Shujie felt a heat on his face, and immediately fell forward under the instinctive drive, holding his head and lying on the ground. At the same time, a clanging sound sounded around the sky, and the white mist in the sky rose in response.

"It must be a strong attack by the police," Shujie lowered his body as low as possible to avoid being accidentally injured by bullets. He lay on the ground and suddenly remembered that he also had a replica pistol on him. "Han Ming is right, it would be miserable to be found by the police," he secretly took out the gun from his waist, and without looking at it, he casually found a direction and pushed it outward to get rid of this hidden danger. "Where's the Roc?" Shujie wants to remind Dapeng. But in this chaos, how dare he shout casually.

There was a sound of Suo's footsteps ahead, and Shujie knew that the police had stormed the trading floor. "They must be like in the movies, guns in hand ready to shoot at anything that moves," Shujie thought to himself. He didn't dare to move, so he could only close his eyes and ask for more blessings.

Suddenly, Shujie was kicked in the shoulder, and a sharp cry sounded in his ears: "Get up!" Keep your hands on your head! Move slowly! ”

"Don't shoot, don't shoot." Shujie opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look. Two tall black figures appeared in the white mist, their guns pointed at them. "Don't shoot, don't shoot." He repeated mechanically as he slowly climbed up.

Before he could stand firmly, someone suddenly grabbed Shujie from behind, put on his hood, and began to drag him forward. "My glasses!" Shujie shouted, but no one paid attention. Thankfully, his glasses didn't fall off completely.

In the dark, Shujie went down the stairs and up the stairs, stumbling all the way, his legs and feet hurt, and his mind was even more chaotic. After being dragged for several minutes, the ordeal was finally over, and Shujie was pressed to a chair with a snort, and it was still dark around him.

"Humph! Ha! Hum! In the darkness, there was another sound of Dapeng, Ed and Han Ming's pain, and then there was a bang, as if something had closed the door.

Call! Someone pulled the hood off Shujie's head from behind. He quickly squinted his eyes to adjust to the harsh light in front of him, and then fumbled to straighten his glasses. Shujie found himself in a small square conference room, with a U.S. police officer sitting across the long table. He was dressed in a formal suit, with a bearded face, and two rows of medals on his chest glittered, as if he had seen them somewhere.

"I'm the chief sergeant and the commander of the scene." As soon as the bearded officer spoke, he was imposing: "I don't know who you are, but I'm pretty sure you have a lot of things to explain to the police. He paused to glance at the crowd, then picked up a pistol from the table, stroked it, and asked, "You'd better answer my questions honestly, or you'll be in even more trouble." How are you guys..."

"Why does this gun look so familiar?" Shujie's brain was stunned all of a sudden, just looking at the chief sheriff's mouth opening and closing, the problem was that he didn't hear a word clearly. Beside him, Dapeng and Ed were also dumbfounded, unable to say anything.

"Ahem! Cough! Han Ming coughed dryly twice, and said, "Thank God, we can talk to you alive here, Mr. Chief Sheriff." It's horrible, and I'm very unhappy with the speed of the response and rescue capabilities of the New York police! The corners of his eyes were still high, and his face was blue and purple. But none of this affected Han Ming's eloquence in the interrogation room.

"Uh," the chief sergeant was caught off guard, he put down the imitation pistol, and his tone became polite, "The police really didn't respond in time, I'm sorry, may I ask who you are?" ”

"My name is Han Ming, I'm from China, and I'm the chairman of New Western Education." Han Ming shook his shirt and sat up straight: "We are a listed company on the New York stock market. Yesterday, it was the first day of New Western Education's listing, and I specially invited three of my former students to ring the opening bell of the stock market with me. ”

At this point, a young policeman sat down next to the chief sheriff and whispered to the chief sheriff as he pointed to a stack of files.

"By the way, yesterday's bell ringing ceremony was supposed to be broadcast live to the world via satellite." Han Ming then complained, "Oh my God, we should have been interviewed in front of reporters. Who knew something so terrible could happen! ”

"Sorry again," the chief sergeant asked with a blank face, "why didn't you withdraw yesterday?" They don't take hostages. ”

"How do we know they don't take hostages?" Han Ming asked rhetorically, "We hid in the basement for a day and a night, and we didn't dare to make a sound at all. Do you know how bad that is? ”

"Hey, the terrorists are coming, why don't you run out, but go to the basement."

"Oh! I'm to blame for that. Han Ming continued to talk nonsense: "If it was yesterday... The day before yesterday, I was good to listen to this student's words. He pointed at Ed and said, "I have to go to eat authentic Chinese food, it's the one in Midtown, that... That..."

"Old Sichuan." Ed chimed in.

