The dense neon lights left behind, and the lake wind blew the riverside road and left Fremen Street. Wang Ruhu and Harold looked at the night view of the lake shore in the night. Occasionally, the sound of a siren whizzed by in the distance.

The night wind blew, and the drizzled raindrops fell off the slightly shaking palm trees. Harold raised his hand to cover his head.

“It’s raining?”

Feeling the chill of raindrops falling on his forehead, he urged the man beside him to go back first, "It's really raining. Two men will be misunderstood when walking in the rain. I'll go out to find the Black Fist tomorrow."

The streets along the lake seemed deserted. Several Chicago people who walked by hurriedly passed by them and saw the two-meter-high Dongfang Kong, and still glanced at them in surprise.

The people Wang Ruhu Chao looked at him, smiled politely and watched them go away.

"Well, now the situation is that money is coming soon, and it is my strength."

The identity of smuggling is actually not uncommon in the United States, but it cannot be used in formal occasions. After playing more than ten black boxing games, it makes enough money for the entry tickets, and then goes to a nightclub for gambling boxing, making a full amount of 1.5 million in one go, which is not difficult for Wang Ruhu.

Harold shrank his neck, rubbed his hands, raised his head and turned his head to white and fell into silence, and raised his hand to gesture: "Think so much, if you listen to me, it will only take a few nights... Your physique can't handle it? I think it's okay to have a few more."

As he said that, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, drew out the calculator, and clicked on it with his fingertips.

"I've calculated it. As I said just now, we can earn 500,000 in less than two days, and four days will be one million. In less than a week, we will have all the money we need and there is still the rest. Then I will use this money to invest, and the return rate will be in one year..."

The sirens in the distance became frequent and clear.

Wang Ruhu, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and Harold, who was burying his head behind to calculate the reward, hit his back hard again, covered his nose and took a breath of cold air in pain, and squatted to the ground.

"It's the third time today...I said why did you stop?"

Wang Ruhu did not answer, turned his face silently, listened to the direction of the sirens to extend to several streets not far away, and his eyes were just looking at that side.

Harold, who had risen from the ground, rubbed his nose and leaned over, looked along his sight, but saw nothing, only hearing a sirens ringing over there.

"It's normal. The crime rate in the United States is very high, and police officers will be there at any time."

"That's all right." Wang Ruhu was keen to sense, so he could naturally achieve different abnormalities among ordinary people. However, it seemed to have nothing to do with him, not to mention that the American police were present, if he pulled it in, it would be no more worth the loss.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back."

He said softly, and walked to a nearby street with Harold, who was still rubbing his nose. For a moment, from the direction of the past, outside the adjacent streets and alleys, a long string of brake sounds dragged out a long sound. The vehicle flashing the police lights turned to the car parked on the side of the road. The hood raised up and black smoke rose.

The police car that followed closely behind went straight over. Someone poked out half of his body from the co-pilot, held a running figure in front of the microphone and shouted: "Stop, or I will shoot, I swear, I really want to shoot!"

"Li!! Surrender!"

A police car went up the road, and the inspector in plain clothes was also shouting words.

"Go back with us, that thing doesn't belong to you!"

The figure running on the street passed through the lights of street lights, looked coldly at the vehicle that was catching up with, turned his feet and went to the nearest alley. Three police cars that were coming were rushing into the entrance of the alley. With the sound of opening the door, they rushed in with guns.

The Asian young man they were pursuing was originally a trainee policeman at the Chicago Police Department. Before Professor Harris was killed, the other party also helped and helped, but the case was originally going to be handed over to the CIA, and the evidence collected, especially the hard drive, was suddenly stolen. After investigation, the suspect's identity was locked. Their former colleague, Li.

The young man running in front looked back and reached out to take the trash can beside him, and the black cat looking for food inside fell over the ground. He stepped on the side wall, leaped with force, and then stomped over the alley wall on the other side, climbed up the edge of the wall and ran up.

Bang!

The moment the gunfire sounded, a ball of stone chips exploded on the wall. The running young man jumped over, pressed the iron net blocking the road in front with his hands and turned around, landed steadily on the other side, and ran out of the alley without looking back with his backpack.

"Damn it!"

Looking at the figure running out of the alley ahead, the inspector smashed the iron net in the middle of the alley and shouted angrily at his colleague next to him.

"Why do people in the municipal government put this thing here!!"

The other policemen turned their faces away, and it was difficult to answer. After a moment, the group returned to the car on the same road, reported the suspect, requested a helicopter to search, and then continued to track down with the sirens.

