously couldn't be hidden in his suit.

"Bang, bang, Peng, Peng."

Four shots in a row resulted in headshots, and even those little blacks didn't react, leaving only one unlucky bastard.

"Go and inform your boss that the boss of Lin's Crafts Store has come to pay the sanitation management fee."

Lin Te raised his free hand and waved at the remaining little black as a reminder.

"Whatfack?!!!" Xiao Hei screamed and ran back to the apartment.

Standing quietly, Lin Te didn't even think about following the apartment. After all, it looked too dirty and the shoes on his feet were newly bought.

As for whether Mr. Lincoln would run away directly?

Lin Te is not too worried, after all, he is also a leader, and the apartment in front of him can fit at least 40 or 50 people.

If that Mr. Lincoln is still going to continue to mix in the society, why not, just run away if he doesn't come to meet.

In fact, just as Lin Te thought, not long after the little black who reported the letter entered the apartment, Lin Te heard a lot of footsteps in the corridor.

After listening to it roughly, Lin Te estimates that there are thirty or forty people.

After checking the clip of the bolt gun, Lin Te slowly raised his head, stared at the door of the apartment, and whispered, "Forgot, the bolt gun that I draw has no limit..."

A large group of gangsters rushed out of the apartment, each with some weapons in their hands, but in Lin Te's view, it really wasn't a deterrent.

"Friend, I heard you were looking for me?!"

The leader held a large revolver in his hand that Lin Te could not name, glanced at the dead younger brother next to him, and resisted his anger and came to Lin Te.

"Lonnie Lincoln?"

Lin Te looked at the little black, who seemed to have albinism, with some doubts, and asked uncertainly.

"it's me!!!"

Seeing Lin Te's puzzled expression, Lincoln gritted his teeth and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

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