The Apache armed direct plane of the angel mercenary was heading towards the police station, with Wang Bo and Colonel Ross on board, while the family's guards and Delta Special Forces team members rushed to the police station from the ground.

Not long after, the helicopter stayed above the encirclement of the police station. Looking down at the gangsters and soldiers who surrounded the police station for me under the helicopter, I suddenly had a sense of enlightenment in my heart.

I didn't have this feeling when I was flying in the air before. In the past, I either took a plane or had a flying sword. The height of my flight was above the clouds. Looking down, I could only see the beauty of mountains, rivers, and the appearance of no human heads. But now, although I am not flying high on the helicopter, it is this altitude that allows me to look down at the sentient beings under the plane and be looked up to by sentient beings. The fate of the police station in front of me is even more dominated by me.

I really want to ask myself what is the purpose of practicing Taoism? Is it to become an immortal and a Buddha to help the world, or to achieve the perfection of the great Taoism? In this era when people's hearts are no longer ancient and their hearts toward Taoism are no longer strong, is the kind of desirelessness and natural Taoism that I have been pursuing hard, is it really right?

It's ridiculous. In Rachel's class, I said that I wanted to make a drop of ink that fell into clear water, but what I do now makes me feel more like water that fell into ink.

Everything I saw in front of me suddenly understood why I should practice Taoism. Isn’t it just to be superior to others? Helping the world is just a gift from immortals, Buddhas and gods to the world; all things should not be forced, it is just a lie made up by the superiors who are afraid of being brought to the top.

In the eyes of Taoist practitioners, ordinary people are like ants; in the eyes of immortals and Buddhas, why are these Taoist practitioners not ants? Therefore, ordinary people yearn for practicing Taoism, and Taoist practitioners yearn for becoming immortals and becoming Buddhas. However, it is not so easy to become immortals. Practice Taoism requires opportunities, and becoming immortals requires strength. There are only a few who can truly cultivate the great way from ancient times to the present.

I already have the opportunity to practice Taoism, but what about the strength to become an immortal? I am far from enough. Why don’t I have the strength to become an immortal? Because I don’t have the heart to pursue strength.

How could a person without desires have the heart to pursue strength? Maybe I should change it.

Before I could think about it, the helicopter had already stopped at the door of the police station.

When I walked off the plane, Paul, who was mixed in the crowd of his men, immediately noticed me, strode to me, and asked in confusion: "Boss, aren't you... you are in the bureau? Why are you in the helicopter now?"

I was not surprised at all when I saw Paul, but I was shocked to see the weapons held by Paul's men. I pushed Paul aside and asked in a low voice: "Paul, why did you let your men come to Los Angeles City with so many standard weapons? If you are treated as terrifying by those in power, wouldn't you be dead!"

"Boss, I feel unhappy when you are caught, so I ask my brothers to bring igniters to save you, and I don't care about so much." Paul said aggrievedly, "Besides, Edward is still holding back when the sky falls. At most, I'll give Edward some money to let him clear it up."

Seeing that my brother dared to face the government for himself, what else could I say? Good brother, I patted Paul on the shoulder, and everything was silent.

At this time, a soldier in his hand, wearing a general uniform walked up to me. After carefully comparing me with the characters in the photo, he saluted me and said, "Hello Mr. Chris, I am Lieutenant General Green, the commander of the California troops. I came to rescue you at the order of General Simici. Now that you have escaped, my mission has been completed. Here is a letter to you, check it out."

I took the letter from General Green and opened it. The letter reads: My dear old friend Chris, when you see this letter, I think you must have escaped. Although I don’t understand why you were captured by the small Los Angeles Police Department with your strength and identity, since those people dare to arrest you, they will not give me and Hengxing a face. In this envelope, there is also an order letter signed by the five-star general of the US Department of America, Simichi. Through this order letter, you can directly order Lieutenant General Green’s troops and do whatever you want. I will help you with the government department if you have anything to do.

After reading this letter, I carefully put it in my arms. There were waves in my heart. This was the friendship of the world. On Kunlun Mountain, I endured the rolling eyes of those senior brothers who claimed to be noble and said that all things are equal. When I came to the world, it was these ordinary people who were full of all kinds of ordinary people like ants in the eyes of those who practice Taoism, but made me feel the friendship that I had never had on Kunlun Mountain. Thinking of all this, it was really ridiculous and sad.

