In the golden autumn, everything witheres, day and night alternate, and the temperature seems chilly.

When the sun gradually retreated to the horizon, a semicircle bright moon slowly rose to the sky, it was in a dark corner of New York, a bustling metropolis called the ruler of world urban civilization.

A dozen black young men wearing black T-shirts with red chain patterns drawn from the flames behind them, holding iron chains and baseball bats, surrounded three or five young Mexicans with brown noses and brown skin, beating around.

"Stop." The scene soon became bloody. Seeing that the Mexicans lying on the ground had lost their ability to resist, the only black man with a square face who had not taken action, put his hand in his pocket and shakingly smiled and stopped his companion's atrocities.

Then he stepped forward, squatted on the ground, and said to several young Mexicans who were bloody and bloody, "Boy, do you know why you got beaten up? Let me tell you that the descendants of you, the "old corn" from the desert, can show off everywhere in Mexico's slums covered with cactus and stinky shit.

But this is the West End of New York. Do you understand? The West End of New York is our territory. You must learn to walk with your tails together.

Orite, Guke, took off these idiots' shoes and searched their pockets casually. These 'tender corn' can get a lot of 'good goods' that we can't get, and they are very 'fat'."

"Yes, boss." Hearing the instructions of the square-faced young man, two short smiling boys ran out of a group of black thugs, directly putting blood-stained iron chains on his shoulders, and began to take off the shoes from the Mexicans' feet.

First, there were five pairs of black-faced and red-soled basketball shoes, and then dozens of bills with different denominations. After the harvest, the black young men immediately began to talk happily.

"Wow, it's really the authentic Jordan 21st generation, with a completely retro style. Look at this anti-counterfeiting laser shoe upper, tsk, it's simply the highest essence of mechanical civilization."

"Really, show me, it's true, it's genuine. It's really a hell. These shoes should be kept, not worn on your feet.

But such an elastic sole will definitely make me jump higher, ah, size 45, or my shoe size.”

"Don't wear sneakers on your stinky feet. You split the watch the last time you got it. No matter whether the shoes fit or not, you won't have a share this time."

"Oh guys, I really don't understand why you care so much about second-hand shoes. If I want to choose, this stack of banknotes will definitely be much cute."

"We don't understand you. Croati, as a 'nigger', doesn't like rap songs or basketball. It really makes people suspect that your black face is dyed with 'graffiti'..."

Listening to these young people laughing and joking conversations with each other, it is really hard to associate them with the ruthless thugs before. But in fact, not to mention violent robbery, it is not without precedent for young people like them who live in the so-called "bad community" in the United States to shoot and kill people directly for a pair of sneakers they like.

After discussing the quarrel of half-true and half-fake, under the auspices of the square-faced young man, more than a dozen young robbers had finished the stolen goods. Five of the guys who had divided the shoes, after changing them, they even threw the old shoes into the Mexicans who were still lying on the ground and moaning.

"I know you 'corn guys' are not simple either, but the same thing is that this is the West Side of Queens in New York, the territory of the 'nigger', and we are the only ones who can walk sideways.

Look at my face and remember my name. Chaton, the boss of the 'Hell Chain Gang', next time I see my face, don't forget to give way immediately..." Seeing the Mexican twitching his big blood-stained nose, he cast a hatred look. As the leader, the square-faced young man thought about it, suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and said coldly.

Just when the freshman gang leader wanted to use some ruthless methods to become famous, a roar of a car driving from far to near interrupted his words.

More than ten seconds later, a yellow taxi common in New York City, with bright headlights on, and under the shocked eyes of the abused black young man and the victim Mexican, a long voice of "Z" stopped on the side of the road.

The cool night wind passed through the street, blew up a burst of dust and flew in the bright lights in front of the taxi. The young man with square face squinted his eyes and looked into the carriage through the lights. He vaguely saw a white robe that Indians like to wear all year round. The driver, who couldn't see clearly, was sitting in the driver's seat, with empty eyes looking at him.

In an instant, the young man with square face, who was brutal by nature and grew up in an environment with violence as the main theme. After living for 19 years, he only felt scared for a few times. However, the rough temper he developed since childhood suppressed the fear that arose inexplicably in his heart.

