Chapter 6: The Little Thing About Making Money
Brooklyn.

Peter stood under the street light, his hands in his pockets, his eyes casually scanning the passing vehicles and pedestrians around him.

The security situation in Benhurst Community is probably one of the worst in Brooklyn.

Not only are thefts frequent, but drug trafficking and smuggling are also frequent.

Areas with a large number of immigrants and a mixture of various races have caused chaotic public security and difficulty in management.

"Whoosh!"

A Lexus sped past him, showing no sign of slowing down.

Tightening his baseball cap, Peter continued to wait for the fish to take the bait with an unchanged expression.

I don't think I'd get much money from robbing a few thugs.

He went to the gang headquarters to rob, but he didn't know where it was, so he could only use this wait-and-see approach.

However, the people here are simple and honest, so I guess some gang members will come here soon.

As he expected, a few minutes later, a pickup truck drove over with a clanging sound.

The driver saw Peter standing on the side of the road with his hat pulled down, and probably wanted to observe him, so he slowed down.

But soon the other party stepped on the accelerator and honked the horn in a mocking manner.

The pickup truck whizzed past Peter and a fast food cup with the words "Chick-fil-A" printed on it flew out of the window.

The cup flew past him and landed in the ditch behind him.

The driver's wild laughter gradually disappeared into the night as the car drove away.

Peter watched the pickup truck disappear with an expressionless face.

But soon the pickup truck's taillights lit up.

With a sudden brake, the pickup truck stopped and then fell into the shoulder of the road.

Two young men got off the pickup truck and walked towards Peter with grins on their faces.

One of the guys had mop-like blond hair, and the other was short, fat, and had freckles all over his face.

"The car is nice, but it has a bit of a leak. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Peter said as he frowned at the two of them.

“This is my dad’s car.”

the blond said, walking towards him.

The shorty walked behind him.

The two men sandwiched him in the middle, one in front and one behind.

"I want to buy some 'lubricant', but I need a lot. Do you have any?"

(Lubricant: dope, common slang for leaves)

Peter saw that the two men were gangsters and asked directly.

"Aww, man, I love the tone of your voice."

The blond coughed, made eye contact with the short guy behind Peter, and asked Peter: "Did you bring the money?"

"of course."

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

"Is this enough?"

As a high school student, Peter naturally doesn't have so much money.

Except for the top and bottom two stacks of US dollars, the rest of the money sandwiched between them is paper.

Because of the darkness of the night, we were able to get away with it.

If it was during the day, it would probably be easily exposed.

The two thugs at the moment didn't think at all that Peter was using fake money to cheat them, they just thought they had met a big fat sheep.

The blond man originally wanted to rob Peter directly, but when he saw that Peter looked a bit unpleasant and exuded a dangerous aura, he quickly gave up his idea.

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

He suddenly felt a little regretful that he should have brought a pistol with him when he went out.

This way you can just grab it yourself.

"You better not be kidding us, otherwise you will definitely end up in a miserable situation."

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

As for whether this guy is a policeman?

To be honest, he had never seen a police officer use this method to conduct a phishing operation.

"Buzz!" The pickup truck started and sped along the road in the night.

Peter sat in the back seat, the blond drove, and the short guy sat in the back seat.

Peter still felt a little regretful that the two thugs did not rob him.

His original plan was to beat the gangster half to death and then find out where he was hiding, but he didn't expect that the other party could actually hold back.

"So, where are we going?"

Inside the pickup truck, Peter looked at the scenery flashing outside the window and asked the two casually.

"Hell's Kitchen, we have more in stock there, enough for you to buy as much as you want."

The blond replied to him.

"Which gang are you from? The Triads or the Vipers?"

"Neither. We belong to the Hand and the Society. Don't confuse us with those Yankees from the Triads. We beat the ass out of those old guys."

Another hand and meeting?
Peter frowned when he heard the name.

The group of people who tried to kidnap Gwen last time were from the Hand and the Society.

The two thugs in front of him are also members of the Shouhe Society.

The meeting between myself and my hands is truly a deep connection.

After dealing with the group of strong men last night, Peter searched for information related to the "Hand and Society" on the Internet.

There is not much information about the Hand and the Society on the Internet. The other party is a gang active in Midtown and Hell's Kitchen. They were involved in the illegal trade of Conch and were prosecuted.

The information seems ordinary and there is nothing special about it.

Peter wanted to ask a few more questions, but the pickup truck had already turned around and entered the famous "Hell's Kitchen".

"Squeak!"

Soon, the car stopped in front of a two-story building in a residential area.

The night wind was howling continuously, and the two people who got off the car couldn't help but wrap their clothes tightly.

"What a damn weather!"

Cursing, the two men took Peter upstairs.

Since the blond man had already greeted his boss in advance, he didn't say anything and directly took Peter into the room.

I opened the door and entered the wide hall, which was filled with dead silence.

The lights in the room were turned off, and darkness covered the entire space.

In the space, the only sounds could be heard were the blond man's shouting and the howling of the night wind outside the window.

"Boss?"

The blond man called out, scratching his head in confusion.

"Strange. Where is he? When I called just now, the boss said he would wait for me here."

Peter, who was standing behind the two men, frowned.

A strong smell of blood entered his nostrils.

Having experienced the "Alien Slaughter Research Base Incident", he naturally understood what this meant.

The prey instinct hidden inside his body began to awaken the blood in his body.

In some ways, the Alien can be considered the Spider-Man among aliens.

When fighting, it will quietly approach the enemy and attack unexpectedly.

An irresistible force that can even detect danger based on the flow and fluctuations of the air.

Peter, who was currently affected by the alien embryo in his body, activated his instinct as a killer hunter and instantly disappeared from the spot.

The blond man on the other side swallowed his saliva and looked at the shorty. Both of them saw uneasiness in each other's eyes.

He turned around and found that Peter, who was standing behind him, had disappeared.

He was already feeling uneasy, and now he became even more flustered.

"Damn! Where did that guy go?"

Not only was his boss missing, but the guy following him was also gone.

Everything looks so weird!
next second!
With a "bang", he fell heavily to the ground.

Something seemed to have tripped him.

In a panic, he didn't care about the pain in his body. He immediately took out his mobile phone and used the screen to illuminate the thing that tripped him.

(End of this chapter)