The flashing red and blue police lights illuminate the streets. Nearby residents felt as if they were facing a great enemy when they saw the police outside, and they did not allow their families to go out at will. Only those who witnessed the whole process were called out for questioning.

Looking at the collapsed second floor, the dilapidated panoramic window, several neighbors wearing blankets excitedly towards the police who were taking the record.

"...Oh my god, you didn't see the scene at that time... Oh I forgot, you are the last one to arrive."

"The police officer... must be a terrorist organization... they have guns in their hands."

"This is the United States. Did you just immigrate? Who doesn't have a gun?"

"...Police officer, this building is Harris. I heard that he is a professor in Chicago... Why did the gangsters stare at him? I lay behind the window and saw several... Hey, why were those gangsters being carried out?"

Wow! Wow! Wow!

In the courtyard kennel, Labrador collapsed his iron chains and watched a group of strangers bark at them in and out of the yard. From time to time, the stretcher that was carried out was exposed, and the covered white cloth was oozing blood and the smell of blood came out. The police passing by nearby took out a handkerchief to cover their mouths and noses, and turned their faces aside.

Some figures in casual clothes came over, uncovered the white cloth, looked at the bloody corpse inside, and waved their hand to carry it away.

"plum?"

The white man was in his thirties, just like the Western race, with many beards, but clean, and looked a little elegant. The direction he called, a young man in his twenties was talking to several witnesses. When he heard his words, his handsome Asian face raised a charming smile, and he nodded to the witness with a graceful demeanor and left.

The young man named Li walked to the white policeman.

"What's the matter with the Chief Inspector?"

"Go in and have a look."

As they entered and exited the foyer, the two of them went in one after another. The entire restaurant was flattened by the cement roof on the upper floor. Several policemen were wearing gloves and carefully collected evidence.

In the flash of the photo, the two people walking up to the living room on the second floor, looking at the fist marks all over the wall and the walls that broke the holes. The relaxed expression outside the door gradually solidified. They reached out to wipe the deep fist marks on the wall. After comparing with his hands, they felt their scalp numb.

“Big than mine…”

"It's hard to imagine what kind of attacks these attackers are subject to." Li, who was standing aside, looked solemn, and his eyes swept around. Judging from the situation, the bandits rushed into Professor Harris' home and probably had been attacked by a third party.

"Professor Harris is wearing pajamas, which means he is not sleeping, the living room is still on, and the instruments destroyed in the restaurant below indicate that someone has visited the professor, and the attacks of the bandits also came at this time."

Looking at the inquirer who looked around with fists and blood, he turned his head and showed a glorious look.

"You are right, you are making rapid progress."

The young man named Li just smiled and did not respond. He walked around casually, his eyes fell to clean up the plastic bags in the hands of the policeman at the scene. He saw the hard drive inside and other manuscripts with precision design patterns, and turned to other directions without showing his expression.

"Inspector, it should not be difficult to find this person. In addition to checking the cameras around, it is also OK..."

The young man looked at a piece of paper full of English words on the ground, "You can also go to the University of Chicago to check if there are any outsiders, and it seems that they are foreigners who speak different English."

"No."

The inspector withdrew his gaze from the inhumane destruction, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat stains on his face, and squeezed out a smile.

"This matter is beyond our scope. Perhaps other departments will take over it, so we can just help."

As he said that, he hit the young man's shoulders, walked downstairs, his smile was restrained, and he cursed with his lips.

‘Do you check it? Damn it, I just celebrated my daughter’s tenth birthday. I don’t want to live so short. Can people do this destructive power? Why not go home and take a shower, hug your wife and have a good sleep, and enjoy life.’

I walked downstairs and walked out of the door, stood under the eaves and lit a cigarette and smoked, looking at the flashing police lights on the side of the road, and spit out the smoke.

‘I hope that guy doesn’t make trouble anymore, of course…although this is impossible.’

Looking into the night, in the other direction of the city, flying figures ran wildly on the walls. After a moment, they descended to the dark alley nearby, awakening the sleepy homeless man. As soon as he looked up, he was pressed back by the big hand that reached out.

Wang Ruhu endured the pain of tearing caused by countless wounds on his skin and walked out of the alley quickly. He looked at the long queues outside the club with neon lights on the street opposite. The girls around him were waiting to enter the venue, and there were also handsome men in suits and ties chatting with them.

Someone saw a tall figure with his upper body exposed from the alley and whistled out.

"Hey man, you're so cool."

“He is awesome!”

The gathered girls also shouted, but when they walked to the lights of the street, their bodies were covered in blood and dense bullet holes. The sound of laughter was silent in an instant, and they watched each other quickly leave with a stunned look.

Going away from the quiet behind, Wang Ruhu quickly walked through the streets. When he approached Chinatown, the blood on his body had stopped. He picked up the alleys with few people, and passed by the hazy lights nearby, and the wanderings standing on the street were dressed in different clothes, showing his sexy look from time to time to lure him to play.

Wang Ruhu didn't understand it, and since he lost his memory in this regard, he has been thanks to his firm nature, so he has never experienced it before.

Back to the rented floor, the people inside were already asleep. Wang Ruhu returned to the rented room on the third floor, opened the door and went in. Harold was wearing a nightgown, sitting cross-legged on his bed, applying a facial mask delicately.

"I'm back so late, you..."

Suddenly, when he saw Wang Ruhu covered in blood coming in and pounced on the bed, Harold was so scared that his mask fell off the ground, he jumped up and closed the door first, turned around and pressed against the door panel, and opened his eyes wide.

"You were beaten by Gatlin?!"

"Gatling? I may not be able to resist that..." Wang Ruhu touched the head of the bed, and poured half a can of beer on his body. Feeling the pain, leaned against the wall at the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and told the other party what had happened before.

"I went to Professor Harris to treat my amnesia... Suddenly, a group of unknown people came to kill him, as if they were going to get some information? I started fighting with them, and there should be some people who escaped... This was found from that instrument before leaving."

Over there, Harold didn't look at the half-print paper torn off from Wang Ruhu's hand, and his eyes were a little confused, "Harris? I haven't told you Harris."

He immediately slapped his forehead, put his hands on his waist, and walked back and forth without any composure.

"I'm talking about Harles H-a-r-l-e-s, not Harris H-a-r-r-i-s, my god... Everyone is wrong. Harles is a senior professor at Loyola University in Chicago!"

“……”

Harold, who was walking speechlessly, looked at each other, and Wang Ruhu turned his gaze speechlessly, "Okay... I heard it wrong."

"By the way, what about that bank card? It's not safe to put it on you."

Harold remembered this and hurriedly went over to touch Wang Ruhu's pocket. He touched two overlapping hard objects. When he took it out, a chip the size of a thumb fell on the quilt. Wang Ruhu frowned and reached out to pick it up. Harold's eyes were dull and his lips were slightly shaking up and down.

In his hand, there was a round hole in the middle of the bank card, murmured.
Chapter completed!