.........

Huh~~

Huhu~~

The sirens went far away to the front of the street, and suddenly a figure jumped down from the nearby courtyard wall. He watched the police light turn to the street entrance and disappear. Then he leaned against the wall and squatted on the ground and gasped.

It was the Asian young man who had just jumped over the wall and flipped over the bag behind him, unzipped the zipper, looked at the hard drive wrapped in the evidence bag, and was safe and sound. He pulled it back, took his shoulders, swept his eyes across the street, and then got up and walked to the building opposite.

However, the steps of the street fell along the bright street lights. The next second, the cement exploded with a "bang" sound on the ground, and an orange-yellow bullet was embedded in the concrete with hot smoke.

Sniper?

The young man reacted and turned around and ran. On the staggered street lamp post, another "bang" sound splashed on the sparks, and the wall next to it was suddenly bounced and a hole was shot out.

Behind the young man who escaped, a black shadow carrying a long box curled his smile on his lips, pulling the bolt while walking. It was the sniper who hit Harris's eyebrows that day. He was like a stroll, humming a minor tune, lifting the gun again, aiming the night vision scope at the S-shaped running back, and pulling the trigger directly. While he asked him to tilt his back seat, a scream came from the other side, and a blood light suddenly lifted up.

Uh...uh...ah...

The young man who was shot twisted on the ground in pain, looked at the bag next to him and pulled it over his arms, lowered a street light and stood up slowly. His shoulder blades were completely broken, and the blood dyed his entire back red. He stumbled and took two steps, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

Papa~~papa~~

"I really admire the oriental people, that is, they are very patient in doing things, and... stubborn!"

Suddenly, words rang out nearby, and a man wearing a bulletproof vest, clapped his hands and walked out with a cigarette butt in his mouth, "It's a pity that I met us, otherwise this research would really bring you back to your country."

The young man staggering against the wall looked at the figure coming, and there were other companions coming in other directions, grinning, "When did you target?" The hand that could move quietly touched the pocket.

"Since the hard drive entered the police station, we have set our sights on it and were thinking about how to get it back, but we didn't expect that there were people inside that were also making this idea."

Looking at the young man's quiet right hand, the man shook his finger and smiled even more.

"No, No...you'd better be honest. We can see the small movements. There is a sniper rifle aiming at your head in the distance, a kind-hearted oriental."

"Yeah?"

Li slowly raised his arm, took out his hand from his pocket, and a hand-rench ring strung by his fingers. "As soon as I die, this cute little thing will be very angry. Maybe you got the hard drive in your bag, but it's just a pile of waste."

Seeing the fatal thing in the other party's hand, the man who walked towards him froze, stopped, raised his hand and let the companions leaning towards him stop.

His smile gradually calmed down.

"Please keep your restraint. I think we can discuss this matter. Give us something, we will give you a sum of money, enough for you to return to your country and enjoy life."

However, just as he was stunned and said this, the young man beside the wall turned around and ran away, plunged into the alley that had just come out, bit the pull ring and pulled the grenade behind him, and got out of the alley.

"I...fuck!!"

The man cursed and asked the others to lie down, and flew to the ground. The next second, a loud bang exploded, and a ball of flames soared into the sky, trembling the shops on both sides of the street and the windows of the residential windows above buzzed.

The fire faded, and the few people crawling on the ground stood up and shouted: "Chasing!"

These people are quick to move and have experience. When they rushed into the alley, they saw the young man who had crossed the iron net. They raised their hands and shot them over the iron net. With the sparks that jumped up, they all moved the wall of the alley and climbed over the iron net and lowered down the ground, and continued to pursue them.

A little further away, at the end of the alley, two figures, one tall and one short, were stopping, and the short figure looked in one direction.

"Thu, did you hear the explosion just now?"

Just as he said something, a figure suddenly ran out of the alley not far away, his feet were unstable and he rushed directly to the ground.

"......Go away!" The young man on the ground saw that there were passers-by here and squeezed out weakly.

"Chinese?"

Wang Ruhu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, and the sound of messy footsteps came from the alleyway. The people who were chasing him saw two figures over there and shouted in English: "Get out!!"

The next moment, what answered them was huge fists and fierce faces looking into the alley, Wang Ruhu suddenly swung his fist, the first person he caught up with had a crooked head and a broken bone sound from his neck.

Blood light and minced meat instantly lifted up.
Chapter completed!