Mr. Smith, oh, no. No one calls him that anymore, most people call him Smith without any honorifics. Because it's not worth it, talking also consumes calories and energy. Life can't be wasted on meaningless people.

Smith, a former military attache in China, is now a prisoner.

He is currently under house arrest in his home in Las Vegas. He knew but not what kind of punishment he would face in the future. Inevitably, I will go to a court-martial. It's just that I don't know exactly what kind of punishment I'm going to face. Life imprisonment or 10 or 20 years, or secret execution?

Don't talk about the rule of law in the United States, no, no, I should say that there is no rule of law in the whole world. After all, the country's violent apparatus is very unreasonable when it really wants to do anything. This is not the first time, but I have a lot of seniors. Their fate was very miserable.

For example, helping the military sell arms privately, helping the FBI sell drugs, helping the Land and Resources Bureau smuggle, and so on. There are quite a few such seniors, and most of them die quite badly in the end. Most of them died without knowing it, and some of the worse ones even involved their families.

Smith is in his forties and has long since started a family. His daughter is only six years old. He didn't want his problems to be at the expense of his family's safety. So he chose to be under house arrest in his hometown of Las Vegas instead of being with his family in Washington.

Old-fashioned wooden house with only one floor, dilapidated backyard. This house looks terrible at first glance, but it may be my final resting place. The military has set up prohibitions all around, and its range of activities can only be within the courtyard of this house. As soon as you leave this range, you will immediately send a signal to the military, and then a group of big men will fall from the sky, allowing you to experience the feeling of being full of big men.

Smith didn't want to experience that feeling, after all, his name was Smith, not Steve. He is just an ordinary military attaché, not Captain America.

If you want to eat, someone will deliver it, and you won't starve to death. What I can do every day now is to drink heavily and spend my days in the muddy world.

The room was full of bottles, a variety of whiskeys, vodkas, gins, and more. Spirits are rapidly corroding one's body, and at the same time it is corroding one's soul.

Smith already felt like he was starting to have all sorts of auditory and visual hallucinations, because drinking too much was like that.

Just like now, I had just drunk a glass of vodka when I saw a man and a woman appear in front of me.

And it's the appearance of two Asian faces, and sure enough, I drank too much and hallucinated. I don't like Asians the most, I don't like them very much.

Because Asians are always troublesome, they always ask questions and do all kinds of weird things. My academic performance is good, and I always get a high score in the school math test. I can't beat them, and that's a pretty bad feeling.

I don't like these Asians. Because they're too much trouble. That's right, I'm racist, anyway, it doesn't matter if I discriminate against Asians in the United States, it's not a.

If he encounters a transgender bisexual dark-skinned fat man, Smith will not dare to discriminate against the other party, because if he dares to discriminate, then he will really be killed. As for the yellow race, it doesn't matter~

"Well, it's really bad. I don't like Asians, especially Chinese, you better get out of here. Otherwise, I'll beat you all over the ground looking for teeth!"

Smith thought he was battling his hallucinations, so he wasn't scared at all. After all, it's an illusion, can it hurt itself? It's impossible, you can easily defeat them. Have you ever dreamed of killing yourself?

As he spoke, Smith posed as a boxer, and in this moment he recalled the great boxing champion Ali, the terrible Tyson, the mouth cannon king Conrad, and the track and field legend Messerway. Hmmm? Something strange seems to have been mixed in.

But it doesn't matter, it's the punches that matter.

Ah~hit~

Touch~

Zhang Tong looked at Smith, who was holding the left side of his face twitching, and he fell his hand. He said to Gao Xiaomin with an incredulous face: "Where does this guy get his confidence?

"Probably, look at the bars all over the floor. I guess this guy is drunk to the point where he's hallucinating. Gao Xiaomin pinched her nose, she didn't like the smell of alcohol. You can use magic to purify the air, but there are a lot of restrictions in this house, so if you use magic yourself, you will be detected. After all, he is not Zhang Tong, and it seems that no one will find out what problems Zhang Tong has.

It should have seen that Gao Xiaomin was uncomfortable, Zhang Tong waved his hand, and the smell of alcohol in the room was much lighter.

"Thank you. Gao Xiaomin squinted at Zhang Tong, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"You're welcome high translation. Zhang Tong pointed to Smith, who was twitching on the ground, and said, "Now the translation work is up to you." I didn't learn this American dialect back then. What level of dialect are you?"

"I got an IELTS score of 8.5. "Gao Xiaomin is very proud.

"Wow, it's lower than me, and I want to count on you. ”

"IELTS is 9 out of 10!"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. By the way, help me now, I need to interrogate this guy properly. Ask him everything about Huaihai and what he knows. ”

"He looked a little sluggish. ”

"Hehe, it's going to cheer up. ”

Zhang Tong smiled, with an electric light on his fingers.

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"Ah~~~"

Screams rang out in the air. Smith was completely awake, the kind through and through. The alcohol I've been drinking these days has completely dispersed, and I don't smell at all.

Because the Asian in front of me is using a form of alcohol treatment called electrotherapy.

This guy doesn't know what to do, anyway, he just messes with himself. I called back and forth ten or twenty times, and I collapsed my whole body. But Smith still wondered, wasn't his house being monitored by the military from all angles, and no one came when he shouted like this?

Looking at Smith, who was sweating profusely, Zhang Tong nodded: "Well, it seems that in addition to quitting Internet addiction, electrotherapy is also quite useful for quitting alcohol." ”

"It's almost Lao Zhang. This guy is dying," Gao Xiaomin couldn't stand it anymore.

"Well, it's time to go. Ask him, what does he know about the poisoning case in Huaihai. Zhang Tong didn't care if Smith was innocent or not, and whether he abused lynching. What if I misused it? I don't care anyway, who made my woman miserable and tired because of this? Now that you've made your choice, you're going to have to pay the price.