In the golden autumn season, everything had withered. Day and night alternated and the temperature had already become chilly.
When the sun gradually retreated below the horizon and a bright half moon slowly rose into the sky, in a dark corner of the bustling metropolis New York, which was known as the benchmark of the world's urban civilization.
More than ten black youths wearing black T-shirts with a picture of a bright red chain rising into the air in flames on the back were holding iron chains and baseball bats. They surrounded three to five young Mexicans with hooked noses and brown skin, beating them up in a frenzy.
"All of you, stop!" Not long after, the scene turned into a splatter of blood. Upon seeing that the Mexicans on the ground had lost their ability to resist, the square-faced young man with a flat nose who was the only one among the black men who did not make a move put his hands in his trouser pockets and grinned hideously as he stopped his companions' violence.
After that, he took a step forward and squatted on the ground before saying to the several young Mexican men who were badly mutilated, "Boy, do you know why you're being beaten up? Let me tell you, you descendants of the 'old corn' from the desert can wear Air Jordans everywhere in the slums of Mexico that are filled with cactus and dog shit.
But this is the West Side of New York! Do you understand? The West Side of New York! This is our territory! You guys must learn to walk with your tails between your legs!
Olite, Gucci, take off these idiots' shoes and search their pockets! These 'young corn' can be sold with a lot of 'good stuff' that we can't get our hands on! They're very 'fat'! "
"Yes, boss!" Upon hearing the square-faced young man's order, two short, smiling teenagers ran out from the group of black thugs and directly put the blood-stained chains on their shoulders. Then, they began to take off the shoes on the Mexicans' feet in a flurry.
First, it was five pairs of black basketball shoes with red soles, followed by several dozens of banknotes of different denominations. After the harvest, the black young men immediately began to discuss excitedly.
"Wow! It's really the authentic Air Jordan XXI! It's a completely retro style! Look at this anti-counterfeiting laser upper! Tsk tsk, it's the highest essence of the mechanical civilization!"
"Really? Let me see! It's really authentic! What the hell! These shoes should be kept and not worn on my feet!
But with such a bouncy sole, I can definitely jump even higher. Ah ha, size 45, it's still my shoe size. "
"Don't wear the sneakers on your stinky feet, Cody. You took the watch we got last time. Whether the sneakers fit or not, you won't get a share this time."
"Hey guys, I really don't understand why you guys care so much about a few second-hand shoes. If I had to choose, this stack of cash would definitely be much cuter."
"We don't understand you at all, Crockett! As a black man, you don't like rap songs or basketball. I really wonder if your black face is dyed with graffiti …"
Listening to the joking conversation between these young men, it was really difficult to connect them with the ruthless thugs who attacked just now. However, in fact, let alone committing a violent robbery, it was not unprecedented for young men like them, who lived in the so-called 'rotten community' in the US, to directly shoot and kill people for a pair of sneakers that they liked.
After a few half-truths and half-lies, under the leadership of the square-faced young man, more than a dozen young habitual robbers finished dividing the loot. Among them, five of the guys who got the shoes, after they changed into the new ones, they mischievously threw the old shoes on the Mexicans who were still lying on the ground moaning.
"I know that you corn guys are not simple either, but I'll say it again. This is New York's Queens West Side, it's the territory of the black men. We're the only ones who can do whatever we want.
Look at my face and remember my name. I'm the boss of the Hellchain Gang, Mad Dog Chayton. The next time you see this face of mine, don't forget to give way immediately … "When the square-faced young man, who was the leader, saw the Mexican twitching his big bloody nose and casting a hateful gaze at him, he pondered for a while and suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist as he said coldly.
Just when this new gang leader wanted to show some more ruthless means to make a name for himself, a sudden roar of a speeding car resonated from afar, interrupting his words.
More than ten seconds later, a yellow taxi that was commonly seen in New York City with its bright headlights came to a screeching halt by the roadside under the dumbfounded gaze of the violent black young man and the victim Mexican with a long sizzle.
The cool night wind blew through the street, blowing up a gust of dust that danced in the bright light in front of the taxi. The square-faced young man squinted his eyes to look into the car through the light and vaguely saw a driver wearing a white robe that Indians liked to wear all year round. The driver, whose face he could not see clearly, was sitting in the driver's seat, staring at him with empty eyes.
At that instant, the square-faced young man, who was born brutal and grew up in an environment dominated by violence, who had only felt fear a few times in his 19 years of life, suddenly felt his heart clench. However, the violent temper that he had developed since he was young suppressed the inexplicable fear that rose in his heart.