"That's right! In that house, the hygiene was really bad, and all four of us had diarrhea. ”

"You had a stomachache yesterday morning and then went to the bathroom together and missed the terrorist attack?" The Chief Sergeant asked.

"Yes, yes, we keep pulling, and we can't get out of the toilet at all." Han Ming replied.

Who pulls from night to morning? If it really pulls so hard, it will be dehydrated a long time ago, where can I still ring the bell? Hearing Han Ming's words, Shujie's heart was cold. Fortunately, the chief sergeant just glanced down at the replica pistol and didn't show a suspicious expression.

"When we find out that something is wrong, we can only run down the stairs for our lives." Han Ming turned defense into offense: "In the news, it was actually said that all the hostages were safe and sound. Fart! I'm sorry for my foul language, Mr. Chief. But the police don't even know how many people are on the stock exchange, and I'm really disappointed. ”

"Then why are you back on the trading floor?"

"A few of us hid in the basement, scared to death. Luckily, the terrorists didn't find us. Han Ming said.

"The basement of the stock exchange is really a labyrinth." The chief sheriff asked: "But why did you suddenly appear in the hall, and why are all the terrorists dead?" ”

"That's it. At the time, we were scared. But there was no food or drink in the basement, and God knows how long these terrorists would have to spend with the police. Han Ming then used his foolish genius: "My students persuaded me to simply fight with the terrorists. ”

"Fight?" The chief sergeant sniffed and looked into Han Ming's eyes. Shujie was also very nervous, and he was nervous: Fight? How to spell it? Is it just a replica pistol?

"Oh, yes." Han Ming glanced at the imitation pistol on the table, then pointed at Dapeng and said, "This classmate is very brave and volunteers to fight the terrorists." At that time, I told him, how to fight? Just your replica pistol?

"At the time, he said to me: 'Let's look around, maybe we can find the weapon left behind by the deceased police officer.'" But no matter what, we can't let the gangsters run rampant any longer. Han Ming's words were vivid, as if they were real: "Chief Sheriff, let me say it by the way." This Xu student is very fond of weapons and equipment, and bought an imitation gun when he visited Toys "R" Us the day before yesterday. He liked it very much, so he always carried it with him.

So, we went upstairs and found a couple of pistols. Unexpectedly, we just wanted to rush into the hall, but these terrorists actually fought on their own, and I don't know why. Coincidental or not, you say? The more Han Ming spoke, the more excited he became, as if even he believed himself: "We waited until they were almost finished fighting before rushing in and killing these terrorists by surprise." ”

"Hmm." The Chief Sergeant snorted, looking thoughtful. Shujie has been beating the drums in his heart. He knows that when a person piecing together facts and lies, his story is often difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Although Han Ming is clever and eloquent, his words are full of flaws. How did Dapeng's imitation gun come to the stock exchange? And what about that CIA Tariq? Even if the chief police officer did not know that there were agents among the terrorists, there was not a single real gun in the hall that had his own fingerprints on it. Besides, Shujie has never even touched a real gun, let alone shot and killed.

"Oh, I see." The chief sergeant suddenly came to his senses, without a trace of doubt on his face: "You stand up for the whole world, but these terrorists are completely defenseless, and as a result, they are all wiped out!" ”

Can you pass the level this way? For a while, Shujie was stupidly happy, and he had to admire Han Ming so much. It's no wonder that the New West is in full swing. But the situation went so smoothly that even Han Ming was embarrassed, and he quickly explained to the chief sheriff with an embarrassed smile: "Actually, it's gone." They killed most of each other, and we just eliminated a few wounded gangsters. ”

"Mr. Han, you are too modest." As soon as the chief police officer grabbed Han Ming's hand, he praised: "You have acted bravely, cooperated with the special police to eliminate terrorists, and saved the world economy." Oh, by the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you? ”

"Yes, Mr. Sergeant, I bother you to remember." Han Ming replied.

"Tommy!" The chief sergeant turned around and ordered the young officer beside him: "Please take these four heroes from China to the dining car for a bite to eat." Mr. Han, your exploits deserve to be known to the world. Don't leave yet, get ready to attend the celebration party at the police station. ”

"Thank you Chief Sheriff, I don't think the NYPD deserves to be commended for its timely response to this incident, especially your command." Han Ming reacted very quickly, and immediately patted the chief sheriff's ass, completely ignoring his accusations against the police station at the beginning.

A cow man is a cow man! Shujie moved his slightly numb knee joint, and sighed in his heart: This old liar can not only slap himself, but even shoot his sycophants in one go, which is really breathtaking.

The chief sergeant got up and returned the imitation pistol to Dapeng, then held his hand and smiled: "Classmate, this plastic gun is too light." When this is over, I'll send you the real thing. Then, led by Officer Tommy, the four got up and walked out of the dark room. Shujie looked back and saw that the black house was actually a black armored bus, with four big white letters of 'S-W-A-T' painted on the body above the word 'SWAT'.

It didn't take long for the group to come to another RV. The sides of the motorhome were fully opened, revealing a row of counters with a wide awning on the roof and seven or eight folding chairs under the canopy. There is a TV hanging from the top of the counter. Below the TV screen, two white figures were swaying behind the counter, and the smell of food filled the air.

Jabber! Shujie's stomach immediately protested. The four of them hurriedly sat down. At Tommy's instructions, a pile of hot sandwiches was quickly delivered to them. Shujie grabbed a piece, opened his mouth wide, and bit it down. "Oh my God! It's so fragrant! He was so hungry that he couldn't tell what a sandwich tasted like. In his eyes, it is delicious to be able to enter the stomach.

A twelve-inch Reuben sandwich was swallowed, and Shujie finally came to his senses. He grabbed the glass of water, took a few sips, and then twisted his neck from side to side. Having eaten and drunk, he turned his attention to the TV on top of the counter. It was Fox News on TV. A female voice said: "At 7:30 p.m. tonight, President Bush, who is on vacation on Long Island, held an emergency teleconference. Present at the meeting were: Vice President Linney, Secretary of Defense Rick, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff General Powell, and Florida Governor George W. Bush. ”

"Tonight? It's definitely a replay of yesterday's news. Shujie said in his heart. He looked closely, and the word 'replay' was indeed typed in the corner of the screen. On the TV, George W. Bush sat behind a simple desk, talking into the microphone. The narrator continues: "The President has given important instructions on the crisis that has occurred on the New York Stock Exchange, and he has asked all relevant departments to solve the problem in a stern and swift manner, to implement the style of doing things that are vigorously and vigorously crackdown, and to put an end to false statements about reality for the sake of political achievements..."

In the midst of days of nonsense, the camera shifted from time to time between George W. Bush and other officials attending the meeting.

"This bald head is the Vice President: Joyan Linney." Ed whispered to the three in Chinese: "He has a nickname, called Wan Laoer. ”

"Why? He is not surnamed Wan. Shujie didn't understand the meaning.

"When the old president was still around, he was the vice president. Now he's Bush Jr.'s vice president. In the future, when George W. Bush succeeds to the throne, he will still be vice president. Ed explained.

"Look there!" Dapeng pointed to the screen and teased: "This little Bush is a bit interesting, he still carries such a big box for a meeting." Shujie looked at it, and there was indeed a large suitcase standing next to Bush Jr.'s leg.

"Shh Han Ming hurriedly motioned for Dapeng to shut up, and then whispered: "Don't underestimate this suitcase, it contains the command computer for the launch of nuclear weapons in the United States." ”

"Nuclear suitcase?" Dapeng asked.

"That's right." Han Ming went on to popularize science: "It is said on the Internet that once the button in the nuclear suitcase is pressed, the nuclear warhead of the United States can reach anywhere in the world within half an hour. ”

"Half an hour?" Shujie exclaimed.

"Yes, the preparation for the launch of a nuclear weapon generally takes 15 minutes, and then the missile has to fly for another ten minutes." Han Ming looked at the expressions of admiration on the three of them and was secretly proud. He looked around to make sure there were no other ears next to him, then lowered his voice and said the news on the trail: "I have a high-level friend of the United States. He heard from his friends that this little Bush was very wary and no one trusted him. This nuclear suitcase never left him. ”

As soon as Han Ming's words fell, a burst of familiar music suddenly sounded in Shujie's ears.

Do-hair-do-pull-fa, do-rui-fa...

Fox Urgent News! Although Shujie has only been in the United States for three months, his ears are almost cocooned with the news prelude of the White House special TV station. After the music, a majestic male voice said: "According to the news that this station has just received, the crisis of the New York Stock Exchange has been safely resolved under the great instructions of the president.

Vice President Linney told our reporter in the White House press office that four Chinese guests were trapped on the stock exchange for some reason. Inspired by the President's instructions, they worked tirelessly to help the New York SWAT to kill all the terrorists.

"The crisis has been defused and the world economy has been saved." The man's voice became more and more sonorous: "President Bush has temporarily decided to go to the stock exchange and personally preside over the celebration meeting of the New York Police Department. At that time, he will meet with people from all walks of life and personally commend these four heroes from China! ”

What the! Shujie was shocked, unable to believe that the big man in the portrait was about to appear in front of him. What should I say and what should I do? He had no clue. If you accidentally anger George W. Bush, it will be miserable. The more Shujie thought about it, the more scared he became. He looked at his companions and looked at them in the same way, even Han Ming was no exception.

"What's waiting ahead?"

Shujie couldn't think about it.

"Is it a flying disaster?

"Or is it a blessing in disguise?"