Thunder. Lyotard was sitting in the lobby of the hotel, sipping coffee leisurely while waiting for guests to come to the door. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 But the inn he runs is so shabby that few people want to visit, and sometimes at the end of the day, there are not as many guests as the police passing by.

Of course, the police, he just thought of these guys in uniform, and a young officer appeared in front of him.

"Hello, sir." The officer politely greeted and asked, "I'm investigating a theft." I'm wondering if you've had any notable people here lately. ”

"Someone to watch?" Liotta laughed. He happens to have one here.

On the registration book of the inn, there is one name that is noteworthy: Shi Guang. The Chinese who travels from Los Angeles to San Diego to find a job is like a machine that runs at a regular time: every day, he wakes up at the same time, has breakfast at the same time, and leaves the house at the same time...... This is always true whether the weather is good or bad, sick or healthy.

There seemed to be no power that could change his laws.

"Strange people, isn't it?" Lyotard smiled at the young cop who was taking notes in earnest. "He always went out at nine o'clock and returned at five, neither early nor late, without any deviation. Seriously, I really don't know how this Chinese did it. ”

"Chinese...... You know, they're from a mysterious country, and there's always a little bit of a strange apt. The policeman said nonchalantly, putting away the pen and notebook, and nodding to Lyotta. Thank you for your cooperation, sir. ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do." The innkeeper said with a smile, but then he seemed to suddenly think of something, and he was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Officer, what are you investigating?" ”

The young officer was also stunned. "Didn't I tell you?" He muttered to himself in confusion, thinking for a moment, but still not sure. "I remember telling you that...... Never mind. He waved his hand, "There's a burglary a block away, and I've been asked to investigate if there's any suspicious person nearby." ”

"Really? But how come I've never met you? ”

"I'm new. That's why the sheriff asked me to do it myself. It's disgusting, isn't it? No matter where they are, no matter what kind of work, the newcomer is always the object of discrimination by others......" The young officer seemed to be full of resentment about his work, and he chattered and complained for a while before stopping.

"I sympathize with your aws, man." Lyotard slapped the cop on the shoulder twice, but soon complained to himself: "However, burglaries have become more frequent in this city lately. Hell, can't you cops catch all those damn thieves? ”

"Then we're going to need a big prison and more guards." The young officer shrugged, "But I don't think City Hall will allocate funds for this." ”

"It's disgusting." Liotta shook his head in disgust, and began to curse the inefficient bureaucracy in a low voice—until a sound of footsteps interrupted him. Liotta looked up, then quietly pulled the policeman by the hand. "Man, did you see the Chinese who just passed? He's what I call a weirdo. ”

"Is that him?" In fact, the moment the guy with the pseudonym "Shiguang" came into his sight, the police already recognized him as the "Japanese monkey" in the photo, his target. But in front of the innkeeper, he had to pretend to think for a while. "He's a little weird indeed."

"But he can't be the thief you're looking for, can he?"

"Who knows." The officer shrugged his shoulders and pulled out his pocket watch to look at it. "I have to go, goodbye, sir." He held out his right hand, "Thank you again for your cooperation." ”

Bidding farewell to Lyotard, the young policeman slowly walked out of the hotel door. He was not in a hurry - the agent waiting outside the hotel had signaled him the direction of the Japanese spy - he stood in the doorway, lit a cigarette with ease, and then turned around unhurriedly and strode to follow his target.

In front of him, Shimitsu Shizaburo didn't know that he was being targeted. Although he could always sense some malicious gaze, such gazes were always prevalent in San Diego, Los Angeles, San Francisco, and other cities in the United States, and as a spy who had been gathering intelligence in California for a long time, he had become so accustomed to it that he did not develop any vigilance at all.

But Shimitsu Shizaburo is definitely not a careless fool, he still carefully watches every movement around him, and is always ready to take contingency measures.

But there is no need to do so now.

The situation on the street was no different than usual, and there were no notable figures - except for the American policeman who followed him. But this lazy, cigarette-smoking guy was no different from the American cops Ishimitsu Shizaburo usually saw, and he was not a threat, so soon, he stopped caring about him and turned his limited attention in other directions.

