is not afraid of death, is not afraid of life, and is not afraid of the gods and demons in the underworld, even if there is really an eye in the sky, it must be poked blind.

Even if there really is a god sneering in the clouds, pull him off his horse and stomp on his face.

I looked at the note, and my blood was surging.

Who wrote this? Is it the beggar just now? He was the only one who approached me just now, did he sneak this note into my pocket?

Is the text written on this KFC napkin from him?

I looked at the crowd and pushed away one foreigner after another, trying to find him, but he was long gone.

I was so disappointed that there was such a person in a foreign country who encouraged me and made me feel warm. I didn't look for him just to thank him, but more for practical significance.

He seems to know everything, I even suspect that Rondo's people help me and have a relationship with him, who is he? What does it have to do with me?

Friend or foe? Why don't you stand up and help me? Why is the enemy igniting me? Encourage me?

I shook my head, and without a clue, I stopped wasting time thinking.

Actually, even if I can't find him, I have a preliminary plan, since they want to hunt me, then let them hunt, I use the stupidest method: wait for the rabbit!

I drove a day to a small town in the middle of a jungle with a mountain backdrop.

It had just rained, and the town was soaked, and the road was a pine forest with no end in sight, and the conifers were green with droplets.

This idyllic town reminds me of the town of Fox in Twilight.

I remember it as a rainy town deep in the Olympia Mountains of Washington, which was quiet and textured.

Just like Fox, this nameless town is quintessentially an American town where people drive camping on weekends and drive their kids to school on Mondays.

Every day I worry about termites and dampness, and from time to time I scold my mother, but no matter how tired I am, I have to go to the tavern to drink a good beer.

I have a lot of money, not to mention 300,000 dollars, even if it is 100,000 dollars, I can buy a nice villa in this town.

I rented one, in a very remote location, next to the coniferous jungle, and the owner was a bearded old cowboy, a biker, fifty years old, but still with tattoos, cigars in his mouth, and speeding on a big motorcycle.

When I met him, Old Jack was dressed in black leather and was changing the exhaust pipes. I explained my intention to him, and he quoted a price, and I didn't make a counteroffer, so I moved in.

Behind the scenes, I heard this old guy muttering, "Chinese, just have money!" ”

In the eyes of Americans, yellow people have gold in their blood, and this is especially true as the country has become stronger and stronger over the years.

Even some robbers, when they look at the Chinese, their eyes are green, and they want to rob without hesitation.

I moved into this wooden-framed forest house, and immediately began to renovate it, and I wanted to turn it into a strangulation ground for 300,000 yuan.

Of course, for fear of accidental injury, I pulled up barbed wire, planted wooden fences, and wrote warning signs.

These warning signs are useful to ordinary people, and they are a joke to the killers of the MK group, who must think that I am bluffing, and what I want is their underestimating enemy.

Lena can spy on me, it's certain, but I don't believe that there is an eye in the sky that can see everything, it must just know where I am, she can't know everything.

However, for the sake of insurance, I still entrusted old Jack to buy guns, grenades, explosives, and other things, and I did not show up in the weapons store.

Arms dealers in the United States are strictly recorded and monitored. There is no way to buy a gun without a license, let alone an identity like me.

American guns can be bought, but after 911, explosives and grenades are strictly controlled like China, but Old Jack, as a biker and a local gangster, naturally has a way, but the price is much higher.

Soon, my $300,000 was spent, and the whole villa was almost armed.

It's just that there is one point, there are too few people.

No matter how many weapons I have, all of them are mallets, and they are useless.

For this reason, I planned to pull the old Jack's local gangster, but now I have no money, and I can't get a lot of money after selling my car.

As for the dagger man's bank card, there is a lot of money, but I don't know the password, which is embarrassing!

I don't know if my card can still be used.

With the attitude of giving it a try, I found a bank, and to my surprise, MK Group did not freeze my account, and there was still a lot of money in it, which was the reward for my last mission.

Of course, I later learned that it was that person who was helping me.

Because no matter how stupid Lena is, she won't give me a lot of money to arm me to get her.

Giving 300,000 is just for me to spend, do you really want mercenaries? It's simply not enough.

My card now has a million dollars, enough to hire Old Jack's gangsters, and I gave them a large deposit to go straight to the villa, fully armed, and wait for Lina's men to take the bait.

I also got the old jacket to get a bunch of scrap trucks, fenced off the villa, and built a steel fence as fast as I could.

I had a vague feeling that they were coming.

It's been nearly a month now, and it's time for Lina to come.

In the past month, in addition to directing the construction of Old Jack, I have been trying to call the country, but the embarrassing thing is that I can't remember the phone number of one of them.

Modern people's mobile phones do not leave their bodies, and the stupid way of remembering a long list of phone calls has long been used by no one, and I haven't bothered to remember it, and now I regret it.

However, I still contacted the previous person through the Internet, that is, QQ. Now that the network is so developed, if you want to block me from contacting the country, no matter how powerful MK is, there is no way.

But what disappointed me was that no one's QQ could be contacted, and they all had black avatars.

I had no choice but to contact my former classmates, and suddenly I found that Chubby was thinking, so I messaged him directly.

He was surprised that I wasn't dead, thinking it was a paranormal event. However, after the video, his frightened face returned to normal.

I asked him about the recent situation, and he said that he didn't know much about it, but he attended my memorial service a year ago, and it was Chen Fang who called him, but he would go to the capital immediately, help me find my uncle, and ask him to send someone to rescue me.

I gave him the address and gave him information about my uncle.

I was hopeful and grateful to him, but I really didn't expect that this would kill him, and it would be such a tragic death.

After chatting with Chubby, I went into the bathroom, the water in the bath was full, steaming, I took off my clothes, soaked in a hot bath, and the miniature submachine gun was within reach.

Every time I take a shower, I have to carefully check my body, but I still don't find anything suspicious. On Alcatraz, we've learned how to install trackers and how to stay undetected.

But I couldn't find it!

I soaked in the bath and watched the white foam wafting up.

Didi!

The computer rings.

I suddenly got up, wiped my body wildly, and ran to the computer.

This is the siren tone, and it is the outermost alarm of this villa, on the road three kilometers away from the villa.

On the computer screen, three black jeeps stopped, the kind of official cars used by the FBI. Needless to say, this must be someone from the MK Group.

They have chased and killed them many times with official cars, and I will explain once again that they have a very deep official background, and you must know that this kind of car is not sold in the world.

The group stepped down from the body, and none of them had any driving lights, not even the dimest red flashing lights, obviously trying to hide.

But my camera has night vision, which is almost the most basic electronic knowledge, and these heavily armed warriors don't even know it?

I laughed in my heart, but before my smile could take shape, it froze.

The person who walked down first didn't even look at the camera, and when he raised his hand, it was a shot, which directly blew up the military camera I bought for hundreds of dollars, and the computer screen was a snowflake.

Suddenly, Old Jack rushed in, and I locked the door.

He knocked twice and saw that no one was open, so he simply shot it off, then kicked the door open and broke in.

He gasped, his thick mustache, cocked back and forth, his cheeks were bloody, he was very excited, and roared, "It's coming!" ”