"I've never seen a taxi that would park on Kelvin Street in Queens at night to wait for a customer. Looks like there's business again …" Clenching the handgun in his hand, the square-faced young man smiled stiffly. When he was about to say something ruthless, he heard a series of roars of cars suddenly resonating.
In less than a few minutes, 20 to 30 flashing headlights appeared in front of him. With a flash of light, the cars stopped on the originally empty street with only a few dim street lamps lit up.
A taxi could still be said to be a driver who had just entered the industry and was not smart enough to go astray. However, several dozens of taxis coming one after another gave off an inexplicable sense of strangeness.
"Boss, something's not right. There are too many of these taxis, and it's too sudden. We better leave quickly." A tall and thin mixed-race black man who had been acting as the brain of the fledgling Hellchain Gang quietly walked up to the square-faced young man and whispered nervously.
"Dawson, I'll listen to you. Let's go." Even though the square-faced young man was reckless and rude, he was not a fool. When he saw that the situation had completely gone beyond common sense, he immediately nodded and said.
Therefore, very soon, this group of cruel young thugs ran away quickly and slipped into the alley next to the street. Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they disappeared without a trace in an instant.
After the black thugs left, the few young Mexicans who were injured on the ground breathed a sigh of relief and struggled to get up.
Even though they also felt that the appearance of a long row of taxis parked on the side of the road with the lights on in front of them was very unreasonable, their heads were still dizzy from the violent beating, and their bodies were in unbearable pain. Their mobile phones had long disappeared as well, so it was not realistic for them to walk to the hospital. In desperation, they could only hope that they were lucky and staggered towards the car.
"Sir, we've been robbed. Please, please help us call the police or send us to the hospital.
W-We'll repay you well. Please, please … "When they came to the window of the nearest taxi, the one who was least injured among the few Mexicans began to beg incoherently.
In his begging, the taxi window slowly rolled down. A pair of eyes that cleverly made use of the blind spot of the headlights at the back to hide in the darkness looked out of the car with a faint dark red luster. After staring at them for a moment, he suddenly said, "My eyes see the same sin and blood in all of you.
The pain that all of you are suffering at this moment is the suffering that you have given to others … "
As he was speaking, a few dry palms suddenly extended out of the car window and grabbed the faces of the five Mexicans who were stunned by the red eyes.
The horrifying feeling of the cold, bony palms grabbing the skin of their faces caused the few young Mexicans, whose vision had turned black, to snap back to reality. Screaming in horror, they began to struggle with all their might.
Unfortunately, all of their efforts were useless in front of the dry palms whose fingertips had already sunk deep into the flesh of their faces. Very soon, their heads were pulled painfully into the narrow window of the car at the same time.
After that, they felt that the dry palms covering their faces were getting stronger and stronger. When their bones made a sizzling sound and were pulled into the taxi with a cracking sound, the last horrifying whisper resonated in their ears. "No matter what kind of evil you have done, it has nothing to do with me. However, when all of you knocked on my door, I can only give all of you the final 'judgment'!
This is the iron law that must be followed by the soul that still yearns for the brilliant Black Knight even though your body has fallen. "
After the Mexicans were forcefully pulled into the taxi from the window, the screams of the Mexicans suddenly stopped.
The entire block regained its silent atmosphere. The only difference was that the lights that were originally lit in the shabby apartments on both sides of the street had been extinguished.
On the roof of an apartment building that no longer had any lights on in the window facing the street, Zhang Lisheng, who had transformed into a slender lizardman that was more than two meters tall, had his scales blended into the night. Tilting his ferocious head, he looked down at the 'man-eating' taxi. His ears pricked up slightly as he muttered mockingly, "Black Knight is a fallen knight who drives a fake taxi? What an ancient profession that conforms to the times …"
Even though his mouth was harsh, when the young man saw that the coachman who picked them up was a Darkwalker who had some strange tricks up his sleeves, he became even more vigilant towards this' themed happy party 'organized by the Lord, the big boss of New York's underworld.
After waiting for a while on the roof of the apartment building that was several dozens of meters above the ground, he saw the guests who were either wearing masks or using oil paint to outline the faces of ancient mythical tribes to appear from the dark alley with invitations in their hands. After getting into the taxi, Zhang Lisheng concealed himself on the outer wall of the building as though he was walking on flat ground and quietly climbed to the ground.
With light and silent footsteps, he walked to the nearest taxi and suddenly turned into nothingness as he passed through the door and entered the co-driver's seat.
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