"I have never seen a taxi parked at Kevindy Street, Queens, and waiting for customers at night. It seems that there is a 'business' again..." The short gun that tightened his fingers, the square-faced young man smiled stiffly. Just as he was about to say something harsh, he heard the roar of cars suddenly ringing.

In less than a few minutes, twenty or thirty shining lights appeared in front of him, pulling the fleeting light and stopping to the street where the originally empty and only a few dim street lights were on.

A taxi can be said to be a driver who has just entered the industry and has a bad mind. However, dozens of taxis come one after another, which makes people feel an indescribable weirdness.

"Boss, the situation is not right. There are too many taxis in these cars. It's too sudden. We'd better leave quickly." A tall and thin black man who has always acted as a think tank in the "Hell Chain Gang" who has been acting as a think tank in the prototype, walked quietly to the square-faced young man and whispered in a nervous look.

"Daoson, listen to you, let's go." Although the square-faced young man was reckless and rude, he was definitely not a fool. Seeing that things had completely surpassed common sense, he nodded immediately and said.

So soon, the cruel young thugs ran away 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 injured young Mexicans on the ground breathed a sigh of relief and struggled to get up.

Although they also felt that the headlights were on in front of them, and the long row of taxis parked by the road appeared very contrary to common sense, they were beating and their minds were drowsy, their bodies were in a state of great pain, and their mobile phones had long disappeared. It was not realistic to walk to the hospital by walking to the hospital. In desperation, they could only stagger towards the car with a lucky mentality.

"Sir, we have been robbed, please call us for the police or take us to the hospital.

We, we will repay you well, please, please..." After coming out of the nearest taxi window, the few Mexicans who were the least injured began to beg incoherently.

Amid his begging, the taxi window slowly fell. A pair of eyes that cleverly used the blind spots of the rear lights, hiding in the darkness with a faint dark red luster, looked out of the car, staring at them for a moment, suddenly said: "My eyes also see sin and blood from you.

You are suffering at this moment, and it is the suffering you have given to others…”

As he said that, several dry palms suddenly stretched out from the car window, grabbing the faces of the five Mexicans who were shocked by their red eyes.

The cold, skinny palms clutched their faces, and the terrifying feeling of the Mexican young men who had turned dark in front of them came to their senses, screaming in surprise and struggling hard.

Unfortunately, all their efforts were useless in front of the dead palms of their fingertips that had been deeply trapped in their faces. Soon, the heads of several people were pulled and squeezed into the narrow window of the car in pain.

Then I felt the dry palms covered with my face become stronger and stronger. When their bones sizzled and were pulled into the taxi with a broken bone, a last terrifying whisper rang in my ears, "No matter what evil you do, it has nothing to do with me, but when you knock on my car door, I can only give you the final 'judgment'!

This is the iron law that the soul still yearns for the clever "Black Knight" that must follow, although the flesh has fallen."

The Mexican screamed suddenly after being pulled into the taxi through the car window.

The entire neighborhood has returned to a quiet atmosphere. The only difference is that the lights that were originally lit in the dilapidated apartments on both sides of the street have been extinguished a lot.

On the roof of an apartment building with no lights on the street, Zhang Lisheng, who turned into a slender "lizard man" more than two meters tall, melted into the night, and his hideous head was tilted to look down at the "people-eating" taxi. His ears were slightly raised and mocking, "Does the Black Knight refer to the Fallen Knight who drives a fake taxi? It's an ancient profession that conforms to the times..."

Although he was mean, he saw that the coachman connecting people was all "dark walkers" with strange means, but the young man had a more alert mind about the "themed happy party" held by the "Lord", a big boss in the dark world in New York.

On the roof of the apartment building dozens of meters above the ground, I waited for a while and saw guests from the dark alley wearing masks or using oil paint to outline the ancient mythological and ethnic masks on their faces. They appeared with invitations in their hands and took a taxi. Zhang Lisheng was hiding his figure on the outer wall of the building, quietly climbing to the ground.
Chapter completed!