"Uncle Long?"

"Not me!"

The fat old man standing behind the door was about to close the door, but Wang Ruhu raised his foot and stretched out the gap to press the door against it. On the other side, he saw that the door could not be closed, so he rushed into the room.

Wang Ruhu pushed the door open and closed the door with his back hands. He looked at the surroundings with quaint shelves, with all kinds of things on it, including Buddha statues, incense burners, Buddhist beads, and even Terracotta Warriors and Horses with guns half kneeling...

"Uncle Long, didn't you open a tea restaurant in Chinatown? Why do you still open an antique store here?"

Put the bag at the counter in front of the container, looked at the back that was quickly leaving with interest, and smiled and said again: "Or, "Do you want to 'move bricks for someone?"

The figure walking in front suddenly stopped, as if he knew he couldn't hide it, so he let out a breath, took out a cigarette and put it beside his mouth. He turned his head seriously, walked to the counter and sat down, let out a breath of smoke, and nodded.

"Yes, I've just moved bricks for someone for decades."

The smoke spread out between the eyes. The old man took off his glasses, squinted his eyes and looked at the opposite side, his tone became serious.

"... When I came to the United States, it was so powerful and I had never experienced it? If you thought I was just an old man who opened a tea restaurant, you would be very wrong."

Bang!

Wang Ruhu was too lazy to listen to his bragging, so he unzipped the zipper of the bag and slapped the hard drive inside to the desktop. The slap suddenly, which scared the old man. He hurriedly looked at the door that closed it, took the hard drive and trembled it back and forth in his hand. After packing it in a paper bag, he asked carefully.

"This thing is amazing at first glance. Who gave it to you?"

"Harris' research data, a young man named Li Ran asked me to bring things to this place. It was the young man I brought back last time. Haven't you seen it?"

"I have seen it, but I don't know it either." Uncle Long murmured, looked into the paper bag a few times, sealed it, and put it in the cabinet, "By the way, if you are caught, remember to give me out too. You can't take all the things that are so glorious about your ancestors."

Looking at the old man's words, Wang Ruhu chuckled. Can such things still be fought for? He picked up a bamboo-carved pen holder at the counter and suddenly remembered what happened to Li Lan.

"Uncle Long, how is Sister Lan now? Have you recovered?"

"I woke up and ate a lot of my food at noon."

Long Xing was closing the cabinet, taking a cigarette in his mouth, and took a rag to wipe the container one by one.

"She is now thinking about it and will probably go back to China. You don't have to worry about this. Now that the things are delivered, you should leave as soon as possible. I'll go to deliver things tonight."

"Do you want help?"

"Help? Want to share the money?"

Behind the counter, the old man 'cut' and threw a statue of the little Buddha over, "Don't come here if you have nothing to do in the future, and you may not be able to find someone. I will come here every now and then. Today, you are lucky. OK, take the things and leave quickly."

He probably understood the danger of this kind of thing, so Wang Ruhu didn't bother to stop much. He raised the silly statue of Buddha, threw it into his bag, waved at Long Xingzheng, who was cleaning there, and pushed the door out.

The sun was pouring down to the west, and pedestrians rushed back and forth on the street, handing over the things, which was considered a matter of accomplishment, and the speed under his feet couldn't help but speed up a lot.

Following the route I recorded in my mind, before it was dark, I went back to the black young man named Tori to stay for one night. The streets that passed by were approaching the dilapidated blocks, and there were fewer pedestrians, and there were vague roars of cars coming from afar.

Wang Ruhu frowned and looked over there, followed by a loud "bang" impact.

‘It’s really messy.’

I sighed that the area was indeed much more chaotic than downtown Chicago, especially at night, not to mention women, men were not safe on the road.

The burning Western Yunxia and the bridge headed by the river, a dilapidated car hit the top of the sunken front, and black smoke floated.

The young man lying on the front of the car covered his forehead, kicked open the car door, took his backpack and stumbled out. When more than a dozen cars chased him, he looked around and saw that there was only a turbid river channel, and the water flowed rapidly southward.

After gritting his teeth, Li Ran accelerated his pace, stepped over the guardrail and jumped into the river with a thud. The vehicles chasing him got off the car and searched along the river. Seeing the splashes of water and the black hair, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Bang!

The water splashed high, floating on the water's head, held its breath and immediately sank to the bottom of the water. While a group of CIAs were searching along the river bank, Li Ran's head appeared under the bridge that had just dived, looked at the alert figure not far away, took advantage of the other party's turn of sight, and used the bridge pier to cover the perspective, climbed up the shore quickly, crawled into the grass in front, and hid in the forest.

Stepping on layers of fallen leaves and finally leaning against a nearby tree, the young man had a chance to breathe. The forest near the suburbs of the city is not too big. Maybe the other party will search for it later. He must first take out the warhead where he was shot while driving.

By the river outside the forest.

The command car from afar stopped, his cheeks were thin and his chin was pointed as the man listened to the report under his command. The birds chirped in the woods ahead flew across the sky. His eyes went over and looked at the river in front of him and frowned.

"Look downstream."

In the voice of order, Li Ran was biting a wooden stick in the forest. He was cutting the wound with a knife and provoking a bullet in the flesh and blood. Suddenly, a wave of birds flying around in the forest, with panic wings flapping. The birds were singing mixed with heavy footsteps, and the sunlight shining through the dense gaps of the tree cages.

The young man turned around and the wind roared.

Instinctively rolled on the spot, the tree with a thick thigh behind him shook with a "bang" and the rough bark exploded into the gap, and wood chips flew around.

The young man rolled over the ground and flipped out the pistol behind him. The moment he lifted it, the gun body flew away, his neck tightened, and his figure sitting on the ground was lifted up and lifted into the air.

"Oriental Monkey, you have no chance to run away." A rough voice rang out.

Li Ran, who was holding up the air, slapped the big hand on his neck hard. In his sight, the sunlight passing through the gaps of the trees fell on a tall figure and gradually showed its outline. He was a fat white man with a figure of more than two meters, smiling like a hideous smile.

The young man felt uncomfortable due to lack of oxygen and his face turned red. He fisted to hit the other person's arm, trying to break free.

"My name is Jonathan, the Giant. It's the group of people who attacked you last time."

"Pooh!"

Li Ran grinned and spat at the other party.

The next second, the huge fat man twisted his hand, and the young man's neck shattered. His struggling hands and feet suddenly hovered, hanging weakly on his side. He threw it away and picked up the bag on the ground.

Unzip the zipper and there was nothing else inside except one piece of clothing.

"Fake!!"

He kicked the body on the ground in anger and pulled it out more than ten meters away and hit a tree before stopping.

"Fake!"
Chapter completed!