The three drove the truck back to New York City, but this time they did not go to Manhattan.

Instead, we went straight to Flushing, a Chinese-inhabited area where the public security situation of this generation is relatively good.

And it was also far away from Lehman's sight. They planned to rest here for a few days.

Nelson was familiar with this place and soon came to a logistics company that looked abandoned for a long time.

The two of them drove into the company's logistics warehouse with ease.

"This place is the territory of an old comrade of mine. He now lives overseas all year round."

"This place is temporarily vacant. It will be safer here."

"Besides, the Lehman we offended this time is not an ordinary person."

"Nowadays, New York State must be tight on the outside and loose on the inside. All highways out of the state will be strictly controlled."

"And several of us must have been on Lehman's blacklist, leaving New York City, including the nearby airport in western New Zhejiang."

"If we show up, we will be controlled immediately, so we will return to New York first and hide here for a few days."

"He must not have thought of..."

Chen Rui also thinks Nelson is right.

The power of Lehman must have laid dragnets on highways throughout New York State.

If they want to drive out of New York State, it will definitely not be that easy.

And if they use their own passports to buy air tickets, they will definitely be reported as soon as possible.

Rather than that, it would be better to spend a few days in New York.

He should never have thought that they would be so bold and dare to play tricks under the light!

After parking the car, Nelson took Chen Rui and Karen out of the warehouse and went straight to Flushing Center.

Flushing is also a Chinese community that has only flourished in the past two decades.

Mainland immigrants are here, and most of them have just immigrated in recent years.

Therefore, the appearance of this group of immigrants is completely different from that of the older generation.

Compared with the older generation, these immigrants are more confident and retain more of their own elements of the Dragon Kingdom.

So walking on the road here feels almost like returning to a small county town in China.

However, they are not here today to go shopping and enjoy the scenery, but to do business.

Nelson was familiar with the road and took the two of them to a small alley behind the main street in downtown Flushing.

Here he knocked on the door of a small three-story red brick building.

The person who opened the door was a greasy middle-aged man with long black hair, who looked like he should be Asian.

And Chen Rui only took one look and felt that this person should be of Chinese descent.

When he saw it was Nelson, the man was stunned, but he didn't ask any more questions and let them in.

"You haven't eaten? Find a place to sit and I'll get something to eat."

The man seemed to be very familiar with Nelson. He invited Nelson and others to come in and found a place to sit. Then he turned around and entered the kitchen.

Only then did Chen Rui and Karen have time to look at the layout of the house.

The house is a three-story brick-concrete building. This architectural style should have been a small workshop-style factory in the past.

There used to be many small factories of this type in New York, but with the de-industrialization of the United States,

These small factories gradually became dilapidated and abandoned. It was only in the past twenty years that these houses were converted into residences.

The house in front of you should be a typical example of renovation, with a tall loft layout.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a very spacious, two-story open multi-functional living room.

However, because it is very close to the row of houses in front, the lighting on the first floor is not very good and it is slightly dim.

The room has only simple decoration, the floor is painted with self-leveling paint, and the walls still retain exposed red bricks.

It looks very rough and has a very urban Soho feel.

The layout of the living room on the first floor is very simple, with a zigzag sofa in the middle and a coffee table in the middle.

Against the far wall, there is a row of wine cabinets and a bar.

There is also a pile of fitness equipment on the other side. Looking from the first floor to the window on the second floor, you can see some easels there.

It seems that the owner has some artistic talent and likes to draw.

The room was filled with the smell of cigarettes mixed with alcohol.

The smell is not very good, which may be related to the fact that the windows are not opened for ventilation in the room.

Nelson couldn't help but shook his head when he saw the dirty environment in the room.

Instructing Chen Rui and Karen to clean up, he got up and opened the window for ventilation.

Soon the man came to the front hall with several pieces of pasta. When he saw Nielsen opening the window, his expression immediately changed.

"Hurry up and close the windows, be careful of viruses floating in."

Seeing this guy's panicked look, Chen Rui and Karen looked at each other a little.

Nelson couldn't help but shook his head when he saw this man's appearance.

"Martin, it's been all these years, haven't you seen a doctor?"

The man glared at him: "What are you looking at? I'm not sick!"

"Why!"

Nelson sighed, shook his head helplessly, and then introduced it to Chen Rui and Karen.

"This is my comrade-in-arms when I participated in the second Middle East War, Martin Lee! He is my best friend."

"Martin, these are my daughter and son-in-law!"

Martin looked at Karen, then at Chen Rui, then looked at Nelson and said.

"You guys are so lucky!"

"hey-hey!"

When Nelson heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

Several people came to the bar and sat down, took the pasta and started eating.

"Tell me, what do you want to do when you come to me this time?"

Martin took a few mouthfuls of noodles and suddenly asked Nelson.

Nelson didn't beat around the bush at all: "Firstly, I want to stay with you for a few days, and secondly, I hope you can help us get a few sets of documents."

Martin frowned slightly after hearing this: "What trouble did you get into again?"

Nelson chuckled: "Don't worry about this. The less you know, the better it is for you."

Martin sighed, and then said: "I'll help you make a few sets of documents, no problem."

"You know my charging standards, and this is not a family hotel."

"It costs money to live here."

Nelson smiled and nodded: "Don't worry! We know your rules."

"However, I don't have that much cash on hand right now. Can I use things to pay off the debt when the time comes?"

"Something? What something?"

Nelson smiled and nodded at Chen Rui, who opened the suitcase.

He took out the tank cup that belonged to Sir Drake.

"What is this?"

Martin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached out and took the tank cup.

He grabbed the desk lamp next to him and started studying under the light.

Chen Rui sat aside and watched his inspection techniques, which were very professional.

First look at the pattern on the outside, then look at the overall back to see if there are any inscriptions, and then look at the inside of the cup.
Chapter completed!