The plane was only discovered by the police after it was called to the police at seven o'clock, and in the case of transstate cases, the police in Portland contacted them after finding out that the plane belonged to the Thurston County Police.

And at this time, the Washington side learned that Rambo had left Washington State and came to Oregon.

By the time they hurried to Portland, Zhou Zhen had already driven out of Portland and was about to arrive in the central Oregon city of Eugene.

Now, the police have no control over Zhou Zhen's whereabouts, because from Portland, they can escape in several directions except to the west, and the police have lost the best time to intercept him.

What's more, they weren't sure where Zhou Zhen would go, maybe they were hiding in Portland.

In this era when computers have just appeared, there is no Internet, and there are no cameras, trying to find someone is just looking for a needle in a haystack.

Knowing the situation, the Portland police are not worried, because Rambo is originally Oregonian, and he is not a murderous person.

Although even the plane was robbed, Zhou Zhen has only killed the deputy sheriff so far, and even the sheriff who arrested him was only injured by him.

In the past, he was a hero, and after retiring from the army, he was silent, hardworking, and had no violent tendencies.

Such a person is not very harmful to society.

So, except for the Thurston police who want to catch Rambo, the police in other places have no interest in Rambo at all.

If you annoy this killing machine, it will cause social panic.

The Portland police didn't pay attention to the case, and they didn't even bother to send the notice of arresting Rambo, which also made Zhou Zhen leave Oregon easily and arrived in California.

Zhou Zhen arrived in San Francisco at two o'clock in the morning, he had been to the United States several times in the seventies, but he had never been to San Francisco once, and this time he came to visit by the way.

Yes, it's tourism.

In the real world, when he was in junior high school, he joined a tour group with his mother, and his first stop was to San Francisco.

But that was the San Francisco of the 21st century, and who could go to San Francisco in the 70s like him?

Now such a world is not a threat to him at all, if he is not angry, he will not come to this world at all, since he has come, he will have a good visit.

Moreover, he also wants to check whether the United States of this world will also coincide with the "Taxi Driver" he has experienced.

If they can coincide, he can use the Ewing family to burst out with even more destructive power.

I parked my car in a waterfront parking lot in Auckland, even though it was past two o'clock in the middle of the night, and the crowd was dispersing after an open-air concert.

Throughout the twentieth century, the West has been a symbol of the American Dream, and San Francisco has always been a representation of the West.

It has always been at the forefront of the American trend, the first gold panning in the West, the later Renaissance, and all the reforms related to the United States, this place will always be at the forefront.

The rebel movement of the 60s began here, starting from the "howl" of the City Lights bookstore, the San Francisco Renaissance set off by poets such as Allen Ginsburg, and the Berkeley student movement in the 60s and 70s, the rebel spirit created shaped a generation of Americans, and invisibly opened another page of American life and American spiritual world.

In San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury area, where hippie culture became popular, not drugs and sex, but rock 'n' roll, which Zhou Zhen liked, was counted as having about 500-1,500 rock bands performing here.

It's a pity that it's only been seventy-four years now, and his favorite song "Hotel California" has not yet been written.

Zhou Zhen parked his car in Auckland, also because he knew that this place had always been the most chaotic place, and he wanted to meet a few blind ones, and then mix up the living expenses.

He had less than thirty dollars left on him, and although he could hold on for a few days, he needed to be prepared.

Smelling the aroma from a cart stall selling barbecued sausages on the side of the road, Zhou Zhen opened the door and got out of the car, spent a dollar, bought two barbecued sausages and a glass of Coke.

Stand on the side of the road and eat while watching the last madness of the Beat Generation.

Most of them were already drunk, but the smell in the air was enough to show that it wasn't alcohol that numbed their brains.

A drunk, thinly dressed but wrapped in a thick scarf, staggered in front of Zhou Zhen's car, opened his mouth, and vomited a lot of sour and rancid substances.

Zhou Zhen moved away in disgust, and had no idea of making trouble with him.

Looking at his clothes, I'm afraid he won't be able to pay ten dollars for his whole body.

He still came too late, it was too cold, the party here was over, and the streets were soon empty.

A wide Ford stopped in front of the sausage stall, and two big men sat in the car, and the big man in the driver's seat shook off the glass. "Harry, business is good tonight, isn't it?"

The young man who set up the stall hurriedly smiled and passed a five-dollar bill. "It's a pity that there are fewer and fewer opportunities like this."

