When Roang saw Annabel, who had just turned ten, he was a little frightened by his aunt's behavior.

He opened his mouth and was about to cry, so he hugged her quickly and handed her a piece of chocolate in his pocket.

"Anna, what do you think this is?"

After his cousin's attention was successfully diverted by the chocolate, Roang whispered to his aunt who had been staring out the window: "Denise, is that the sound of the Chicago typewriter..."

Before Roang could finish asking, Denise covered his mouth with her hand, put her index finger on her mouth and said "Shh!"

"Buzz!"

The roar of a car engine being stepped on was approaching quickly from a distance.

The two people, who looked nervous, then saw a white Chevrolet, like a white lightning, speeding past on 51 Street in front of his house.

"Buzz!"

Before the two of them had time to talk, there was a more ferocious roar, and a black car chased the Chevrolet, closely following behind.

"Ta-ta-da...ta-ta-da...ta-ta-da..."

More importantly, the windows on both sides of the black car were lowered, and the driver was holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding something dark with the other hand, with firelight constantly coming out of it.

On the other side, a black man leaned out half his body, holding a highly recognizable Chicago typewriter in his hand, and fired at the Chevrolet in front of him.

Luo Ang, who carefully exposed half of the bag and looked at it secretly, saw this scene, his eyes suddenly froze, and his heart stopped beating for half a second.

Fortunately, their minds were focused on the Chevrolet in front of them. Otherwise, Luo Ang would not have thought that the weak walls of his home could withstand the impact of the typewriter if they had casually swept them to both sides.

Watching the car speed by, Luo Ang stood up and leaned on the back of the sofa. At this moment, he was keenly aware that the entire 51st Street in Washington Park had fallen into silence.

The black people who were having a party just now and rapping loudly and wantonly on the right have long since lost their voices.

Obviously, the people living in this slum area have realized that something is wrong and immediately extinguished the lights in their homes to avoid bringing trouble to themselves.

This kind of insight, like a hamster's, immediately finding a place to hide when encountering any disturbance, is their instinct to survive here.

However, when Luo Ang looked at all this, he didn't think it was something worth celebrating. Instead, it made him feel a sense of sadness.

Time passed quietly, Aunt Denise did not speak, and there was no sound inside or outside the street. It was like just a moment ago, hundreds of residents in the block suddenly evaporated.

Phew~

A gust of wind blew up, stirring up the sand and soil on the road. A few dead leaves were wrapped in garbage bags and rolled up on the asphalt road.

Finally, nearly twenty minutes after the chasing vehicle passed by, the lights of a two-story building opposite Luo Ang's house suddenly came on.

That should be Old Rhodes's house. Luo Ang thought to himself that Old Rhodes was indeed the one who had seen the most of the world on 51st Street. He was also the first to relax at this moment.

Like a chain reaction, the surrounding houses lit up one after another.

Luo Ang watched all this quietly. The residents in these side-by-side houses had no intention of coming out to observe.

As for calling and reporting the vehicle chase that occurred here to the Chicago Police Department?

Ah......

As long as you live on 51st Street for more than three months without being killed by various gang members, you will realize a truth.

The area of ​​Washington Park from 51st Street to 63rd Street is not within the sight of the Chicago Police Department, commonly known as the C.P.D.

They would rather patrol the streets of Hyde Park on the east side, just across the street from here, day and night, than take another look here.

Roang knew that those guys who wore body armor, had weapons on their waists, and had "police" written on their clothes did not dare or were unwilling to manage 51st Street because it was neither occupied by those powerful congressmen like the University of Chicago.

As we watched, it was not like the Streetville community adjacent to the docks, where many wealthy people lived.

This is the South Side of Chicago...

This is just the South Side of Chicago!

Therefore, when Luo Ang was ten years old, the first year after he moved to 51st Street, he saw two groups of people fighting at the intersection. He stared at the remaining remains and the door that looked like a hornet's nest around him.

Make up your mind to take your family and escape from this hell!

But, this is not easy...

Luo Ang silently thought that if he wanted to move to a white area, he would need at least 100,000 US dollars to buy a house. As for the home he lived in before, in Hyde Park, it would cost 150,000 US dollars.

I have been secretly saving money over the years. After five years, I have only saved 185 US dollars and 55 cents. With this amount of money, let alone buying a house, I can't even buy a door.

However, no matter what, I must find an opportunity and I must not stay here any longer.

This vehicle chase made Luo Ang more determined to leave as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Denise, who had been nervously staring out the window, breathed a sigh of relief after making sure again and again that no one would suddenly break into the house.

He cursed in a low voice excitedly: "FXXK! These damn niggers..."

"You actually do this on the street, what a bunch of M-FXXK bastards~"

After cursing in a unique pronunciation, she then murmured to herself with a sad look on her face: "I don't know if the group just now is from GD or the group of Italians who came some time ago?"

"I hope no one among the group of people who just escaped was killed, otherwise our life will not be easy in the next month."

She hugged the confused Annabell tightly, as if she was hugging the whole world.

"Aunt Denise, don't worry too much. Trust me, we will be fine..." Luo Ang could only comfort her softly.

Seeing that her lips were still tightly closed, he began to persuade: "I just noticed that there are a lot of eyes on the white car in front of me, but there are only people in the front seat, and the car has been driving smoothly. I don't think there is anyone there.

Would fight for a Chevy!"

Hearing his firm tone, Aunt Denise was dubious. She seemed to be comforting herself, and also seemed to be comforting Luo Ang and said: "Leon, you are right, there are just a few extra eyes in the car, GD and the others

A lunatic will not come here to trouble us just because of this."

Roang knew why Aunt Denise was so scared, because her husband was killed by innocent Mucang in the last gang conflict, so she was very afraid that the same thing would happen again on 51st Street.

Because the Chevrolet that escaped just now is very famous in this area of ​​51st Street.

They were members of the "Gangster Disciples", a gang mainly composed of African Americans, under the "Folk Nation", the largest gang alliance in Chicago in recent years, also commonly known as GD.

Among them, it is responsible for the car of "Longtongue" Leif, the most famous gang member in the community in recent years under the 51st Street underground.
Chapter completed!