What story is told in the movie "Rush Hour", Lin Cheng has basically forgotten it.

The only thing he remembered was the scene at the end of the movie, when Uncle Long fell from the steel ceiling and slid down on a strip of red cloth, which was really full of his usual Long's comedy style.

Thinking that he would soon be able to compete with Uncle Long on the same stage or even play a show, Lin Cheng was still a little excited for a while, but when he saw the Citibank check left by the little rich woman Elena in his hand, he quickly made a mistake.

Because he doesn't remember at all, and he doesn't know where the girl was kidnapped.

But well...... Anyway, I'm an organized person, so it's normal to borrow a little bit of the organization's special intelligence line.

So, having made up his mind, Lin Cheng sent Elena back to the church school, and then immediately drove back to the seventeenth textile factory on the banks of the Hudson River.

Although it was past twelve o'clock in the night, the textile factory was still brightly lit, Lin Cheng walked through the silent factory workshop, and when he walked to the restaurant, he saw the slender figure sitting in the corner of the restaurant, on the side of the small bar bar.

Miss Fox was lying on the counter of a somewhat shabby, old-fashioned bar.

There was only a shallow layer of clear wine left in the small wine glass in front of her, one hand supporting her forehead, and her long golden hair like waves fell down very casually, blocking her face, so that Lin Cheng couldn't see what her expression was at the moment.

"Didn't you rest, fox?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps from behind, the fox slowly straightened up, and then, his cold gaze fell on Lin Cheng.

"If you're okay, you'd better go back to sleep, Mr. Lin."

The fox spoke slowly, but he wanted to drive people away.

It was also at this time that Lin Cheng noticed that the corners of the fox's eyes seemed to be a little red, although they were barely covered by her makeup, but there were still some traces left there, and there was a feeling of wanting to cover up.

She cried, why?

Lin Cheng sat beside her with a cheeky face and a fox's gaze, but his good desire to survive made him not mention it.

Seeing that Lin Cheng didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, the fox simply turned his head, took another small cup from the bar, filled the two glasses with vodka, and placed one of the cups in front of Lin Cheng.

Suddenly, a strong smell of alcohol rose, making Lin Cheng feel a little spicy.

"Since you're not going to leave, then come and have a drink with me."

She picked up the small wine glass, glanced at Lin Cheng defiantly, and then drank the vodka in the wine glass in one gulp, and then put it heavily on the bar, Lin Cheng looked at the woman next to him, and then looked at the small wine glass full of vodka in front of him, and slowly swallowed his saliva.

Just kidding, the amount of alcohol that I have been poured by my second uncle with the red star two pot head since I was a child, and I can't control your hairy gadgets?

So, he picked up the wine glass, closed his eyes, his heart was horizontal, and he drank it all, and suddenly his throat felt like he had swallowed magma.

And when Lin Cheng woke up again, it was already morning.

The sun is just right outside, the ceiling is unrecognizable, there is a round makeup mirror directly opposite, there is a complete set of women's cosmetics on the table, and the wardrobe next to the wall is a variety of women's clothes...... Not your own room.

Headaches from a hangover, a puddle of foul-smelling vomit on the floor, clothes scattered on the floor, and a few used condoms in the paper basket.

Except for himself lying naked on a large bed, next to him was a naked fox, wrapped in a thin quilt and sleeping soundly.

Well? What's going on? What happened?

Drinking, sometimes not only will make mistakes, but also make men lose their bodies.

As if sensing Lin Cheng's movement, the fox on the bed slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was a little blurry at first, and then instantly became cold, and then he relaxed again and closed it again, not paying any attention to the naked man who appeared on the bed next to him.

Lin Cheng bet that although he came and went quickly, he had just clearly felt a killing intent.

It wasn't until the fox confirmed that the person next to her was Lin Cheng that she closed her eyes again, and soon fell asleep again, leaving Lin Cheng alone in the morning light.

"Alas...... I'm obviously here to ask you for information, why do I want to ask for it, but I want to go to bed instead? ”

Lin Cheng looked at the woman on the bed a little helplessly and shook his head gently.

Only at this time will the layer of frost on her face disappear, replaced by the unique coquettishness of a woman.

He changed his clothes and spent half an hour cleaning up the garbage from the floor of the entire room, including the hangover vomit, opening the window for ventilation, and then taking a shower in the bathroom in the fox's room.

When he walked out of the bathroom soaking wet, he saw that the fox had sat up.

"That, last night's ......"

As soon as Lin Chengfu spoke, he immediately felt the knife-like gaze thrown by the fox.

The fox also regretted it a little in her heart, she could see that Lin Cheng was the first time, and she herself was the first time, although she felt good about him, but this did not mean that she would be so irrational and dedicated, she was a professional killer, and she also had professional dignity and integrity.

It's just that what happened yesterday was indeed a bit ridiculous, it happened to coincide with the death day of his parents, and he was in a bad mood and drank a little more, but in the end, he took the man in front of him to his bed under the influence of alcohol.

How much emotion is driven in it, then no one knows.

"Nothing happened last night, and now, get out of my room."

"Okay, let's go—by the way, can you help me find out what's going on in the New York underground?"

Hearing the fox's words, Lin Cheng turned his head and left, but he didn't walk a few steps, and before he reached the door, he remembered his original goal, so he turned back.

But what answered him was a soft pillow that smashed on his head.

Lin Cheng slipped out of the fox's room as if he had escaped.

Out of the door, at the staircase, Lin Cheng saw two people, the insecticide who was responsible for teaching him blasting skills, and the melee combat instructor repairman.

"You two played quite a lot last night, you can hear it through the floor."

"Humph!"

The insecticide waved his hand in a friendly manner, but the repairman snorted coldly on his face, and then turned and went downstairs.

"Ignore him, he has always wanted to chase the fox, but he didn't expect to be preempted by you, of course he won't give you a good face."

After a pause, the insecticide continued.

"By the way, Sloane is back, and he wants you to go to his office to find him."

"Oh, Sloane is back?"

Lin Cheng was a little surprised, because Sloane's old black head hadn't shown up for a long time.

The low-level killer of the Assassin League is being hunted down by the cross, and more than a dozen people have died in just one week, if Sloan's old guy doesn't show up again, Lin Cheng will even have to suspect that Sloan was killed by the cross, and then thrown into some wilderness, and he can't come back.