Traveling to Asia on an American warship, Alex and Logan finally set foot on the land of China, a land that is being devastated after several journeys.

"Alex, what are we going to do now?" Logan still had a half-smoked cigar in his mouth, but he didn't light it, looking around casually.

"Wait for someone!" Alex stood at the ferry, looking at the crowded dock, and his heart fluctuated.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the 42-year-old China not only lost the battlefield, but also suffered a hundred years of drought, thousands of miles of red land, and starvation all over the wilderness. People have to leave their homes in search of hope for a living.

On the pier, Alex saw many, many old people with nurseries, and the old people were carrying iron pots. Desperately scrambling off the ferry, the faceless refugees sprinted out of the ferry and headed for the city beyond the docks, feeling they could find a way out.

Unfortunately, before they could rush out of the dock, groups of policemen in soap-blue uniforms armed with batons and long guns surrounded them step by step, trying to drive everyone back. Naturally, the frenzied refugees will not give up, and they will desperately attack the human wall laid up by the police.

After a moment of stalemate, a fat-headed and big-eared police officer stepped forward from the human wall, his round face full of impatience: "You Diao people, get out of here immediately, or I'm going to shoot!" As he spoke, the officer pulled out a pistol from his waist, fired several shots at the air, and then pointed the gun at the refugees in front of him.

Most of the refugees were honest farmers, and when they heard the gunshots, they shrunk their necks and trembled and took several steps back.

"Alex!" Rogan picked up the cigar from his mouth with one hand and turned his head to look at Alex, a hint of anger on his indifferent face.

Alex shook his head with a wry smile and motioned for Logan not to make a move. Alex didn't want to help these refugees, but now he didn't have the ability to do anything.

Seeing the retreating refugees, the current police officer looked very proud, waved his hand as if chasing flies, and said casually: "Where to go back and forth, this is not the place where you should come!" ”

"You're letting us die!" One of the refugees opened his mouth and shouted.

"Just let you die!" The officer glared angrily and shouted arrogantly, "It's useless to keep you, it's better to die if you die!" ”

"I'm going to pull you bastard to death!" An angry old man rushed up with a hammer in his hand, threatening to smash the hammer in his hand at the hateful-looking police officer.

The fat pig-like officer was startled and almost threw the gun in his hand. Fortunately, he woke up in time, looked at the gun in his hand, and suddenly became angry, the tip of the gun was against the old man's forehead, and he cursed sharply: "Old guy, do you dare to move again?" If you move again, I'll shoot you with one shot! "Looking at his posture, it seems that he is ready to shoot without waiting for the old man to move.

Alex was really angry, his figure flashed, and he suddenly appeared next to the officer, his right hand fell on the pistol against the old man's head, turned his head to look at the officer, and said softly: "This brother, they are all begging for a living, there is no need to shoot, right?" ”

Having just returned to Huaxia, Alex didn't want any Huaxia blood on his hands, even if it was the police officer in front of him who he hated very much.

The police officer didn't notice that Alex appeared suddenly, thinking that he had come out of the crowd, squinted his eyes and cursed sharply: "What kind of onion are you kid, get out of the way for me, be careful that I will collapse with you!" ”

Alex's face tightened, and he said slowly word by word: "There are some people you can afford to mess with, and some people you can't afford to mess with!" ”

Song Zixing raised his eyes and glanced at Alex, and found that it was not a person he knew and familiar with, and shouted arrogantly: "There is no one in the mountain city realm that I can't afford to provoke!" ”

"Song Zixing?" Alex frowned, snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped Song Zixing's fat pig face, "You can't afford to mess with me!" "Jiang Song, Kong, Chen Si, everyone, Alex doesn't look at it at all, even if Jiang is standing bald in front of him at this moment, Alex will not be mistaken! In the whole of China, Alex didn't dare to fight people, less!

Song Zixing was obviously beaten, covering his face with one hand, and pointing at Alex with the other before screaming and shouting: "Shoot, shoot me, shoot him for me!" ”

When the policemen behind Song Zixing heard this, they all took out their guns and pointed them at Alex.

Alex swept his eyes coldly, and all the policemen were too scared to move. After fighting so many battles on the European battlefield, Alex killed a lot of people, and his anger was not comparable to these policemen who only knew how to bully and fear evil.

Logan also walked to Alex's side unconsciously at this time, and looked at Song Zixing coldly, as if he was looking at a dead corpse.

Song Zixing couldn't stop trembling when he saw Rogan appear, not only frightened by Rogan's eyes, but also by Rogan's complexion. In this era of China, foreigners are superior people, and provoking foreigners means international disputes, and the last unlucky ones in international disputes are always Chinese people!

Just when Song Zixing was thinking about whether to kneel down to apologize or send money to make amends, a middle-aged man came over from the crowd, looked around, and walked straight towards Alex.

Seeing the person coming, Song Zixing couldn't help but get excited, and just as he was about to open his mouth to flatter, he saw the middle-aged man walk up to Alex with a respectful face: "Is it Mr. Zhang?" ”

Alex nodded, looked the middle-aged man in front of him up and down, and said, "Yes, I'm Zhang Xuan." Back in Huaxia, the English name seemed a little awkward, and Alex felt that using his Chinese name was also what he had greeted Straker early in the morning. And the middle-aged man in front of him is the person in charge of Hydra in Huaxia, and he has a very high status in the national government.

"Please come with me, Mr. Zhang!" After the middle-aged man confirmed Zhang Xuan's identity, the expression on his face became more and more humble, and he almost bent down to ask for help.

Zhang Xuan turned his head to look at Song Zixing, who was already frightened, and asked with a chuckle, "Now, can you still afford to mess with me?" ”

Song Zixing fell to the ground paralyzed, grabbed Zhang Xuan's trouser leg with tears in his eyes, and begged for mercy hoarsely: "The little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and I hope that Master Zhang Gongzi has a lot, spare the small one!" ”

Zhang Xuan came to Huaxia to expel Little Japan, but not to be angry with a small policeman, so he laughed and left directly.

Until Zhang Xuan and his party disappeared from the dock, a young policeman helped Song Zixing up and asked in a low voice: "Brother Song, what is the origin of this Zhang Gongzi, why have you never heard of it?" ”

Song Zixing stood up straight, looking at the direction in which Zhang Xuan was leaving, he was also a little confused: "I don't know the origin of this Zhang Gongzi, but I know the one who came to pick him up." ”

"Who?"

"The National Government, Minister of Finance!"