I have the strength that these friends in the world do not have, but I need their protection. Why is this? A Taoist heart that is indifferent to the world has misled me for so many years! I have figured it out now. I am really sorry for myself and my friends around me! Let the damn Taoist heart go to the devil! From today on, I will live as much as I want.

After coming back to my senses, I handed the order book in the envelope to Lieutenant General Green. After taking the order book, Lieutenant General Green looked at it, and saluted respectfully, saying, "Green, the commander of the forces stationed in California, waited for the commander's order!"

Lieutenant General Green's salute was seen by Colonel Ross who had just come down from Apache. The sight in front of him made Colonel Ross's previous doubts: Mr. Chris is really a senior official in the military department, otherwise how could this stubborn donkey Green salute him?

Lieutenant General Green also saw Colonel Rose coming out of the helicopter. His face changed and his eyes glared over, but because of my presence, it did not happen on the spot. I looked at Green in confusion and saw Colonel Rose walking towards us. Facing my inquiring gaze, Colonel Rose shrugged and said, "Every year, the Ministry of Defense holds a single-soldier competition, and in recent years, Green and I have won the championship and the runner-up of this competition. Unfortunately, I won the final championship last year, and it seems that someone was scolded by General Simic and was fined for more than half a year's salary.

When Lieutenant General Green felt extremely unhappy: Damn, you kid are so light-hearted. For more than half a year, I can't play with women drinking wine. I eat vegetables and radishes every day, and tie my belt tightly to live. Is this a fucking life for humans? If I had known that I would be fined for my salary if I lost, I would have kept some savings by my side...

"Okay, okay, this game has passed. Lieutenant General Green, you just have a little money. I don't have anything else, this money is still a little bit. I'm going to settle the matter..." I didn't say anything later. Everyone is smart, so I naturally understand what I mean. When Green and Ross saw that they made such a big scene to save me today, they knew that I was a big man, so they were naturally willing to make friends with me.

Although I was a little sad about the money I was about to spend, I couldn't bear to leave my children and couldn't get a wolf. I could spend some money to make friends with two senior officials in the army. This deal was still cost-effective.

After hearing my words, Lieutenant General Green no longer glared at Colonel Ross. After all, he still admired Colonel Ross' fighting skills. Because he was fined after losing, he didn't like Colonel Ross. Now that the money problem has been solved, he naturally cherishes each other again.

The time for debt collection was reached with Lieutenant General Green, Colonel Ross, Paul, Wang Bo and the elites of the family guards.

The police officers who had been trembling and staying at the door of the police station became nervous when they saw someone coming, but no one dared to shoot because there were people in military uniforms among the group of people. They knew that if they fired now, they would not have to go on a stumbling in the United States in the future. So these police officers naturally let us in. Of course, when we passed by them, I obviously felt the hands and legs of the group of police officers were trembling.

Looking back at the graceful postures of standing outside, I found that the police and soldiers did not reflect the difference between the two when they were truly facing the threat of life, and only then did they feel what the iron-blooded wind was.

Not long after entering the police station, I saw a well-dressed and gentlemanly dressed man sitting on the ground with no eyes, constantly chanting "It's over, it's over."

After Lieutenant General Green's introduction, I knew that this guy was the mayor of this city, the father of Redick, the bastard. A Los Angeles mayor who was usually glorious and called for the wind and rain, now for some reason has become so declining. But when I think of his son Redick acting arrogantly under his protection, and the person bullied by Redick dared not speak out, the pitifulness in my heart disappeared.

He winked at the family guard behind him, and the two of them came up to raise Old Redick, and the group continued to walk into the police station.

Before we could walk far, we saw two figures walking towards us quickly. After discovering the stranger, the people from the family guards raised their guns alertly, allowing the two to stop.

I know one of the two. When I see the body shape, I know that it is the fat man Eng. Seeing his running for a few steps and panting, I really feel sad for the American police agency. Why does this kind of scum appear in the national violent agency? However, this kind of scum is what I need now.

There is another person who is very capable in his body, at least he looks like a policeman than Eng. Seeing him and Eng came over with me, I think this person should be from the police station. I don’t know what position he is, but I think he shouldn’t be lower than Eng.

But when I found that his eyes were just watching the mayor Redick, who was being held by members of the family guards, he just stopped slightly without being too surprised. I had a certain understanding of him in my heart. This guy seemed to be a fictional figure. Obviously, he had long known that the mayor would face the crisis of stepping down, so when he saw Old Redick slumping on the ground, he ignored it and let Old Redick sit there.
Chapter completed!