paranoianovel Chapter 7 Sneak Attack!
Chapter 7 Sneak Attack!
Because the crime rate in the Morissania community was quite high after nightfall, the original owner chose to live in Kingsbridge, which was further northwest, after being relocated to the community.
The main consideration at the time was that the safety factor was acceptable, and there were many cheap shops that stayed open late into the night, which was indeed very suitable for miserable overtime workers with irregular working hours.
However, Chen Yisen, after his rebirth, was not too keen on this choice.
It's not that he had any extraordinary knowledge of New York in his previous life, but according to general rules, it's unlikely that a truly "good" public security exists in a multi-ethnic area with a large number of Caribbean and Italian immigrants and dense commercial areas nearby.
Even though Kingsbridge was officially designated as a "gentlemanly neighborhood" by New York City officials several years ago, it doesn't matter.
If Mamdani's words could be believed, then dogs could fly.
Fortunately, it wasn't far from the "Rusty" hotel, and with Joey's excellent driving skills, it only took about half an hour to get there.
Then, Chen Yisen understood why the original owner of this body had chosen to live here.
The burgers at this little street-side shop are fucking delicious.
Latin Americans and Italians may be a different story in other respects, but when it comes to cooking, they are definitely far superior to native-born white Americans.
So much so that even Chen Yisen, who was just passing by, couldn't take his eyes off it.
Before being reborn, this body not only engaged in a long period of high-energy exercise, but also probably lost a lot of vital energy. After waking up, it was in a hurry to collect the body and did not have time to go to the restaurant on the third floor of the hotel for dinner.
It's normal to be hungry after all this commotion.
Chen Yisen thought about the pitiful balance of just over forty dollars in his account and was about to suppress his appetite when he touched the $100 in cash he had just gotten from the hotel owner.
Thinking back to my past life, I lived for 28 years and never struggled to this extent over a single meal.
So, steeling himself and embracing the old wisdom of "better to have a leaky pot than to go hungry," he had Joey pull over to the side of the road.
Inside the shop, a Black woman with a nearly square cross-section was busy at work. Because it was almost late at night, there were only a few scattered customers.
The menu, prominently displayed, features the store's signature Classic Burger, priced at $12.99.
Just as the shop was about to close, new customers arrived, and the older woman became a little impatient.
But after seeing Chen Yisen's appearance, he became enthusiastic again.
"It's you again, handsome boy. What would you like to eat?"
After saying that, he even leaned on the table with one hand and winked, which startled Chen Yisen so much that he almost dropped the money on the ground.
"A hamburger." Chen Yisen pulled out twenty dollars.
He glanced back at the other side of the street, gritted his teeth, and pulled out a second bill: "Two will do."
The awakened dead cannot violate the law of conservation of energy and also need to ingest energy.
I just don't know if I can tell whether it tastes good or bad.
The older woman used incredibly fast movements that seemed completely out of place for her size to collect money, press the calculator, give change, and make hamburgers—all in one smooth motion.
"Two hamburgers, totaling $28.25 including tax, plus a free order of fries and two large Cokes. Remember to come back often..."
Chen Yisen held a hamburger in one hand and some change in the other, feeling a pang of regret.
It wasn't just the price that was the problem; when the older woman was giving him change, she deliberately grabbed his hand, and it took him a lot of effort to break free.
"Men still need to protect themselves when they're out in public..."
Chen Yisen fled the small shop as if his life depended on it, preparing to return to his car to enjoy his meal.
However, just as he crossed the road, a rhythmic sound rang out from not far ahead.
"Hey, bro, please wait a moment."
Only after the words were spoken did three figures, completely black from head to toe including their skin color, slowly emerge from the shadows and stand diagonally between Chen Yisen and the car.
The effect of optical camouflage is terrifying.
Given this situation, it's all too clear what the other party wants to do.
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"What do you want?"
Chen Yisen was mentally prepared to lose money to avoid further trouble.
Americans, who hasn't been robbed a few times?
According to the original owner's memories, these black guys wandering the streets usually don't have big appetites, and a few dollars or fifty dollars is enough to satisfy them.
What's more, the other party even said "please".
How polite!
But this time, he encountered no ordinary black guy.
Because no one mentioned money at all.
"Friend, you need to come with us," said the tall, short-haired Black man in the middle. "We need a doctor."
This request made Chen Yisen's heart sink.
Giving some money would be fine.
Going there is absolutely not an option.
They say they need a doctor, but who knows who these people are?
If it's a kidney transplant, then dying on the street is better than being taken away.
The original owner of this body had a decent physique, while Chen Yisen, who came from a military medical background, was not lacking in fighting skills.
Moreover, he has Joey lurking in the shadows, so they might not be without a chance.
"I'm afraid that won't work." Chen Yisen threw the bag of hamburgers on the ground, further drawing the attention of the three men. "I have urgent business tonight, I don't have time."
Another lean Black man with a mohawk was noticeably more agitated. He took a large step forward and said with ill intent, "I told you, you can't be polite with these Ching Chongs. Just knock them out with a stick... and then we can do whatever we want with them, right?"
