Chapter 6 on the little matter of getting money

BROOKLYN.

Peter stood under a streetlight, hands in his pockets, his eyes idly sweeping over the cars and pedestrians coming and going.

The Banhassen neighborhood was supposed to be one of the worst in Brooklyn in terms of law and order.

Not only is there a high incidence of burglary, but drug trafficking is also rampant. The large number of immigrants in the area, mixed with a variety of races, has led to a chaotic and unmanageable law and order situation!"

Whoosh!"

Peter tightened his baseball cap, his expression unchanged, and continued to wait for the fish to bite.

Robbing a few random gangsters probably wouldn't bring him much money. He didn't know the location of the gang's headquarters, so he'd have to wait for the rabbit. But the neighborhood was easy, and I figured it would be a while before any gangsters came through.

Just as he expected, a few minutes later, a clanking pickup truck pulled up. The driver saw Peter standing on the side of the road, hat brim lowered, probably to watch him, and slowed down. But soon, the driver stepped on the gas and honked his horn in derision.

The pickup whizzed past Peter, and out of the window flew a fast-food cup with "fried chicken" written on it. The cup flew past him and landed in the ditch behind him. As the car disappeared, the driver's frantic laughter faded into the night.

Peter watched the pickup disappear with a grimace, but soon the tail lights of the pickup came on. With a sharp brake, the pickup came to a stop and backed up into the alley at the side of the road. Two young men emerged from the pickup and jokingly approached Peter. One of them had blonde hair, the other was a short, fat, freckled man.

"Nice car, just a little leaky, not afraid of catching a cold?" Peter said, frowning at the two men.

"It's my dad's car. " I don't know," the blonde said as she walked towards him. On the other hand, the short man appeared behind him.

One by one, the two men had him in their midst. "I'd like to buy some 'lube', but I need more than that, do you have any?" (lubricant: dope, common slang for leaf)

Peter looked at the two men as fools and got right to the point: "Whoa, man, I like the way you talk.

The 'blonde' coughed and after making eye contact toward the dwarf behind Peter, asked Peter, "Did you bring the money?"

"Sure."

Peter casually took out two stacks of dollars from his pocket and waved them in front of the other party.

"Are these enough?"

As a high school student, Peter naturally wouldn't have this much money Two Ru dollars except for the top and bottom two, the rest sandwiched in the middle were all paper.

Because of the dimness of the night, can muddle through, if it is the daytime, it is estimated that it will be very easy to be dismantled at the moment the two gangsters, completely did not expect Peter to use fake money to deceive them, only thought that they had encountered a big fat goat blonde man originally wanted to directly rob, but saw Peter gaze a little not to be messed with, exudes a dangerous atmosphere, quickly gave up their own ideas.

Who knows if this guy has a gun hidden in his pocket?

He suddenly regretted a little, he should have brought the pistol on his body when he went out, so that he could just do the robbery!

You'd better not be fooling us, or you'll end up absolutely miserable.

After the expression on his face changed for a while, he finally decided to take Peter to see his boss.

As for whether this guy was a cop?

Honestly, he'd never seen a cop who fished for law enforcement in this way.

The pickup truck started up and sped down the nighttime road, with Peter sitting in the backseat, Blondie driving, and Shorty sitting in the back.

Peter was still a little sorry that the two punks didn't make a move to rob himself.

His original plan was to beat the punk half to death and ask the other party's lair, but he didn't expect the other party to hold back.

"So, where are we planning to go?

Inside the pickup, Peter looked at the scenery flashing by outside the window glass and casually asked the two of them

"Hell's Kitchen, where we have more stock, enough to get as much as you want." [2 Blonde said back to him

"What gang are you guys in? The Triads, or the Vipers?

"Neither, we belong to the Hands and Society, don't confuse us with those yankees in the Triad, those old things get their asses popped by us." 

The Hands and Society again?

Peter's brow furrowed at the name .

The gang that tried to kidnap Gwen that we solved last time were from the Hands and Society.

The two gangsters in front of me were also from the Hand and Society.

Himself and the Hands and Society were really destined to be together.

Last night, after solving the group of strong men, Peter had searched the internet for information related to the "Hand and Society".

There wasn't much information about the Hands and Society on the internet. The other side was a gang active in Midtown and Hell's Kitchen, and had been prosecuted for being involved in the illegal heroin trade.

It seemed like mediocre information, nothing special.

Peter wanted to ask more questions, but the pickup truck was already turning into the famous Hell's Kitchen.

"Squeak!"

Soon, the car stopped in front of a double-story building in a residential area, and the night wind kept whistling, the two people who got out of the car couldn't help but tighten their clothes.

"This damn weather!"

While cursing, the two men led Peter towards the upper floor

Since the blonde man had already greeted his boss in advance, he didn't nag and directly led Peter into the room.

Pushing open the door of the room and entering the wide hall, there was a dead silence, the lights in the room were off, pitch black covered the entire space.

All that could be heard in the space was the shouts of the blonde man and the hiss of the night wind outside the window.

"Boss?"

While shouting, the blonde man scratched his head in confusion.

Strange ..... Where's the man? When I called earlier, Boss said he'd be here waiting for me. Peter, who was standing behind the two men, frowned.

A strong smell of blood entered his nostrils.

He had experienced the "Alien Slaughter Research Base Incident", and naturally understood what this meant!

The prey instinct hidden inside his body made the blood in his body start to awaken, and the Alien could be considered the Spider-Man among the aliens in a certain way.

When fighting, it would approach the enemy silently, attacking the irresistible force by surprise, and could even rely on the flow and fluctuation of the air to judge the danger.

Peter, who was currently affected by the alien embryo in his body, his instincts as a kill hunter kicked in and instantly disappeared in place. The blonde man on the other side, gulped and exchanged glances with Short Wintermelon, both sides saw uneasiness in each other's eyes.

He turned back and realized that Peter, who was standing behind him, had already disappeared, and he, who was already uneasy inside, became even more flustered.

"Shit! Where did that guy go?"

Not only has his boss disappeared, but the guy who was following him is also gone and everything looks weird!

The next moment!

"With a bang, he fell to the ground.

Something seemed to have tripped him!

His hands were busy, he didn't care about the pain in his body, he immediately pulled out his cell phone and used the screen to illuminate the thing that tripped him under his feet.