Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Three years later. .biquge

Hell's Kitchen lives up to its name as always. Violent incidents occur every day, and all kinds of sinful transactions are endless.

In an abandoned warehouse, several gangsters with dyed hair and earrings were waiting.

crackle.

A young gangster popped the bubble gum and cursed. "X, how long do you want us to wait?"

"Come on, hurry up. The boss said that this batch of goods must be guaranteed to be safe. We have already lost three batches of goods in three months."

his companion urged.

Finally, the rumble of an engine came from outside the door. Several gangsters cheered up and grasped the weapons in their hands firmly.

After a while, three or five people walked into the warehouse, led by a strong man carrying a suitcase.

In front of the others, the man patted the suitcase in his hand and said, "Here is the goods. Where is your money?"

"We need to inspect the goods first."

said the team of gangsters waiting in the warehouse.

"No. We need to see the money first." The strong man insisted, "The world is not peaceful recently, and we don't want to be taken advantage of."

Behind him, several thugs lifted up their clothes and reached for the weapons at their waists.

The team of people waiting in the warehouse exchanged glances with each other, and then pulled out a cash box from behind the garbage piled in the warehouse. After opening it, colorful banknotes were stacked inside.

A man walked out from behind the strong man carrying the suitcase. He stepped forward to check the cash, randomly picked out a few and checked them, then turned back and nodded to the strong man and others.

The strong man put the suitcase on a nearby table and opened the lock of the suitcase.

There are more than ten transparent bags neatly stacked in the box, containing white powder.

One of the gangsters waiting in the warehouse came out, picked out a bag at random, opened it with a knife, dipped his finger in the powder and put it on his tongue.

Then his expression changed instantly: "Damn, this horse is like candy..."

Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly fell back and fell to the ground unconscious.

Before anyone else could realize what was happening, the little thing that knocked over the man jumped into the air and flew around the warehouse with a dexterity that could not be captured by human eyes, knocking several people unconscious instantly.

"You dare to plot against us! Guys, shoot!"

Someone from the group waiting in the warehouse shouted, but by the time the bullet came out, no one on his side was still standing.

As for those who want to hit the flying ball, they are simply wishful thinking.

However, not only those who were waiting in the warehouse were among those who fell, but also those who came in with the strong man were attacked.

Finally, when there were only a few people left, the gun was pressed into the back of the head of the strong man carrying the box.

"You are not our leader. Who are you!"

A gangster who came in with him asked in shock.

Before the strong man could answer, another person suddenly stood up next to them and wrapped his legs around his neck like a snake. He rolled his eyes with just one movement.

In the air, the ball turned nearly ninety degrees in the air, knocking the last person unconscious.

After just one meeting, there were only two people left standing in the warehouse.

"Raven..."

The strong man shook his head and said, "Why did you sneak up here again?"

The other gangster besides him chuckled, his smile was sweet and cunning, and his cigarette-stained teeth couldn't hide it. "It's all because you refused to bring me to play, brother, so I had to do it secretly. Otherwise, I could have followed you openly."

The strong man pretended to be angry: "Why, you don't believe in your brother and my strength?"

"Of course, of course, I absolutely believe in your strength, brother. After all, your ability was copied from me."

"Little bastard" said with a playful smile.

The scales turned over on his body one after another, and his height also slowly decreased. His body shape changed from a skinny and dirty young man to a well-proportioned one. His skin was smooth and delicate, with the luster of a girl, but it was blue and had complicated patterns on it. .

Thirteen-year-old Rui Wen still looks like a little girl, but she has begun to develop into a young girl.

Song Fang took a step back, deliberately pretending not to look at it: "Ruiwen, how many times have I told you, remember to wear clothes. You are a big girl, what's the matter with running around naked all day long? .”

"I can change clothes. Brother, you can too."

"Forget it, please spare me."

Song Fang stuck out his tongue, as if Raven's words brought back many bad memories for him. "If my parents see me naked in front of you, they will beat me to death."

As he spoke, he also changed his appearance, returning to his slightly immature fifteen-year-old appearance.

Sure enough, the coat was a bit ill-fitting and hung loosely on my body.

Ruiwen stepped forward and took Song Fang's arm affectionately: "How much did we earn today?"

Song Fang took her to the open cash box and counted: "About one hundred thousand US dollars. Thanks to us, the price of drugs has increased recently."

"Wow, we're doing it again!"

Raven scatters flowers. "We are good neighbors in the community, good chefs in Hell's Kitchen, and earn some hard-earned money~"

Song Fang couldn't help but smile and rubbed Ruiwen's head. Raven also squinted her eyes comfortably, almost snoring.

"By the way, can you take this back?"

Raven picked up a bag of white powder with her slender fingers.

Song Fang shrugged her shoulders, indicating that she was casual. Anyway, before he came here, he had already used his identity as the gangster leader to switch the real drugs and feed them to the sewer. These plastic packages are filled with white sugar.

Raven let out another cheer, tore open a small mouth, dipped her fingers into the larger mouth and ate.

"Be careful of bad teeth." Song Fang warned, pulling Ruiwen, who had not eaten enough, out of the warehouse.

Not long after, calm returned to the warehouse.

Suddenly, the unattended box on the table burst into flames. What looked like medicine but was actually sugar powder burned quickly, along with any possible clues that could lead to Song Fang and Ruiwen being burned.

Song Fang and Ruiwen got rid of the gangster's car and replaced it with their own car. They drove out of the garbage-strewn and unattended warehouse area and soon arrived on a clean road.

In the 1950s and 1960s, even in lighthouse countries, owning a car of your own was an absolute status symbol. Who would have thought that just three years ago, their family was still crowded in an old shabby small house with no food or shelter.

"Take your feet off the backrest. Girl, what does it look like?"

Ruiwen, who was sitting in the back row, snorted and reluctantly took off her feet, no longer waiting for Song Fang to sit on the back of the chair. The car windows, including the front windshield, have been treated so that the car cannot be seen from the outside, so she can openly reveal her blue skin. "Brother, you know, when you say 'girl's home', your tone is exactly the same as our father's. Be careful of balding over time."