In the United States, it is actually very simple to find someone. With the digital social structure, it is difficult for a person to find his or her identity document. Of course, the information on the driver's license in the United States is sometimes more detailed and useful than the identity document.

Jiang Fangji bought some food and clothing items with his credit card, and his information was recorded in the National Consumption File. The Bureau of Statistics used this information to sort out the national consumption situation and recorded it in a large computer disk array.

Obtaining this information was too easy for a little hacker like Roger. With the help of Wang Xiaolong's gang, Li Moyang easily obtained Jiang Fangji's personal information. At this time, his name was Jack Jiang.

Li Moyang drove into the Fifth District of New York, which is Chinatown, where Jack Jiang lives here according to the information.

Li Moyang has been to Chinatown in New York several times. This time, it feels like revisiting the old place. The traditional archway stands tall, there are many shops on both sides of the street, red lanterns, and Chinese-speaking signboards are everywhere. It makes me feel as if I have come to the business of Mainland China.

On the street, most of the pedestrians hurried on the street have yellow skin.

Li Moyang parked the car in the roadside parking area, got out of the car with Xiwu, and walked towards Chinatown.

He rolled his eyes and felt something strange, someone was following him.

Xiwu also felt it. She held Li Moyang's arm and tapped signals on Li Moyang's arm with her fingers. This was their unique communication method, similar to Morse code.

Li Moyang turned his head and smiled, signaling Xi Wu to relax. Some people were following unfamiliar faces, especially those of yellow race. This shows that gangsters in Chinatown are quite vigilant.

Arriving in front of the building where Jiang Fangji lived, Li Moyang deliberately looked back. There were three Chinese boys who turned around in a panic and pretended to pass by. Li Moyang turned around and went upstairs with Xi Wu, and said with a smile: "This method is too clumsy. In front of the two of us.

Playing with a big knife, haha."

Xiwu didn't laugh, but thought for a second and said, "It feels a little strange. We were exposed? Why are they so purposeful and only staring at us?"

Li Moyang smiled and said nothing. He also felt something: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs. Get ready for battle."

Xi Wu nodded and put his hand into the pocket of his woolen coat. Inside was a small pistol. Li Moyang also put his right hand into his pocket. Inside was also a pistol that he got from the black market during his trip this week. The United States

The police-specific gun, a Glock pistol, has a capacity of seventeen bullets. Li Moyang is confident that the two of them can deal with any situation with fourteen bullets.

The two came to the door of a room on the fifth floor. Li Moyang was stunned. The door was actually ajar. It was interesting. Li Moyang pushed it gently and the door opened. The room was dark, and a strange smell came.

, Xiwu couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose.

Seeing that there was no one around, Li Moyang took out his gun and was ready to shoot at any time, and cautiously walked into the house step by step.

The room was not big, with one bedroom and one living room, only about 20 square meters. There were instant noodle boxes everywhere in the living room, and there was a rancid smell. There was no one in the living room. Li Moyang kicked open the bathroom next to it, and there was a mess of clothes and other items.

No one either.

The only thing left was the bedroom. Li Moyang listened carefully, but there was no movement. He kicked open the door. There was only one bed in the room. The sheets were wrinkled and a few scattered clothes were still on the bedside. The whole room was messy.

It is hard to imagine that this is where former high-ranking government officials lived.

Is Jiang Fangji not here? Or did the news leak out and escape? Several thoughts swirled in Li Moyang's mind. Xi Wu followed him back to back, staring at the apartment door.

Suddenly, Xi Wu's body froze, and the apartment door was kicked open. Li Moyang turned around suddenly, raised his gun and was about to shoot.

After a second, he put down the pistol sluggishly and shrugged. Xiwu also put down his arm, pointing the muzzle of the pistol downward.

There were three people standing opposite, with dark Uzi charges in their hands. The guns were pointed at Li Moyang and Xi Wu. They all looked Chinese and had stern faces.

Uzi charged. No wonder Li Moyang and Xi Wu put down their pistols. They were not at the same level of combat power at all. The room was small. Even if Li Moyang had superhuman skills, he could not use them. Under the rain of bullets, it was difficult to escape. Heroes are not

He who suffers immediate losses and knows the current affairs is a hero, and lowering the muzzle of the gun is the wisest choice.

A burst of laughter came from behind the three Chinese gunmen. The laughter was very familiar. Li Moyang and Xi Wu couldn't help but feel relaxed. Sure enough, it was him.

After the laughter ended, people also came out: "Haha, Mr. Li and your Japanese wife are indeed not ordinary people. We meet again."

Li Moyang also smiled and said: "Wu Yuedong, you are not just a taxi driver, haha. Nice to meet you."

The person who came was none other than Wu Yuedong, the taxi driver who helped Li Moyang rent a house. At this moment, he was wearing a crisp black woolen suit and looked very capable. He didn't look like a taxi driver at all.

He waved his hand, and a Chinese gunman stepped forward, took the pistols from Xi Wu and Li Moyang's hands, and touched both of them for a while, not shying away from the fact that Xi Wu was a woman.

Xi Wu was also very calm. She tolerated this small humiliation and accepted it.

Li Moyang smiled and said: "Old Wu, you are fine, please tell me what you have to say."

Wu Yuedong smiled and said: "Mr. Li, please come with your Japanese wife. Our boss wants to talk to you."

After saying that, Wu Yuedong waved his hand, and the three gunmen aimed their muzzles at Li Moyang and Xi Wu. Li Moyang shrugged and walked out the door. The three gunmen followed closely behind, hiding their Uzi submachine guns in their windbreakers, and escorted the two men.

Go downstairs.

Wu Yuedong led the way downstairs. He did not go out of the apartment door. Instead, he turned directly through a side door and came to the back of the building. Behind the building was a patio surrounded by buildings. Under one of the buildings was a gate. Wu Yuedong led the way out.

The door twists and turns, passes through countless corridors, and enters a dark door.

Along the way, Wu Yuedong paused and observed Li Moyang from time to time, but found that Li Moyang's expression remained unchanged, and he even had a close chat with him. The so-called Japanese girls who followed him also had an expression unchanged.

Wu Yuedong admired him deeply. This was the first time he saw someone so bold and dared to follow gangsters like them. You know, the Chinese gangs in New York have a despicable reputation and their methods are as dark as those of Vietnamese gangs, Japanese Yamaguchi, and

Sicilian Mafia.

Wu Yuedong and others escorted Li Moyang and Xi Wu into the door, and their eyes suddenly opened up. A Chinese-style hall appeared in front of them, with four large pillars and shiny oil. Opposite the door was an Eight Immortals table, with an old-fashioned wall clock on the table, and an

The vase symbolizes a lifetime of peace. Starting from the door of the house, a dozen big men in black lined up on both sides, showing no sign of authority.
Chapter completed!