Back on Earth, Zhuo Junyan has appeared in the place where he traveled before.
The small car that was left behind is gone, and the arms left on the car are not available to anyone.
Because both the mobile phone and the power bank were out of power, Zhuo Junyan first went to a nearby supermarket to recharge—Americans are used to on-board charging, so it was inconvenient to buy a power bank.
I came to the supermarket at this moment, and while charging, I tore open a piece of bread. While I was eating, I saw news appearing on the big screen of the supermarket.
"The latest news is that there was an explosion on Highway 45 this morning. This is the fourth explosion in Los Angeles in the past three months. According to police speculation, this is still a terrorist attack against Ms. Tang Ning, but luckily
What's more, Ms. Tang Ning was not harmed in this attack..."
Tang Ning?
Zhuo Junyan's eyes narrowed slightly.
So, is it because of Truto's wife and kids?
wrong!
They are worthless!
Zhuo Junyan looked at the news. In the news, a car had been burned down to its skeleton. A reporter was interviewing the car. Unfortunately, the person involved was no longer there.
Zhuo Junyan looked at the battery on his cell phone and called Isadore directly.
"Isadore, it's me."
Isadore was obviously surprised on the phone: "Are you still alive?"
Zhuo Junyan said: "I said, I will come back in three to five months at most. I hope you have not forgotten what I told you."
Isadore was a little helpless on the other end of the phone: "Some things are really not easy to handle."
Zhuo Junyan's voice deepened: "That means you forgot."
"No!" Isadore said hurriedly: "Give me a week, I will definitely be able to do it."
Zhuo Junyan thought for a while and said: "Five days! Five days at most, give me what I want, and there will also be a new list."
Isadore said hurriedly: "There have been a lot of things lately, and I have encountered some troubles."
Zhuo Junyan smiled: "Your troubles are my troubles. Do what I tell you and I will solve it for you. Besides, you won't say you don't have enough time for the family information I want you to collect, right?"
Isadore immediately said: "I have found everything I can find, and I will send it to you right now."
Zhuo Junyan hung up the phone.
Two minutes later, a complete set of information about each family was sent to Zhuo Junyan, along with a person's profile picture.
Zhuo Junyan knows Zhuo Junyan and is also a famous local gang boss. This is the trouble that Isadore needs to solve for him.
Seeing that the battery was almost fully charged, Zhuo Junyan bought a hat and put it on, walked out of the supermarket, and hailed a taxi.
"Martin Luther King Avenue." Zhuo Junyan said without raising his head.
The taxi driver was a white guy. He looked at Zhuo Junyan in the back seat and said, "That's not a good place. There are life-hungry niggas everywhere."
"I know, just drive me to the intersection." Zhuo Junyan picked up a newspaper and started reading.
Martin Luther King fought for the rights of black people and liberated black slaves. At the same time, Martin Luther King Avenue appeared everywhere in the United States, and due to the large number of black people gathering, most Luther King Avenues became the most chaotic areas in the area.
The gang boss that Isadore wants to deal with on his own is the gang leader of this street.
Zhuo Junyan didn't know why he wanted to kill this guy, and he wasn't interested in knowing. He just wanted to do it before contacting Tang Ning, so as to prevent his relationship with Isadore from being discovered by others.
At this moment, the car was driving fast and finally arrived at the intersection of Martin Luther King Boulevard.
I saw black people gathering everywhere across the street, and they were highly wary of all non-black skin colors.
The taxi driver said: "That's it."
Zhuo Junyan took out the money and handed it to him: "Thank you."
As soon as he opened the door, he saw three black men surrounding him and said to the taxi driver: "Hey, boy, this is not the place for you to come."
The taxi driver shouted in fear: "I'll leave right away!"
When Zhuo Junyan got out of the car, he saw two black men staring at him.
Zhuo Junyan ignored them and walked straight through them.
"Hey, kid!" The black man behind him took out a dagger: "Don't you see me?"
Zhuo Junyan looked back at him: "Yes, I saw it. What's the problem?"
This tone obviously made several black people angry. Just as the taxi driver was about to drive away, a black man suddenly pulled out a gun and smashed the car window with the handle of the gun: "I didn't let you go, man!"
The taxi driver was so frightened that he raised his hands and shouted: "This has nothing to do with me!"
The black man who had taken the knife had put the dagger on Zhuo Junyan's neck: "Wallet."
Zhuo Junyan rolled his eyes: "I originally wanted to keep a low profile... Well, I'm showing off my cards and I won't pretend anymore... In fact, I am a killer, a very scary killer."
It's a pity that the other party didn't understand the joke.
The black man glared at Zhuo Junyan fiercely: "What the hell are you talking about?"
Zhuo Junyan shook his head: "I don't like talking, I prefer doing."
He grabbed the dagger hanging from his neck, handed it over casually, and stabbed it into the other man's throat. The black man fell down with blood pouring from his neck.
"Oh hell!" The black man with the gun in front was about to raise his gun at Zhuo Junyan. Zhuo Junyan pulled out the dagger and threw it casually. The black man fell to the ground with the knife in his eyebrows.
He grabbed another black man by the throat, pinched his blood vessels and trachea with a slap.
He didn't even move his feet the whole time and stood upright while the three of them fell down.
The taxi driver was so frightened that he yelled: "No! No!"
"Why don't you leave quickly?" Zhuo Junyan said.
I saw the taxi driver stepped on the accelerator and ran away without a trace.
On the street in the distance, a group of black people saw what was happening here and started shouting. Some shouted and drew their guns and shot Zhuo Junyan.
Zhuo Junyan looked around and confirmed that there was no surveillance here.
His figure flashed forward, and he rushed over like a ghost. The next moment, he appeared among the black people on the opposite side of the intersection. He grabbed a gun and fired continuously at the surroundings.
A series of gunshots rang out, and the street fell instantly.
Zhuo Junyan took out a few magazines and strode forward.
More black people rushed over at this time. One of them was holding a submachine gun and pointed it at Zhuo Junyan.
There was a flower in front of my eyes, but I found that the person was gone. I looked around and suddenly found that it seemed much quieter behind me.
Looking back, he saw that all his companions had fallen to the ground.
The black man's heart dropped and he instinctively raised his hand.
Zhuo Junyan said coldly: "Where is Lawrence?"
The black man instinctively pointed to a small house not far away: "There... you will die if you dare to go there."
"Thank you for reminding me." Zhuo Junyan pushed him away and strode over.
The black man looked at his back blankly and suddenly shouted: "I'm not trying to remind you!"
Then he watched Zhuo Junyan walk into the house.
Then there was a large number of gunshots, bullets penetrated the wooden boards and flew everywhere.
The next moment, seven or eight black people were seen running out of the house, with frightened faces, shouting wildly: "Devil, he is the devil!"
He actually ran away without looking back.
Then there was an angry roar: "I am Lawrence, I am a good friend of the city councilman, you can't..."
boom!
With the sound of a gunshot, Lawrence's roar stopped abruptly.