It's a modest Chinese restaurant, not spacious, with a modest name, but it's clean, after all, the federal health regulators like to spot check restaurants and restaurants, especially those that most health inspectors are biased against.

Cooked chicken without a lid and put it in the refrigerator, lettuce without a big bucket with a lid, the cook or clerk eating in the kitchen, kitchen knives in the locker, frozen shrimp thawing naturally in water, wet rags not sterilized during reuse, dry rags placed next to the washed lettuce, these are all mistakes that Chinese people tend to make, or in the eyes of most Chinese people, these practices are not mistakes, but unfortunately, they are all deductions from the health inspection department.

Out of prejudice, health inspectors are very strict in inspecting and punishing Chinese restaurants, and Chinese restaurants that can pass the inspection are often safer and more hygienic than those run by Commonwealth Americans.

But safety and hygiene weren't what attracted Everett Charles to this Chinese restaurant, but the food that made him willing to take a three-hour drive to this small restaurant.

In life, only food can live up to it.

Everett Charles is a favorite of Chinese food, but it's hard to find authentic Chinese food in the D.C., so he always drives to this small restaurant in New York to order a few good dishes in his spare time.

Just like Frank Underwood in "House of Cards" who likes to eat ribs at Freddy's shop, this is a bond of taste buds, a complex that is difficult to let go.

The driver stopped and did not follow, Everett walked into the restaurant alone, found the most common place to sit, and smiled at the Chinese boy in the white coat: "Old look, thank you!" ”

Everett speaks Chinese, which is not standard, but not outrageous, a skill he is proud of, thanks to his obsessive love of Chinese culture in his youth.

The big boy, who was usually grinning, didn't respond, and Everett could see nervousness and worry in his expression, and then he realized the anomaly around him: there were no other customers in the restaurant.

A Chinese restaurant with such an authentic taste may not meet the appetite of the American Federation, but it must please the Chinese people, even in the off-season, it cannot be so bleak.

Everett's heart sank, with his current status, the Capitol Police would not have a special agent to ensure his safety, and if he encountered a mad gangster in this Chinese restaurant, even if he reported his identity as a member of parliament, it would be useless.

If he had the opportunity to call the police, his special status would have allowed the police to arrive at the scene more quickly and try to rescue them in a safer way. But what if there is no chance to call the police?

"Oh, look at my terrible memory, please ask the chef to wait before stir-frying, I'm going to go back to the car and get the medicine first."

In order to avoid a possible misunderstanding by the robbers, Everett did not speak broken Chinese again, he quickly made an excuse, and then slowly stood up and walked out without changing his face.

After taking a few steps, Everett's tense facial muscles began to throb slightly.

The door to the restaurant was blocked.

The person blocking the glass door wore a red and white mask, and the bright red blood outlined a capital letter in pure white.

“J。” Everett exclaimed in his heart that hell, and subconsciously stepped back.

From the very beginning of J's transformation into the patron saint of the campus, the English alphabet has taken on a sacred symbol that surpasses other letters, initially causing only Isaac Wilson (the current FBI director) to frown, but now J is a headache for the entire federal government and several state governments.

Because J is no longer a criminal, but a phenomenon, since the "J cult phenomenon" has become popular, imitators have emerged in an endless stream everywhere, if they just imitate J to predict a crime and report it to the police, it is fine, but some radical imitators often take action on behalf of law enforcement, and even use lynching to execute what they identify as "potential criminals".

Perhaps, the masked man in front of him is a fervent admirer and radical imitator of J.

Everett asked himself that it had nothing to do with the word "sin," but he couldn't let his guard down because there was a possibility of something even worse.

Everett is aware that three robbers and five rapists in New York City have worn the mask and impersonated J and J's followers in the past month. Even though all eight idiots have "died unexpectedly", who's to say if there will be other idiots who will do the same?

"Please sit back in your seat. I know you don't need pre-meal medication, in fact you don't have it in your car. As if by magic, the masked freak conjured a gun in his hand, the body of which was against his right waist, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Everett's left chest.

"Okay, yes, I misremember, like I said, I have a terrible memory."

Everett barely managed to squeeze out a stiff smirk, slowly stepped back towards the other man, and as he retreated from his seat, he turned his head sideways to give the boy next to him a supplicating look, but something unexpected happened, and the boy's expression changed from worried and nervous to ......

Is that joy?

Everett saw the ecstasy in the boy's eyes, which made him feel incomprehensible.

Hell, can't you see the gun in his hand? Find a way to call the police! Everett tried to convey the meaning of the sentence to the boy with his eyes, but the boy did not look at him at all.

"You, you! I ......" The big boy with black hair and black smoke and clear eyebrows was so excited that his voice trembled when he spoke, "Can you sign me!" Sign it on my clothes, no, sign it on my ...... On my mask! ”

"Of course." The masked freak bowed slightly, as if smiling, "but first you have to entertain this distinguished guest, I mean, Mr. Everett Charles, go and stir-fry his favorite dish." ”

"Okay, okay! Here it goes! The older boy immediately turned around and ran to the kitchen.

Everett finally figured out that the nervous worry in the boy's eyes before was not worried about the appearance of the masked stranger, but worried that he would not show up - it seemed that the child had known it early on, no wonder there were no other customers in the store, presumably he had invited other customers away.

Requests for autographs are often made by fans to idols, so why is the weirdo in the mask the idol of the big Chinese boy? Everett's gaze moved back to the mask of the masked freak.

“J。”

He whispered.

"It's me. I prefer you to call me by my first name, Ouyang Jie. ”

The masked freak takes off his mask, revealing a youthful face that has not faded.

If it weren't for the conclusive evidence, who would have believed that the top 10 most wanted FBI criminals would be such a young child? Everett was about to say something when he was stunned by the next sentence that the other person said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, MP Everett Charles, the future Mr. President."