Chen Yisen had already prepared to fight and retreat to meet the opponent, but unexpectedly, the short-haired guy who spoke first grabbed him instead.
"Wait, didn't we just agree that Stacey needs a sober doctor?"
"Get out!" the mohawk-haired man snapped impatiently. "We agreed that you would identify the person, and the rest would be up to the two of us!"
It sounds like they have a plan.
However, disagreements arose during the implementation process.
Two of them wanted to escalate the situation to robbery.
While the other side was debating, Chen Yisen adjusted his position to the side, so that if they wanted to get close to him, they would have to pass by Joey first.
The short-haired black man who spoke first was clearly not the leader of the three. Although he looked strong, he was pulled off balance by the man with the mohawk.
"Tie him up first." The short, stocky black man who hadn't spoken until now noticed Chen Yisen's movements, shoved aside his short-haired companion who was holding him back, and approached Chen Yisen, saying at the same time, "Get your guns out and keep a close eye on this kid."
Contrary to common stereotypes, in New York, the rate of gun ownership among non-gang or gang-fringe Black people is not high.
Even if you have a gun, you might not know how to use it properly.
Because it's too expensive.
New York City has the strictest firearms control laws in the United States, which means that most weapons need to be smuggled from New Jersey or Connecticut. A regular Glock gun can cost thousands of dollars, and bullets are charged per bullet, making them unaffordable for the poor.
Chen Yisen vaguely heard the word "gun," and he realized he couldn't wait any longer.
If the other party actually pulls out a gun, even if they are not skilled at using it, the room for maneuver left for them will be much smaller.
You must first ambush and take down one of them, then let Joey draw some fire so you can take down the other one at the same time, making it two against one.
At this moment, the short, stocky black man was already a few steps away from Chen Yisen, and the mohawk-haired man broke free from the pull, reaching his hand into his clothes as he walked forward.
The short-haired black man who had just been pushed away saw his companion about to draw his gun, and seemingly worried about hurting Chen Yisen, he tried to stop him.
But the situation had completely spiraled out of his control. After a brief tug-of-war, he was knocked to the ground by the mohawk-haired man's punch.
But this very action unexpectedly created a positive outcome.
Chen Yisen took a deep breath and seized the opportunity!
He let Joey let one person go, and as the second mohawk-wearing man turned around to accelerate again, he suddenly pushed open the car door and launched a sneak attack!
"clang--"
A crisp impact rang out, followed by a sudden scream.
"Ouch!"
Although the body panels of Japanese cars are thin, the impact of a door frame hitting someone's forehead directly is still quite significant. The momentum of the mohawk-haired man was instantly stopped, and he felt dizzy and fell to the ground, clutching his head. The gun he had just pulled out was thrown aside.
Before he could even regain his senses, Joey's size 49 foot slammed into his face again.
The mohawk-haired man could even hear a "crack" sound coming from his cheek, followed by a gush of sweet liquid that mixed with almost his entire row of teeth falling into his mouth.
Just as he was about to instinctively spit out the foreign object in his mouth, Joey's next foot stepped directly on his lips, forcing him to swallow blood along with his teeth.
They even choked from inhaling.
"Cough cough—cough—"
In the blink of an eye, the most threatening member of the trio was completely rendered incapable of fighting.
The short, stocky Black man at the front, hearing only the continuous screams of his companions, was inevitably drawn to the situation behind him.
Chen Yisen, who had just been standing still as if stunned, suddenly attacked, kicking the hamburger bag on the ground at the other person's face. The cheese sauce mixed with two large cups of cola blocked most of the view.
The short, stocky Black man had to slow down and raise his arm to try to wipe the stuff off his face.
Half a second later, his vision finally returned, but a fist had already appeared in his face.
"Ouch!"
Chen Yisen swung his right fist, landing a solid blow on the opponent's nose bridge. He then grabbed the opponent's right wrist holding the knife with his left hand, pulled it sharply towards him, and then raised his knee to strike the lower part of the opponent's sternum.
For someone who has not received special training, the pain and vagal reflexes caused by a sudden, heavy blow to the dense solar plexus are simply impossible to withstand by willpower alone.
The short, stocky black man, who had just been baring his teeth and brandishing his claws, suddenly felt as if all the air had been sucked out of his body. It seemed as if even his heartbeat had stopped for a moment. His vision, which had just been restored, began to go black again, and his legs lost their strength. He instinctively fell to the ground, curling up like a shrimp.
Chen Yisen temporarily dealt with his opponent and looked up into the distance.
Beside the car door, the man with the mohawk who had been so arrogant just moments before could only cower in silence.
He directed Joey to pick up the pistol on the ground, which looked like an AL9.0 produced by the Rock Island Armory, using the less powerful but readily available 9mm ammunition.
Next, the two prepared to work together to take down the last one, who already had little will to fight...
Let's just call them enemies for now.
but……
He overestimated the other party.
"Big brother, hero, my dear father... this really has nothing to do with me!" Before Joey could even get close, the last guy crawled up to him on all fours, pleading for mercy like a rap, "We agreed not to fight, but after I recognized them, they stopped listening to me..."