When Zhuo Junyan woke up in the morning, he walked down the stairs in his nightgown and saw Yin Sado waiting for him at the dining table. The servants had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast.
It's Chinese food.
"I'm determined." Zhuo Junyan smiled and sat down on the main seat: "Do you know what's the worst thing there? It's just that there's no delicious food."
Yin Sado held up the champagne: "The United States also has no gourmet food. Do you know how the U.S. government entertains guests at its state banquet? If the head of a country comes, he will serve him with his own country's dishes, because we don't have our own famous dishes at all.
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"Japan is an exception." Zhuo Junyan said.
"That's right." Yin Sado laughed.
When the Japanese Prime Minister went to the United States, he was served hamburgers.
This is also considered a famous American dish.
Zhuo Junyan ate three breakfasts in one go, then wiped his mouth with satisfaction and said: "This is the most satisfying thing you have done since I came back. A good chef is very important!"
Yin Saduo was confused: "You are a little different from before."
Zhuo Junyan was stunned: "What?"
"You're starting to enjoy life."
Hearing this, Zhuo Junyan laughed: "Yes, people will always change."
"Maybe your status there is more than just good."
"If you want to inquire about my thoughts, do the job I asked you to do well." Zhuo Junyan picked up a newspaper and said, "By the way, check where Li Tuohai is now."
"Are you looking for Li Tuohai?"
"Over there, when I hand over tasks, if my subordinates hesitate or talk nonsense to me, I usually break his neck." Zhuo Junyan put down the newspaper: "I know you are used to being the boss, but you are not used to it.
Be a subordinate, but you'd better get used to it."
Yin Saduo's scalp felt numb for a while and he nodded repeatedly.
Zhuo Junyan looked expressionless as he watched Yin Saduo leave.
The phone rang suddenly.
Zhuo Junyan took it, and Di Qingxia's voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's me."
"Do you have a phone?" Zhuo Junyan smiled: "Where is your identity?"
"Solved."
Zhuo Junyan silently hung up the phone and continued reading the newspaper.
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Street phone booth in Los Angeles.
Di Qingxia hung up the phone and stood on the street waiting.
A moment later, a police car stopped next to Di Qingxia, and it was Baldwin who was sitting in the car.
Di Qingxia came over: "Captain Baldwin?"
"Director!" Baldwin corrected: "Are you from Zhuo?"
Di Qingxia opened the car door, got in, and handed Baldwin a bag of money: "What's yours? What do we want?"
Baldwin handed Di Qingxia a paper bag.
Looking at him, he suddenly said: "Last night, Anlock Nightclub..."
"I did it." Di Qingxia smiled.
"Can you do me a favor? Don't try to steal money on my territory next time. I don't care if you give me money, I just ask you not to cause me any more trouble."
"Then it depends on where the target is." Di Qingxia opened the paper bag and checked: "St. Louis? Where is it?"
"Missouri."
"Is it far?"
Baldwin looked at Di Qingxia doubtfully, but finally suppressed his doubts: "If you take a plane, you can get there the same day."
"Buy two tickets for me and use these two identities." Di Qingxia handed him his identity information.
Baldwin looked at it and said, "Qiao Yin and Rafaelde? Damn it, I know them. They are members of the Skeleton Gang. I have arrested them twice. What is your relationship with them?"
"This has nothing to do with you."
"But you asked me to buy tickets for them? Why not let them buy them themselves? They are not wanted criminals."
"Because I don't know how to buy it!" Di Qingxia said helplessly, "Or you can teach me how to buy a ticket, and then tell me about the check-in procedures."
Baldwin was completely stunned.
Two hours later.
Di Qingxia and Sun Tiefeng appeared at the Los Angeles Airport wearing two black faces.
Thousand Faces could only change their faces, not their skin, so they had to dye their skin black as well.
This made Sun Tiefeng complain: "Why don't you pretend to be yellow-skinned?"
"Chinese don't kill Chinese."
"Not all yellow people are Chinese."
"But I don't have the ability to tell the difference! Korean, Japanese and Hokkien are all sacred texts to us! The languages here are too complicated!" Di Qingxia was helpless.
The Fission of the Earth in the Hongyuan world unified the language to a certain extent, but the complexity was far less than here.
Di Qingxia, an ancient person, came to the world and could speak English but did not understand other local Chinese dialects. In addition, the time was short, the task was heavy, and she did not want to kill innocent people, so she had to find a few gang members to solve the problem.
As a result, I am now covered in shoe polish.
Di Qingxia comforted him: "Be patient and wait until you get to another place before changing your identity."
"The problem is that I smell like shoe polish."
"Breath-holding Technique."
Sun Tiefeng sighed: "I practiced this technique in order to become the best assassin in the world, but I didn't expect that I would use it to impersonate a black man. It's simply ridiculous!"
I couldn't find any good words for the moment, and I just felt speechless.
Di Qingxia said leisurely: "Which one do you think is more ridiculous than being lascivious on the first day of entering heaven, robbing houses, killing people and stealing goods, pretending to be someone else, and then sitting in a big iron shell and flying in the sky?"
Sun Tiefeng was dumbfounded for a moment, then laughed: "It's indeed interesting!"
After entering the airport, I went through the security check.
Although he didn't understand many things, he followed the crowd, kept asking and learning, and finally arrived at the departure gate... It was just a little awkward when going through the security check, and Sun Tiefeng almost took off his underwear.
After getting on the plane, the two found their seats.
Di Qingxia looked at the ticket and then at the seat. There was a big white man sitting in her seat by the window.
Di Qingxia was cautious: "Sir, if I read correctly, are you sitting in my seat now?"
The big white man glared at him: "You can sit next to me, too."
Di Qingxia frowned.
Sun Tiefeng came over and asked, "Is this in compliance with the rules?"
Di Qingxia also looked confused: "I don't know. Forget it, let's sit down first and then talk."
The two sat down next to the big white man.
Sun Tiefeng sat in the middle, looked at the small table in front of the big white man next to him, and then looked at the small table on the back of the chair in front of him. He fiddled with it carefully, and then heard a click and put the small table down.
"Interesting." Sun Tiefeng laughed, took back the small table board, put it down, and had a great time playing.
The person in the front seat was angry: "I said, buddy, what are you doing?"
Sun Tiefeng shrugged and said to Di Qingxia: "The people here have bad tempers."
Di Qingxia looked at her seat belt intently and frowned: "How do I do this?"
Sun Tiefeng looked at his seat belt and didn't know how to fasten it, so he simply asked the white man next to him: "How to fasten this?"
The white man was angry: "Are you an idiot? God, why do you want me to sit with two niggas?"
Sun Tiefeng thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his left hand and punched the big man in the face.
Bang!
The big man fainted.
The people around looked at them, all speechless.
Di Qingxia asked again: "How to tie this?"
On a seat not far away, an old lady gave him a demonstration.
Di Qingxia successfully tied it on and smiled: "Thank you."
Sun Tiefeng pouted: "Sure enough, fists are still useful."