A carriage was approaching from behind, and at the same time, another was appearing around the corner of the street and was also heading towards him. The wagon, filled with metal drums, was visibly overloaded, and its body was shaking, as if it could let its contents fall at any moment. The driver and the two workers escorting the goods also seemed to be aware of the danger, and they kept shouting and trying to dislodge pedestrians from their path.

The vast majority of people ran away as quickly as they asked, but there were still those who walked unhurriedly through the streets, from one side of the road to the other, as they usually do. Shimitsu Shizaburo shrugged his shoulders secretly, glanced at these low-quality American citizens in disgust, and then continued to walk forward.

Of course he wouldn't notice, and of course he wouldn't care even if he did, and the policeman behind him threw half of the cigarette in his mouth to the ground in a dashing manner, and stomped on it - this was the signal, and the agents acted quickly.

At first, as if by accident, the rope that tied the metal barrel to the wagon suddenly broke. At the shouts of the two escort workers, several metal barrels fell to the ground and cracked as expected. Some viscous, yellow-green liquid flowed out of it, and the air was soon filled with a pungent stench.

"Chemical spill! Chemical spills! The workers and coachmen screamed hysterically, scrambled to pull a mask out of their pockets and put it on themselves, and then fled from the carriage in a panic. Under their influence, nearby pedestrians also began to flee in all directions.

Shimitsu Shizaburo's movements were a step slower. He hesitated, unsure whether he should turn away at once—for it had happened so coincidentally that he felt it might be a conspiracy. But the stench in the air was getting stronger and stronger, so he gave up all considerations, and finding that his breathing had become less smooth, he began to walk back.

By this time, the young policeman had bravely rushed forward and shouted for pedestrians. "Get out of here! Get out of here, everybody! But don't panic, the police will be there soon......" he said as he approached the oncoming Shimitsu Shizaburo, and as they were about to come together, he pulled a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and handed it to the Japanese. "Sir, cover your mouth and nose."

Shimitsu Shizaburo instinctively wanted to refuse the policeman's kindness, but it was too late, and as soon as his hand was raised, the handkerchief was sent to his nostrils, and then it was covered firmly. Through his respiratory tract and nervous system, a strange smell was transmitted to his brain, and it was only for a moment that Ishimitsu Shizaburo's consciousness began to fog.

He felt his body sliding involuntarily as he heard the policeman shouting. "Come and help me, this Chinese has fainted!"

Then he fainted.

But onlookers saw it very clearly: a Chinese man fainted from the pungent stench, and a young policeman struggled to drag him to a safer place while shouting for help. Soon, some people began to gather around them.

"This Chinese fainted." The police shouted, "I need a doctor." ”

"I'm a doctor." A man stepped down from the carriage that had just stopped, separated from the crowd and crowded around him, while shouting to the others: "Please disperse, he needs fresh air." ”

Following his orders, the people dispersed a little, and the doctor crouched down and began to examine the unconscious Chinese; After a while, he stood up and announced to the police: "He has been poisoned and needs immediate treatment." Then he turned to the others, "Please get out of the way, now I'm going to take him to the clinic." By the way," the doctor turned to the police again, "and you." Mr. Officer, you must also go to the clinic for a check-up. ”

The officer hesitated, then nodded at the end. "Okay." He stood up and announced to the onlookers, "I think you should go to the hospital for a check-up as well...... Damn, God knows what that thing is. ”

While cursing, he and the agents disguised as doctors set up Shimitsu Shizaburo from the comatose and walked to the carriage parked on the side of the road. As soon as they were all in the carriage, the carriage moved, speeding up as soon as it turned around, and soon disappeared at the end of the street.

Then the onlookers quickly ran away, and they were all in a hurry to go to the clinic for a check-up. When police officers in San Diego arrived at the scene, all that was left on the street was a fully loaded wagon, several overturned metal barrels, and an unidentified liquid that still stenched. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )