Order Society

Bai Jing had no intention of changing the status of Chinese people.

After all, they had come to America of their own free will. No one had forced them, right? If they got discriminated against, who could they blame?

What was even funnier was getting discriminated against in America, then desperately showing off their supposed superiority on domestic websites!

"If you don't want your eyes, donate them to someone who does!" Bai Jing shot Ryan a cold glance. The darkness in his eyes sent a chill through Ryan's heart, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

In the conference room, finance officer Alba Khan, occultist Denny Roberts, lieutenants Hu Tianxiang, Sano Billson, Pigg Schultz, and Ryan Daling—whose position no one seemed to know—sat around the office table.

Bai Jing tossed several sheets of A4 paper onto the table and handed them out. "Starting today, the Gray Squirrel Gang will be renamed the Order Society. This is our symbol!"

A pyramid radiated circular light, and at the center of the triangle was a pitch-black eye.

The Eye of Order!

The group looked at one another in silence.

With a new boss came a new name and emblem. That was perfectly normal.

"As for the president, you'll take the position!" Bai Jing looked at Pigg Schultz, who was still sprawled over the table in weakness.

"Huh?" Pigg froze. "W-Why me?"

"Because you're stupid!" Bai Jing said flatly. "You don't need to think. Just do whatever I tell you!"

Of course, Bai Jing would not say it was because Pigg was White.

Sano was White too, but his image was too polished.

Didn't America love using ugly, short, fat Asians in movies? Then he would put an idiotic, fat, dim-witted White man out front. He could get featured in Time magazine or the news now and then, just to disgust America. That was called learning the enemy's strengths to defeat the enemy!

Pigg nodded obediently.

"For now, the society will establish two departments: the Security Department and the Finance Department. Other than Denny, Alba Khan, and Ryan, everyone else will be assigned to the Combat Department, with Sano as its director!" Bai Jing continued. "Hu Tianxiang, you'll be deputy director!"

Sano and Hu Tianxiang nodded together.

"Ryan, you'll be vice president and help Pigg handle daily affairs!" Bai Jing turned to Ryan again.

Ryan nodded. "Yes, Boss!"

"Next is our business!" Bai Jing continued. "From now on, no more gambling, prostitution, drugs, human trafficking, or any other illegal criminal activities!"

Bai Jing did want to cause trouble for America, but such petty schemes were meaningless, low-class, and violated the bottom line of being human. He disdained doing them.

"Ah, if we don't do anything, how are we supposed to make money?" Ryan hurriedly asked.

"Security fees!" Bai Jing said calmly. "From now on, every company and mall operating on our turf must hand over ten percent of its profits. In return, we guarantee that their businesses can operate safely and orderly without any disturbances!"

"Uh..." Ryan shook his head in alarm. "That won't work, Boss. It's impossible. We'd be stealing business from the Federal Tax Bureau. We'll be wiped out!"

"That's why we'll establish a security company and collect the fees through reasonable, legal means!" Bai Jing said. "What company doesn't need to hire security guards?"

"Uh..." Ryan was stunned. It felt wrong somehow, but he could not put his finger on why.

"I remember there's a blind lawyer in Hell's Kitchen named Matt Murdock. You can ask him for advice on how to collect this money legally and reasonably!" Bai Jing continued.

"If we can really collect that much money, then we truly won't need to touch drugs anymore!" As Ryan thought about it, his eyes actually began to shine!

He knew exactly how profitable businesses were. With their two blocks alone, they could probably collect more than a million a year. If they could take over all of Hell's Kitchen, wouldn't earning several hundred million dollars annually be easy?

Most importantly, they would not need to fight and kill, nor would they have to worry about the police showing up...

"But what if those business owners refuse to pay?" Ryan asked again.

"Find some homeless people and have them sit outside their storefronts. Problem solved!" Bai Jing chuckled. This kind of thing did not even require thought. There were too many examples to follow.

Stores had to pay taxes anyway. Rather than paying taxes to the American government so it could build fighter jets and aircraft carriers, they might as well pay him so he could support impoverished mountain areas!

"Of course, to make them feel the money is worth it, we'll also bring every homeless person and thug in our territory under control and arrange for them to become security guards!" Bai Jing continued. "I heard there's a retired Marine Corps captain named Frank Castle. He's quite capable. It would be good to invite him to train them!"

Ryan blinked. Something still felt strange. If they really did this, would they still be a gang?

"Of course, that isn't our current goal!" Bai Jing looked at Sano. "Prepare the men. Tonight, we raid the Viper Gang!"

"Ah!" Ryan cried out. "No, Boss, the Redneck..."

Had he already forgotten what Bai Jing had just told him?

The Redneck would come attack them!

