America: I'm really not crazy

Chapter 108 The Invincible Cruz

The basement of the Palm Motel outside Miami.

Cruz counted the cash in his hand, which contained almost no hundred-dollar bills, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Since the former "boss" of the Viper Gang, Dark, was killed by two tough guys, and then suffered a violent attack from the former leader of the Crocodile Gang, Miles, and a financial offensive from the current leader, Tessa, the gang has been in trouble.

This once formidable gang, one of Miami's three major factions, has now fallen apart.

Even he, who was once just a "captain" in the gang, was able to gather a group of people and start his own gang under the banner of "Viper Gang".

Unfortunately, this also meant they couldn't do the lucrative "flour" business and could only engage in small businesses like "ice".

However, Cruz believes that it won't be long before he reunifies the "Viper Gang" and becomes the new "boss".

Because the "boss" of "Boss Dak" has already sent someone to contact him.

If he can reclaim the "abandoned factory" where Dark was killed, the "big boss" will support him to take over.

Fortunately, the Viper Gang still wielded considerable influence, and the area was not overrun by homeless people.

And because it had already been exposed, it did not attract the covetousness of other gangs.

He took over the place with almost no effort and moved his "ice" factory there.

This was something he came up with on a whim.

The most dangerous place is the safest. Neither the police nor other gangs would ever imagine that someone would dare to "rebuild a production line" in an "abandoned factory" that has already been exposed.

Moreover, he felt that since the "big boss" valued that place so much, there must be some secret there.

If his "factory" were ever exposed, the "big boss" would probably pull him out of trouble to protect the "secret" of the place.

And as it turned out, he was right.

When he replied to the "big boss" that he had reclaimed the area, the other party gave him a "key" and told him to keep it safe and to go to the underground "armory" alone regularly to charge the cell phones inside.

However, he didn't tell the "big boss" that he had built his "factory" there.

He felt that if he spoke up, the "big boss" would definitely make him move out.

However, he had no intention of being a "mangy dog" like Darko; he wanted to be the "king" of the Miami night.

Cruz unconsciously quickened his pace as he counted the money, already imagining how "fun" he would be once he became the "king" of Miami's nightlife.

Find two prostitutes: one seductive to play with, and one pretty to look at.

If you're going to kill someone, you have to kill their whole family; that's what makes it orderly.

As for business... he wants to sell "flour" into the White House!

Just as Cruz was about to reach his climax, a piece of painful news hit him like a punch to the face, abruptly ending his dream.

"So, you idiot, are you going to tell me that less than twelve hours after I handed the 'factory' over to you, you're going to abandon it?"

Esther Ban shrank back, not daring to reply.

But Cruz was very unhappy with his reaction.

In an instant, he pulled out the gun and roughly shoved it into Esther's mouth.

Answer me!

"Click-clack..."

Esther was trembling, his teeth chattering against the gun like a telegraph machine.

He dared not back down, and could only nod reluctantly.

Fuck you!

Cruz drew his gun and slammed the butt into Esther's face.

Ace's head was smashed to the side, and the rusty, salty taste instantly filled his mouth, with a few teeth falling out from the corner of his mouth.

"He...he's amazing...and also...crazy..."

Esther dared not resist, and could only offer a brief, laughing explanation.

"Amazing? More amazing than me?"

As Cruz spoke, he kicked Esther, knocking her over.

"crazy?"

Cruz let out a howl like a wild beast.

"How fucking insane can he be!"

Seeing her boss's frenzied state, Esther dared not utter a sound.

But this still displeased Cruz.

"You fucking piece of trash!"

He jumped up and kicked Esther in the head.

Esther's nose was knocked crooked by the kick, and he lay on the ground curled up in a ball.

Cruz, however, hadn't vented his anger enough. Under the influence of "flour," he suddenly jumped up and stomped hard on Esther's head with both feet.

One, two, three...

Cruz only stopped when Esther's hand, which was protecting her head, was broken by being stepped on, and he was panting heavily, supporting himself on his knee.

"Oh shit!"

Cruz cursed again, bent down, grabbed Esther by the collar, forcibly pulled him up, and roared.

"The key! I'm giving it to you! The key you were so careful to protect with your own worthless life!"

"It's...it's in the safe. Boss, don't worry, I..."

"Don't worry about your mother's head!"

Cruz hit the butt of the gun again.

This time, he smashed Esther's cheek, leaving a bump the size of a goose egg.

Cruz, still not satisfied, kicked Esther in the stomach again.

He knew these people were stupid, but he never imagined they were this hopelessly stupid.

Cruz originally intended to make the key and himself indignant, so that if any problems arose on his side in the future, this "key" would be a "bargaining chip" for him to negotiate with the "big boss".

But now, this idiot who rose to power by "donating money" has actually lost the key!

Locked in a safe?

Fuck it!

He has countless ways to open that damn thin-walled safe!

Fortunately, as the "gunners" that Dark had once supported, his core subordinates and he himself were extremely powerful! Coupled with the equipment provided by the "big boss," they were invincible!

Anyone who dares to cause him trouble will have their head blown off by him!

"No! That's not all! I'm going to cut that idiot's head off and use it as a toilet!"

Cruz cursed and kicked Esther again, then immediately pulled out his phone to gather his men.

Thirty minutes later, Cruz arrived at the perimeter of the "factory" with twelve fully armed gunmen and the "culprit," Esther.

However, instead of attacking immediately, he used his SCAR-L assault rifle to poke Esther in the lower back.

"Go! Check on the situation!"

Esther, who was already trembling, was so startled that she almost fell to her knees.

"Huh? Me?"

Cruz kicked Esther directly.

"What the hell are you spouting? Who else would it be but you? Do as I say right now! Or I'll smash your balls in!"

As Cruz spoke, he pulled the bolt back.

Esther practically tumbled and crawled toward the "factory," while a burst of laughter erupted behind him.