After chatting for a while, Major Jeff Hunter looked at his watch and said to Chennard: "Claire, we have to leave." He said and pointed to his watch.

Chennard took out paper and pen from his body, wrote a phone number, tore it off, and handed it to Zhou Zhihan: "Zhihan, this time I will return to China and start building the air force as an adviser of the Chinese Air Force to build an air force. I hope that you can come and help me after you return to China in the future. After you return to China, you will call me. If you are in the United States, if you have any difficulties, you can also make this call."

Zhou Zhihan reached out to take the note, put it in his pocket respectfully.

Chennard stood up and said, "Zhihan, Hunter and I have something to do, so let's leave!"

"Oh! I'm about to leave too." Zhou Zhihan quickly stood up.

Major Jeff Hunter pressed his shoulder: "You are going to Randolph tomorrow, and you will have fun here tonight. I will send a car to pick you up tomorrow morning. When you arrive at Randolph, you don't have time to play."

Zhou Zhihan “…”

Major Jeff Hunter smiled: "There's nothing embarrassing, young people, I see a few girls staring at you all the time, you can stay..."

The major was too kind to me. Zhou Zhihan twitched his mouth. He was embarrassed to refuse the major's kindness and thought to himself that he would wait a while before leaving. After watching the two of them leave and walk towards the door, he walked to the front of the bar and ordered another glass of beer.

At this time, several officers on the rostrum were writing the numbers on paper and throwing them into the box.

Mike and the others had already written down the numbers on paper, put them in that box, and then went to drink and dance together.

Zhou Zhihan asked the young bartender for paper and pen, and based on his memory, he wrote all the numbers he had just seen on the paper in order.

He stood up and prepared to stuff the paper into the box, but thought about it and sat down again.

There is no meaning to fight with these European and American people. It may be because of the differences in Chinese and Japanese culture. These American soldiers have always spoken without any restraints and have no taboos. They speak a little harshly, but it is not without reason. For example, although the double gun generals in the Kuomintang army will make every Chinese feel uncomfortable, it is also the truth, which shows how loose the military discipline and style of the Kuomintang army are now.

In general, during the Anti-Japanese War, the Americans still helped China a lot. Perhaps one day, some soldiers present would go to China and become instructors of the Chinese army, and some soldiers might join the Flying Tigers formed by Chennard and fight bloody battles to protect the sky above China.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhihan sat down again. He was not even angry at Mike at this time. He left here after drinking the beer in the glass. He still had some serious things to do, so he watched the hot dancers dancing on the dance floor while drinking.

While drinking, Zhou Zhihan unconsciously folded the paper in his hand into a frog.

Very beautiful paper frog.

The skills I practiced during school have not yet fallen behind.

Leaning on the bar, he blew at the frog twice, and the paper frog jumped forward a few times in a row.

At this moment, the host shouted in the microphone: "It's the lottery time, we will start the first lottery immediately and draw the first lucky one. Gentlemen, ladies, please take out your sign and see if you are the lucky ones who were drawn."

Zhou Zhihan then remembered why when he first entered the door, the old man asked him to come in, so he took out the sign and pressed it on the paper frog, and said to the young bartender: "This sign is for you, if you win the prize, it will be yours."

As he said that, he turned around and left, he still had very important things to do.

For a time traveler, luck will never be bad.

This kind of prize is something he doesn't want to get a little prize in the lottery game, it's boring.

A person's luck is only a few times in his life, or more than a dozen times. He wants to make small profits and spends luck once, and the gain is not worth the loss.

After leaving the bar, Zhou Zhihan could feel Mike's eyes keeping looking at him. This guy still remembers his grudges, and he is really a scrupulous person.

When Zhou Zhihan was about to reach the door, a major officer in his 50s from the audience was invited to the lottery. He faced the audience, reached into the box, took out a sign, handed it to the host, and then returned to his seat amid the host's thanks.

Zhou Zhihan left the military club and disappeared into the vast night on his bicycle.

In the military club.

The major host sold it for a few minutes, and finally, amid the whistle of everyone, he held the sign in his hand and said with a smile: "The first lucky person tonight is..."

The whistle sounded again from the audience...

“No. 036!”

As soon as the host finished speaking, everyone in the audience went to see their numbers.

The host shouted: "Please go on stage to receive the award!"

No one agreed.

The host called again.

Still no one agreed.

Host: "Is this lucky guy leaving early? I'll call it again. If no one comes up, this lottery will be invalid and we will draw again."

host:"……"

"Wow!" The young bartender at the bartender saw that no one had come on stage to receive the prize for a long time, so he glanced at the brand left to him by Zhou Zhihan, and immediately said happily, "I won the prize, I won the prize! Here is here!"

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and there were not many pedestrians and cars on the road. Zhou Zhihan rode his bicycle very fast, at least 60 kilometers per hour, which was faster than the old cowboy's car.

More than an hour later, Zhou Zhihan came to a bar more than ten kilometers away from Changdao Beach, and stood under the shadow of dark trees and looked into the bar.

There are a lot of people in the bar.

Zhou Zhihan has excellent vision, and he can see everyone's face in the room 100 meters away!

Five minutes later, Zhou Zhihan was sure that the person he was looking for was in the bar, so he disappeared into the darkness on his bicycle.

Two hours later, Zhou Zhihan drove a car in an abandoned warehouse outside the desert.

Stop.

Carrying a huge bag, he walked into the dark, wet, cold basement, and lit a kerosene lamp.

Open the bag, and there was a man with his hands and feet tied up with a black cloth covering his head lying inside.

It should be a man in terms of body shape.

Zhou Zhihan picked him up and put him on the chair, fixed him to the backrest of the chair with a rope, and then poured a basin of cold water on his head through the hood.

The man woke up, his head was covered and he could not see anything, his mouth was blocked, and he could only struggle in vain.

Seeing the man wake up, Zhou Zhihan returned to the car and when he came back, he put the small suitcase in his hand on the table in front of the man.

Pour a little gasoline on the firewood and light the stove.

He reached out and pulled off the black cloth from the man's head.

After blinking a few times, he adapted to the oil lamp in the dark. The middle-aged man saw Zhou Zhihan for the first time. His eyes were full of doubts and anger. He shook his body and signaled Zhou Zhihan to take out the cloth from his mouth.

Zhou Zhihan seemed to have not seen the middle-aged man's sign. He took out a stack of photos from his pocket and threw them on the table casually. Then he pulled out a cigarette and lit it on the oil lamp. He sat on the recliner and sucked the clouds and mist, closed his eyes and thought about something.

The moment Zhou Zhihan closed his eyes and smoked, the anger and doubt in the middle-aged man's eyes were immediately replaced by calmness. He squinted his eyes and carefully examined Zhou Zhihan, who was as unpredictable as an ancient well. He couldn't guess what the young man wanted to do next.
Chapter completed!