"Do you know what blitzkrieg is?" Bai Jing smiled. "If we take down the Viper Gang overnight and end the battle tomorrow, they won't even have time to mobilize their forces. How could they possibly ambush us?"

Unlike Hong Kong gangs, America did not ban guns, so American gangs had all kinds of weapons in their hands.

Pistols and rifles were standard equipment. They even had UZIs and Chicago Typewriters. Bai Jing even spotted a PTRD-41 anti-materiel sniper rifle in the armory!

"Where did this gun come from?" The moment Bai Jing saw the sniper rifle, his blood began to boil.

He did not actually know much about sniper rifles, but long was good, and big was beautiful!

This sniper rifle was two meters long!

Its bullets were 11.4 centimeters long!

At a range of five hundred meters, it could penetrate a 25-millimeter-thick steel plate at a ninety-degree angle!

"This was a gun left behind by the Hegel Family!" Ryan explained from the side. "But there aren't many bullets left. Only seventeen rounds!"

This weapon had been designed by Soviet military engineers during World War II to counter German tanks. Its performance was far superior to comparable German weapons of the era, so not only did the Soviets like it, the Germans also loved it as war booty.

Production of this rifle began in 1941, and it participated in the Battle of Moscow. It was discontinued in 1945. No one knew exactly how many were made, but during the Soviet era, there were around forty thousand of them officially accounted for.

However, after the Soviet Union collapsed, the wastrels who came afterward sold off everything everywhere, from tanks and engineers to aircraft carriers. The PTRD-41 was no exception. The Hegel Family had somehow acquired one through an unknown channel.

Perhaps the Hegel Family had been a Russian gang. But that had all happened six years ago, and Ryan did not know much about it.

Bai Jing beckoned with a finger, and gravity effortlessly lifted the rifle into his arms.

He found that the rifle had been extremely well maintained. There was not a speck of rust or grime on it. The barrel and stock were as clean as new, as if someone had been taking care of it regularly.

He looked around again and immediately spotted a child with a somewhat timid gaze hiding among the crowd.

Had this child been maintaining the rifle all along?

"Eh, why are you here? Where's your father?" Ryan spotted the youth as well and turned to ask.

"Two months ago, he got drunk in the street and was beaten to death by passing police officers," the youth hurriedly said. "But I'd already been maintaining weapons for you with my father for two years. I'm very professional!"

The person responsible for maintaining the guns had been dead for two months, yet no one had noticed...

"Hm?" Bai Jing blinked, then beckoned again.

The child did not dare approach. Ryan grabbed the back of the youth's collar. "The boss called for you, and you still dare hide?"

He shoved the child forward.

Bai Jing looked her over. He had sensed from far away that there was something off about this child. Once she came close enough for him to scan her, sure enough, this was not some young boy. She was a girl!

After a brief thought, he understood why she had disguised herself as a boy.

Life in New York was difficult. Judging from her appearance, she was still far from adulthood and had no legitimate way to earn a living. If she did not want to sell herself, then disguising herself as a boy and inheriting her father's work was her only option.

Fortunately, the Gray Squirrel Gang's management was so lax that no one had noticed for two months.

But Bai Jing had noticed now.

"What's your name?" Bai Jing asked.

"..." The girl timidly raised her head. When she saw Bai Jing's deep black eyes, she felt as if her thoughts had been sucked in at once.

She answered blankly, "L-Lumira Iro Pavlichenko..."

Boys' and girls' voices were naturally similar during puberty, and Lumira had deliberately concealed hers. That was why no one had discovered her identity until now.

But now, with Lumira lost in a trance, she was using her natural voice!

Ryan quietly raised his head, then lowered it again.

Bai Jing smiled and patted Lumira on the head. "Follow me from now on!"

It was not that he was into little girls. With Gravity Scan in hand, everyone looked like nothing more than flesh and bone to him.

You had to believe him!

The main thing was that, looking around, the whole gang seemed convinced by him on the surface, but he had no idea what thoughts they hid in private!

With Lumira around, at least he would have one person of his own in the future!

She might be young, but he could teach her later! Maybe she would become the next Natasha!

Wrapping up the PTRD-41, Bai Jing said, "Tonight, I'll support you with this!"

The qualities of an elite sniper were steady hands, good eyesight, and strong math skills, weren't they?

Bai Jing controlled firearms with gravity, so he would never shake. His eyesight was excellent enough to see the hairs on a person's face three kilometers away. His thoughts now moved incredibly fast, allowing him to instantly judge the effects of wind speed and humidity on a bullet's trajectory!

So Bai Jing had the potential to become a world-class super sniper as well!

Hawkeye? He was just a primitive man with a bow!

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