Plan Change

Bai Jing's original plan had been simple: take over a gang, gather funds to buy one or several lithography machines, bring them back, and use the scanning ability of his Black Hole Eye along with nanoscale precision processing to manufacture upgrades himself.

Although America's chip sanctions had come in 2020, China's pursuit of the semiconductor industry had begun as early as the 1980s.

If Bai Jing could bring back two machines, forget being an undocumented resident—even if he were an alien, getting Huaxia citizenship probably wouldn't be a problem.

As for why he wanted to do this—

America was filled with discrimination against Asians. You couldn't enter politics, couldn't rise into the upper ranks of major corporations, and if you wanted to start a high-tech company, you would be suppressed and unable to grow.

Even marrying a White woman or buying a house in a White neighborhood would bring pressure from every direction.

Not to mention that if your descendants wanted to attend a good school, they would need scores a hundred points higher than other ethnic groups!

But if he went to China with superpowers and lithography machines, he could mobilize enormous resources. Even if he wanted to build spaceships in the future, he would have a place in it.

The Black Hole Eye grew stronger by absorbing matter, but the mass of a black hole was simply too great.

Earth's Schwarzschild Radius was only 9 millimeters. In other words, even if he absorbed the entire Earth, the gravitational range of his black hole might only increase by 9 millimeters.

Of course, his Black Hole Eye might differ from a real black hole, but no matter what, to a black hole, Earth truly was nothing more than an insignificant grain of dust.

To develop his superpower, he had to enter space.

According to his original plan, this should have been a sci-fi story about using the black hole's high-end precision processing ability to lead China into the sea of stars.

But now, he had suddenly discovered that this was the Marvel Universe?

Then the plan had to change.

After all, in the Marvel Universe, chips were merely low-end technology. Above them were things like the Perfect Human Potion, Iron Man Armor, Fusion Battery, Nano Armor, Vibranium, the Helicarrier, Destroyer Armor...

If he went back now carrying lithography machines, he really would be throwing away a watermelon to pick up sesame seeds.

"Tony's taste may be terrible, but the Iron Man Armor is genuinely cool—especially that later Nano Armor!"

Besides, a black hole was a voracious consumer of matter. The entire Earth would not be enough to feed it. That was also why he needed to enter space.

But if he remembered correctly, wouldn't a hammer be falling down soon?

It was forged from neutron star material. If he swallowed it, it should be more effective than swallowing several Earths, right?

More importantly, the hammer was small and convenient to devour. Swallowing Earth would be slow and inefficient.

After that, there were several Infinity Stones on Earth, supposedly containing infinite energy...

"Boss, everyone's here!" The door opened, and several bodyguards led in three people—two White men and one brown-skinned man.

"These are the three heads in charge of our Gray Squirrel Gang's territories," Ryan introduced. "Sano Billson, Pigg Schultz, and Hu Tianxiang!"

Sano Pierce was nearly 1.9 meters tall, covered in muscle, with fierce eyes. He looked like no good person at all, but once his gaze softened, he appeared normal enough.

Pigg Schultz was only 1.7 meters tall, but broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, his body covered in fat and his face shining with grease. He looked less like a gang member and more like a butcher.

As for Hu Tianxiang—

He had brownish-yellow skin, stood 1.7 meters tall, and wore a white shirt. He was somewhat thin, with an honest smile and simple eyes. He looked less like a gang boss and more like a farm boy.

Perhaps the bodyguards had told them about Bai Jing's exploits on the way over. All three looked at Bai Jing curiously. Other than Hu Tianxiang, the other two had eyes full of provocation and doubt.

Bai Jing looked at Hu Tianxiang and asked, "Chinese?"

"Annanese," Hu Tianxiang replied.

"Oh..." Bai Jing nodded, and the interest he had just begun to feel vanished. "You should all know about me. I want to become the boss of the Gray Squirrel Gang. Do you have any objections?"

The three exchanged glances. Pigg Schultz said in a muffled voice, "They all say you're impressive, but I don't believe it. Come on, hit me once. If you can knock me down too, I'll submit to you!"

Bai Jing rose to his feet, walked up to Pigg, and lightly patted his shoulder. Then he turned to Ryan. "Go buy me some Chinese food. Also, hold a meeting in an hour!"

Sano and Hu Tianxiang stared in shock at Pigg, who had collapsed limply onto the floor. "Seriously? Isn't that a little exaggerated?"

Pigg's face was pale, cold sweat pouring down his face. "Brothers, quick, pull me up..."

The Gray Squirrel Gang had been founded in 2002. In fact, as early as 1993, after the Bront Brothers graduated from high school and had nowhere left to study, they had taken up knives and begun robbing people on the streets.

Then, because they dared to fight and risk their lives, the Hegel Family noticed them and recruited them. Later, because of his handsome appearance, Bront caught the eye of the Hegel Family's eldest daughter and became a live-in son-in-law.

Afterward, the Hegel Family lost many people in a turf war against the Viper Family. Even Bront's wife and father-in-law died, so Bront took the remaining men and founded the present Gray Squirrel Gang.

After six years of diligent development, the Gray Squirrel Gang had finally become a small gang with 127 members, controlling two blocks in Hell's Kitchen.

As an aside, Hell's Kitchen had twenty-four streets numbered 35 through 58, as well as Ninth, Tenth, Eleventh, and Twelfth Avenues.

The avenues ran north to south, while the streets ran east to west, dividing all of Hell's Kitchen into ninety-six neat, grid-like blocks!

The Gray Squirrel Gang was located on West 46th Street, between Tenth and Twelfth Avenues.

That might not make it very clear where exactly it was!

If you followed this street straight ahead until you reached Fifth Avenue, you would arrive at the world-famous Times Square in New York!

"This location is excellent!" Bai Jing did not care about America, and he had never been here before, so naturally he did not know much about Hell's Kitchen.

But now, with a map of New York City laid out before him, Bai Jing looked at Hell's Kitchen again and realized that this was actually a place with enormous potential!

To the west was the Hudson River, with more than a dozen piers and convenient transportation.

To the east lay Times Square in Manhattan, arguably the most prosperous place in America.

This was practically New York City's second ring road!

Such a good location had suffered high crime rates for years because of gangs, immigrants, and its complicated ethnic makeup, preventing its economy from ever improving?

"In America, it isn't easy to rise through legitimate means. But what about the underworld?" Bai Jing took out an ink pen and circled the square-shaped Hell's Kitchen.

First, it could make money. Second, it would give him control over a force. Third, it was in New York while remaining hidden in the background, making it extremely convenient for participating in certain matters.

He tapped the table as he thought. Ryan came running in.

"Boss, I bought the food. I didn't know what you liked, so I got General Tso's Chicken, pork tenderloin in sweet and sour sauce, Mapo Tofu, xiaolongbao, Chongqing Spicy Chicken, and boiled dumplings."