It took over an hour to drive from Brown district to Brooklyn district. By the time they reached Brooklyn district, it was already past six in the evening, and the sky was gradually darkening. The biggest characteristic of the black-populated Brooklyn district was its filth!
The streets were littered with all sorts of garbage, and the building walls were covered in chaotic graffiti. People walking along the road looked like zombies, just like in the movies. It was no wonder their apocalyptic zombie movies were so good; reality was like this.
Although the United States was known as the most developed country in the world, with freedom for all nations and a gathering place for people of all races, the mutual discrimination between black and white people was deeply ingrained in their bones.
Therefore, as Chinese people, they could not understand such hatred. They saw news reports of their hate wars everywhere, which were commonplace here.
Black people had a very difficult life in the United States, facing discrimination everywhere. Their jobs were all low-level, so black people were concentrated in Brooklyn district, making it the place with the highest rate of sin and crime.
Especially in one area of Brooklyn district, that was where drug trafficking and criminal elements truly controlled. Gangs of criminal organizations were prevalent, and gunshots could be heard from time to time, along with the smell of burning corpses. Just as Yang Yudong and the others had said, the local police dared not enter that area!
Brooklyn district was also a gathering place for drug trafficking groups. Besides the "Qunlong" drug trafficking group, there were many established drug trafficking groups here!
Most of these drug trafficking forces originated from Mexico, such as the world-renowned Sinaloa cartel founded by Guzman, and the cartel leader Caro. They were basically the bosses of the old drug trafficking groups.
However, due to the increased efforts by the United States to crack down on drug traffickers in the past decade or so, many drug lords from established drug trafficking groups were arrested. But their successors were still struggling to keep their drug trafficking groups going.
During this period, new forces emerged and were annihilated. In recent years, the newly risen "Qunlong" drug trafficking group had grown to surpass those established drug trafficking forces.
It could be said that the "Qunlong" drug trafficking group now controlled half of the drug market in the entire United States, which showed how powerful this force was.
It was no wonder that after Jiang Wenhao was captured, the police still had no clues or information after 26 hours...
A van drove into Brooklyn district. Wan Yunting, sitting inside, looked at the chaotic streets outside. He could see a group of black people fighting for some unknown reason. Then someone pulled out a gun, and several people fell to the ground, twitching. This scene turned Gao Mingyu, sitting in the passenger seat, pale with fear.
Yang Yudong and Uncle Peng, however, were very calm, as if they were used to it.
Yang Yudong glanced back slightly, observing Wan Yunting beside her with her peripheral vision. Seeing his calm expression, as if he was not bothered by any of this, made Yang Yudong narrow her eyes. Although she didn't believe the propaganda about his anti-drug efforts in China, she could tell that Wan Yunting was a capable person!
"Our country is still better," Uncle Peng, sitting in the back, said with a sigh and a smile.
"Of course," Guo Feng, who was driving, replied with a proud smile. Then he slowly stopped the car by the roadside and turned to say, "Sister Dong, we can't go any further."
Yang Yudong nodded and turned to Wan Yunting, saying, "This is the territory of the Qunlong drug trafficking group. Be careful yourself. Call me immediately if there's any danger."
"Okay, you guys wait here for my news."
Wan Yunting, holding his Tai Chi sword, pulled open the car door, smiled at Yang Yudong and Uncle Peng, and got out. He looked towards the dim street ahead. As there were no businesses here, gunshots could be heard from time to time from within the district, along with various screams and cries. However, a few black people in front were gathered around a fire fueled by gasoline. They seemed accustomed to it, muttering something to themselves, and occasionally glancing towards Wan Yunting's direction!
"Sister Dong, you're really letting him go in alone?" Gao Mingyu, in the passenger seat, pointed at Wan Yunting, who had already moved forward, and exclaimed, "Isn't he looking for death?"
"Sister Dong, let me go with him." Guo Feng tucked his pistol behind him. This kid wasn't afraid and was eager to accompany Wan Yunting on an adventure in Brooklyn district.
Yang Yudong shook her head expressionlessly and said, "Don't forget what we're here for. Although we were asked by the country to assist him in rescuing that Jiang Wenhao, it doesn't mean we should go to our deaths."
"Don't worry, that young man is not simple. He should be able to get out." Uncle Peng, sitting in the back, leaned back in his chair, peeling a red carrot with a kitchen knife and taking a bite with a crunch, smiling.
"Alright, let's hope so." Seeing that Yang Yudong wouldn't let him go, Guo Feng had no choice but to put his pistol aside and wait with everyone else in the car.
Among the black men gathered around the oil drum and the bonfire, one was on the phone. He said, "Jem, he's here!"
A voice came from the other end of the phone: "Bring him in."
The black man responded, hung up the phone, signaled to his companions with a nod, and then walked towards Wan Yunting. Seeing the Tai Chi sword in his hand, these black men couldn't help but laugh and say in English, "Hey man, are you here to show us Chinese Kung Fu?"
As these black men approached him, Wan Yunting was certain. He nodded and smiled in standard English, "Do you want to see?"
"No, no, no. Our boss wants to see you. You can perform for us then," the black man, who was over two meters tall, said condescendingly, shaking his head and smiling.
Wan Yunting smiled, "Then you're in luck."
These black men didn't know what he meant by that. They gestured with their hands and said, "Follow us."
Wan Yunting smiled without speaking and followed these black men into the district. He could see pistols tucked into their waistbands inside their jackets. Wan Yunting didn't care and followed them into the dirty and messy streets of the district. He saw many black people openly taking drugs, some fighting and playing, and some embracing black women by the street, engaging in lewd acts...
However, as soon as these people saw Wan Yunting, they all got up and surrounded him. But the leading black man raised his hand, and these black people did not attack Wan Yunting. They just looked at him with disdain and provocation, uttering discriminatory remarks like "Oriental monkey" or "yellow-skinned monkey..."
Wan Yunting naturally didn't care about this. As he followed these black men deeper into the district, he saw a brightly lit building. Various modified cars were parked on the street, including two roaring sports cars. A group of black men and women were cheering for them. As a hot black beauty stood between the two sports cars and waved her hands, the two sports cars shot out. They accelerated to a hundred meters, their exhausts spewing flames with a few bangs, their speed soaring as if they were flying...
However, the black men escorting Wan Yunting didn't have time to watch the race and led him towards the building...
But among the crowd of black people, a black man dressed in hip-hop attire sat on the hood of a car. Seeing Wan Yunting and the others enter the building, he took out his phone and said with a smile, "Boss, that Chinese kid is in."
"Mm, let Mr. Tangze Ichiro and the others prepare," a deep male voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Understood." The black man hung up the phone, waved to a younger subordinate beside him, and immediately ran into the building.
Wan Yunting followed the black men into the building and took the stairs to the third floor. On the staircase, he witnessed several black men embracing a white woman, and screams of agony could be heard. Wan Yunting ignored them and reached the third floor, entering a spacious area where only a single white light was on. A figure was kneeling on a prayer mat.
He was wearing traditional Japanese clothing, with two samurai swords slung on either side of his waist, his hands resting on his thighs, and his posture straight. As Wan Yunting entered, his sharp gaze, like that of a wild beast, fixed on this prey.
Suddenly, the black men behind them turned and ran out, closing and locking the glass door. This made the corners of Wan Yunting's mouth curl into a smile. He then turned to look at the figure kneeling in the light in front of him...
Suddenly, the lights in the entire hall lit up instantly, revealing not only the middle-aged man in Japanese attire but also forty youths kneeling on prayer mats on his left and right sides, all wearing traditional Japanese clothing and carrying two samurai swords. Their gazes were all fiercely fixed on Wan Yunting.
"Heh heh, Japanese samurai!" Seeing this setup, Wan Yunting chuckled, knowing that this must be the welcome ceremony prepared by the people behind the Qunlong group for him.
Wan Yunting then held his Tai Chi sword and swaggered towards the middle-aged man still kneeling with sharp eyes. Wan Yunting could sense that this man was not simple, and he said with a smile, "What is your name?"
Tangze Ichiro sized up the young Chinese man in front of him, seemingly sensing that he was not simple. He then stood up, placing his hands on the two samurai swords at his waist. Immediately, a young man rushed over and removed the prayer mat from the floor...
"Two-sword style, Tangze Ichiro!" Tangze Ichiro could speak imperfect Chinese, but Wan Yunting understood him. He nodded and said with a smile, "Your Chinese is very good. You must have been to our China, right?"
"Yes." Tangze Ichiro nodded and said, "When I was fifteen, I had the honor of visiting your China and experienced your Chinese martial arts, but it greatly disappointed me!"
"Oh." Wan Yunting's lips curved into a smile, and he said, "You think our Chinese martial arts are inferior to your Bushido?"