The autumn wind blew yellow the sycamore tree, and the dead leaves swirled and floated to the sidewalk. After a moment, the wheels sped and then flew up and floated to other directions.

A red car drove into the raised safety bar, parked in the parking space, Linda, wearing a tight denim and a windbreaker, took off her sunglasses and threw it to the passenger seat, glanced at her phone, put it in her shoulder bag boringly, swayed her waist and walked into the Anchorton Building, greeted the oncoming staff, walked into the elevator, and pressed to the floor where the office was.

At this time, there were not many people in the office. After calling the card, she took off her windbreaker and put it on her own office chair. She walked straight into the president's office, soaked a cup of coffee, then sorted out the messy documents, watered the potted plants, cleaned the trash can... and so on. After finishing the complicated things, she looked at the time on her wrist, and the sound of high heels behind her "stepped on..." sounded on time.

Natalie, wearing trousers and small suit, came over with curly brown hair, holding a bunch of documents, handed them to her, sat down on the boss's chair, turned on the computer, and took a sip of the cup of steaming coffee.

"Thank you for your coffee, Linda. Only you know what I like."

"You're welcome, I'm your assistant." Putting down the document, Linda sat opposite her, her red nails twitching her chin bit by bit, looking at the woman opposite who was about to enter work again.

Natalie raised her eyes and said, "Don't look at me like this. If you have time, find something to do. I'm very busy..." The phone next to her suddenly lit up the screen. She glanced at her, put down the work in her hand, dialed the number on the phone, and put it off her cheek.

"Hello, Director Smith."

He leaned against the back of the chair, raised his slender legs, turned one direction, and looked out the window early morning, his expression changed a little, and he said in a cold tone: "Okay, I understand." Then he hung up, got up and walked out.

"Hey, boss, haven't you told me what to do?"

Linda chased behind her, stopped her back as she went out, and turned her face to the side, "What you have always wanted to do, now, book a flight ticket immediately, we're going to fly to Los Angeles."

"What's up?"

"My brother, I took Wang Ruhu to his home!" Natalie pressed the elevator. The moment the elevator door was closed, she raised her face and took a deep breath. "Chief Smith called just now, and the CIA in Los Angeles got an anonymous call and told them about the whereabouts of Hu. The two of them were mixed together, and I was worried that something bigger would happen."

Linda has been in Anchorton for many years and knows a little about Jaden. When she hears Wang Ruhu being with her, she feels a little overwhelmed, but she can't say that, especially in front of Natalie.

"Maybe... Hu just settled in his place temporarily and would not be interested in his affairs..."

The words gradually weakened. The two women walked out of the elevator and saw the large silver screen hanging in the hall, revealing an advertisement. In the high ring, several strong men gestured with fists and feet, and they were fighting fiercely.

There is also a series of mobile advertising slogans below - Do you want to prove your strength? Do you want to win the title of the world's number one fighting master? Or do you want heart-warming money, the Anchorden World Championship welcomes you to join!

"Just pretend I didn't say anything just now."

When Linda saw this terrible slogan, she wanted to tear the other party's plan. Unfortunately, the advertisement was sent from Los Angeles. The two companies have the same roots and origins. Except for the different research directions, the rest are in touch.

"Jarden."

Natalie looked at the playback scene, stomped her high heels hard, took out the phone and dialed it to her brother, and kept taking the car and driving to the street, without stopping to say anything.

"What kind of noise do you want to make? Blast Los Angeles? Do you know how dangerous that Wang Ruhu is around you? Don't anger him? Also, the CIA received a report that he is only there for you. I'm afraid he's on the way to go. You'd better be careful about Jaden! I don't want Anchorton's legal heir to be cut off from now on!"

On the other end of the phone, Jaden Anchorton sat in a wheelchair, glanced at the figure who was waving sandbags not far from the office, with a look back, and looked down at the outline of the city outside the panoramic window, as if looking through the streets and alleys of the city outside, with a smile on his lips.

"When did my sister become so timid? Or was it not that she was worried about me, but that she was some Asian?"

"Who... who said I care about that Asian." The cold female voice stuttered on the other end of the phone, and soon returned to a cold tone.

"I'll come over and watch you in person soon!"

Jaden's face changed, "No need to do this, we're just looking for some fun, we won't be able to blow up Los Angeles, otherwise General Marshall will be the first to put a tank gun on my forehead! As for the CIA you mentioned, I'm sorry, they're just a bunch of flies that can't find shit, which is annoying!"

However, the phone was already hung up first. The young man in the wheelchair slapped his forehead and turned his head to look at the shaking sandbag. The figure on the other side was standing on the other side of the desk at some point, unscrewing the mineral water and pouring it into his mouth.

Wang Ruhu looked at his face and said in a hurry, and opened his beard with his mouth wide open and smiled: "Your sister is coming?"

"Yes, and why do you look so happy?" Jaden rubbed his eyebrows, as if he didn't just like Natalie, but gave Wang Ruhu the feeling that it should be... fear?

Is that cold workaholic that scary?

Jaden looked at him sitting on the sofa speechlessly and giggled, "You have never seen this woman look like when she exploded, okay, I really don't want to talk about these things. Change the topic, the world arena advertising and publicity, which has been sent out by the people below. Now the world will be spread out. Are you ready?"

‘Hahaha…’

Over there, Wang Ruhu just chuckled and didn't say anything.

Almost at the same time, CIA's vehicles had already gathered here on several streets leading to the Anchorton Building. Originally, such matters in China should be left to the FBI to carry out, but the above had already taken over the matter. The wanted Orientals returned to the United States, so they had to bite the bullet in the laughing eyes of the FBI and the NSA.

Soon, a car drove to the Los Angeles hospital. Asasterman, who had just left the hospital, was stunned. Looking at the documents and guns handed over, his hands were trembling.

"Is that guy again?"

"Yes, please set out with us as soon as possible."

"Shet..." Asasterman just completed the discharge procedures today. He was recuperating in Australia before. After stabilizing his injuries, he returned to the nearest West Coast city of Los Angeles. He had been treated with psychological treatment, but gradually the painful experience... has begun to emerge again.

"I...I may still feel uncomfortable...yes, there is still holiday...I want to go back to the hospital for another month..."

A black CIA opposite him shook his head and another companion, stuffed his ID and gun directly into his arms, held the person up and took it into the back seat.

"I'm afraid not, only you know him the most here."

"No!"

The car body started and drove out. Asasterman slapped the window with a 'skip', and looked at the red cross that was getting more and more, and started crying.
Chapter completed!