People Become Kings In The United States

This kind of dress is nothing in the streets of the city. At most, the boy's temperament and handsome appearance may attract attention.

However, in Hell's Kitchen, a strange boy is riding an expensive Ducati motorcycle, and he is racing at night. Isn't this looking for robbery?

rumbling~

Just as Sanjid was driving towards his goal, a large group of motorcycle gangs suddenly appeared inexplicably behind his car, mostly black and white, wearing retro leather armor and leather clothes

Tattooed, with a gun in his hand, he cheered and screamed and stared at his prey.

"Wow, I was targeted just after entering here, what a pity~"

Sanjid glanced at the rearview mirror of the car and stopped paying attention, it was just a group of ants.

Skye, who was sitting in the rear of the headset, couldn't help sighing, and even felt a little sympathetic.

Definitely "430" is sympathetic to definitely not boys, but those idiots.

It's not good to focus on anyone, but to focus on a superhero, the key is one of the Knights of the Round Table.

She knew very well that the boy's behavior was exactly the same as the idol she admired the most.

There is absolutely zero tolerance for criminals, basically killing.

Fortunately, Skye is not the Holy Mother, she is also a small person struggling at the bottom. She has seen too much darkness, otherwise she would not worship the Goddess of Judgment so much.

Sanjid doesn't want to bother with the trash in the back.

However, he has become a prey in the eyes of others.

"Wow~~Look at that white and tender little bastard in front of me, how dare he step into Hell's Kitchen, haha!"

"Little devil, today you have truly entered hell!"

"Boss, give him to me for one night, I like this one the most."

"Boss, I am too."

"Olixet, James, you bastards, are you trying to kill him? I'm planning to sell him."

"Look at this guy, the organ can definitely be sold for a good price, and the recent market price has been rising all the time.

A series of creepy laughter and screams broke the calm night sky.

Da da da!

I don't know if someone got high and fired at Sanjid with an AK, causing the boss of the motorcycle gang to yell and curse.

Both the kid's body and the car are property. If his property is damaged, how can he sell it for money?

Fortunately, his subordinates are also masters of strokes, and in addition to racing in drag racing, firing a fire made him feel lonely.

At the moment, Sanjid's locomotive finally stopped. This is a slightly dilapidated building on the street. It is a repair shop, overgrown with weeds, surrounded by dusty plastic sheets, and the nearby buildings are no longer inhabited. .

Getting off the locomotive, Sanjid looked at the factory in front of him with a cold smile on his lips.

rumbling~

At this time, the group of motorcycle gangs finally followed up, and the boy was surrounded by more than a dozen motorcycles. Each vehicle carried two people, some were holding guns, and some were holding iron bars.

Shout out to the boy.

A strong black man with three small metal rings on his lower lip rested his arms on the handlebar of the motorcycle. "Looked at his prey jokingly: "Why didn't you run away? The car was painted? Or was it scared?"

"Hahaha, Boss, I must have been frightened. I have to say, this little thing looks pretty good. James, you guys probably think it's time to beep~"

"Shet, I'm drooling!"

A group of motorcycle gangs mocked jokingly.

In this kind of place, if a kid in his teens can escape in the face of 20 or 30 people and so many firearms, then they will be in Hell's Kitchen for nothing.

Hearing the foul language, Sanjid's eyes turned cold.

"Oh~~~God bless you, Amen."

In a not-so-big old RV in the RV parking area in Manhattan's Central Park, Skye could not help making a mourning gesture when he heard the extremely rhythmic and rap-like swear words coming from the headset.

Then I thought about it, it seems that it would be better for these damn bad guys to go to hell, right?

As Skye thought, the Bikers had no idea that At the moment had pissed off a Death God.

Sanjid turned around slightly, ignored more than a dozen gunpoints, and looked coldly at the black boss sitting on the motorcycle with a face full of jokes.

In the dark night, only a street lamp on the far side of the street can illuminate a ray of light..

Sanjid, who was surrounded in the center, seemed to be surrounded by an attraction, distorting the scattered lights shining on a dozen motorcycles.

A heavy coercion instantly weighed on everyone's hearts.

Just like a swan being strangled by the neck, the voices of all the people present stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked at the original "prey" in horror.

The shadow covered half of the boy's face, and those ice-blue pupils were more like the gaze of Death God, making one's hair stand on end.

"you you……"

The boss was firmly suppressed by the terrible coercion on the body of the locomotive. Looking at the boy with a face full of horror, he began to stutter, and he didn't even notice that his body was trembling.

At this time, he and everyone else present had already realized that something was wrong.

"Fire~~"

Under the fear of death, the black boss roared with all his strength, his voice became a little hoarse.

But the others seemed to be frightened and dumbfounded.

The body is not controlled by thinking consciousness at all. Everyone wants to pull the trigger, but they can't do it at all. Fear, horror, and negative emotions of fear rise in their hearts.

"Hell is more suitable for you~"

Sanjid is too lazy to talk nonsense with this group of scum, and there are countless such scum in Hell's Kitchen and even the entire M country.

If you don’t come across it, it’s 4.6. If you do, you’ll get a free ride, saving them from being too tired in this world.

He is just so kind.

I saw Sanjid gently raising his hand, a gorgeous ice blue magic circle appeared in his hand, and then the cold frost flew, and in just a short breath, everyone present, including people and cars, were instantly frozen .

Everyone can only helplessly watch death come in despair.

Being in the ice sculpture, I carved this sculpture called Fear and Despair with my life.

After killing more than a dozen gangsters with his own hands, the boy didn't have any emotional fluctuations, just like an ant that was crushed casually, he walked towards the building in front of him.

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