The driver accepted the bill and gave a smile. "There's also a concert tomorrow night at Armwood's Tennis Court Park. You can book a booth if you want. ”

"Whose concert? If it's not famous, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make back the stall money. ”

They are still bargaining there, and Zhou Zhen has already understood that these are the two minions of the gang who collect protection money, and if they want to set up a stall, they must pay protection money.

Seeing them, Zhou Zhen seemed to see the banknotes.

Maybe Zhou Zhen watched for a long time, and the big man in the driver's seat glared at him. "Boy, please get out of here."

"What if not?"

The driver paused and reached out to open the door, and the guy sitting next to him moved faster than him, rushing over directly with a gun. "Where are you mixed up?"

The pistol's insurance was not opened, so Zhou Zhen didn't take him as a threat, and looked at the driver again. "I'm curious how much money you charged for a night?"

The driver laughed and pulled his gun from his waist. "Today's income is good, eight hundred dollars, I'm afraid you won't make that much in a month! Now, please take out the money on you, or ...... Yes! ”

Before the words fell, he was choked by Zhou Zhen's throat, and his companion raised his gun, but before he could open the insurance, he was kicked by Zhou Zhen in the wrist with his backleg.

With a click, the pistol flew into the air, and he clutched his wrist and screamed.

The young people who set up the stalls didn't even want stalls, so they ran away.

Zhou Zhen didn't care about him, grabbed the gun in the driver's hand with his left hand, and snatched the gun with a little effort.

Then with a flick of his fingers, he opened the safety and aimed it at his head. "Robbery."

"Don't, don't be impulsive...... the money is in the box."

Zhou Zhen let go of his neck, but the pistol was still pointed at him. "Don't take any chances, bullets don't recognize people."

Pulling open the front door of their car, they found a wooden box with a lid on the armrest, which had been a cigar box instead of a box for change.

The wooden lid was pulled open, and it was filled with four stacks of loose bills, the largest ten dollars and the smallest one dollar, neatly arranged.

Zhou Zhen put all four stacks of banknotes into his pocket, pulled out their car keys, and disappeared into the darkness as soon as he threw them away.

Then he pointed a gun at two men. "Get in the car, I don't like to look at your faces."

The two did not dare to resist and obediently sat in the car.

And Zhou Zhen also got into his car, started the car, passed by their car, unloaded the pistol, and threw it into their car.

There were already too many guns on him, and such small-caliber pistols were not needed at all.

Seeing Zhou Zhen's car disappear, the two looked at each other and screamed. "The boss will kill our ......"

In '74, the threshold for the middle class in the United States was $12,000 a year for a family.

The family is based on the total marital income of a man and a woman, not one person.

A family earning $1,000 a month is middle-class, and $800 is not a small amount of money.

With this money, Zhou Zhen went around, got on the Bay Bridge, and crossed the bay to San Francisco.

After a round in San Francisco, he pulled his car into a 24-hour garage with the lights on and parked it in front of the door.

There was a dog barking in the courtyard, and a middle-aged man covered in oil appeared on the inside of the iron gate.

His eyes looked around Zhou Zhen, who had already taken off his police uniform and changed into his original clothes, which were also the standard attire of car washers.

"Something?"

Zhou Zhen said in an Oregon accent: "This car, are you interested?" Last year's newest Lincoln. I drove from Portland and now I've traveled less than five thousand miles. ”

"I don't do this business......"

"That bothers ......"

Zhou Zhen didn't talk nonsense, turned around and left, just opened the car door, and heard him ask, "How much?" ”

"A thousand."

"It's not your car?"

"If it were my car, I would only have 1,000 for this $3,800 car?"

"If you drive a new car for 3,000 miles, it will drop by 30%, and if you drive 5,000 miles, it will drop by 30%, and then if it's not your car, the price will drop by half."

Zhou Zhen opened the door and got into the car. "I won't sell a thousand less."

"Nine hundred?"

Zhou Zhen got into the car.

The middle-aged man looked at the license plate and couldn't help but say, "Then a thousand." ”

With a thousand dollars in hand, Zhou Zhen set off lightly, carrying a backpack, and soon found a hotel nearby to live in.

When he went upstairs, with the owner's permission, he brought all the newspapers next to the bar into the room.

At first glance, I was disappointed.

He had heard of Rambo in the taxi driver world, but this world did not have the point where that world converged.

Today's leaders are completely different from that world, and there is no Ewing family.

On the contrary, many names are reminiscent of the real world......

In other words, the plan to use the power of the Ewing family to disrupt the entire United States will not work.

There is only a limit to the damage that can be done by one person.

And this world is only a month at most, and he can't delay it too long if he wants to make things bigger.