Late at night, it was a little chilly in New York in late autumn.

The entrance to the Washington-Shington Hotel is brightly lit and there are few pedestrians on the street.

Jiang Yang came out of the lobby, the cold wind poured into his neck and cuffs, and he couldn't help but feel a little chilly.

Tidy up his clothes slightly, and walk towards the street behind.

I have to say that the gap between day and night in this country is too big, to be exact, two completely different worlds.

New York is bustling and heavenly during the day.

In the middle of the night, it's silent, lifeless, and even terrifying.

There is a drunk man lying on the side of the road, the wine bottle in his hand is shaking, and he raises his middle finger towards Jiang Yang from time to time, and he says some "foul language" that he doesn't understand very well.

The roar of police cars, the shouting of groups of thugs, and the trembling homeless people lying on public benches, wrapped in their clothes.

Curfew.

Minors must return home before 9 p.m., and those with "special occupations" are not allowed to appear on the streets before 11 p.m., otherwise they will be questioned and interjudged by the patrolling police.

Because just now, there were three shootings in a row on this street.

This country has always been like this, and it is the after-effects of "democracy-sovereignty" and "freedom".

Jiang Yang ignored the drunkard's clamor and quickened his pace and walked towards the back.

"Good luck, sir."

On the bench, a homeless man with a cloak whispered a greeting, his face dirty, but with a bright smile.

Jiang Yang stopped, thought for a while, took out his wallet from his pocket, and handed over a banknote.

The homeless man happily took the banknote in his hand, kissed it hard, and then looked at Jiang Yang: "Sir, you are the kindest person in the world, and you will be the richest person in the world." I bless you and wish you success in whatever you do, and you will have good luck and achieve your goals! ”

"Thank you."

Jiang Yang smiled slightly and put away his wallet.

"With your good words, I will definitely succeed this time."

Muttering to himself, not loud, I don't know if it was said to the homeless man or to himself.

Not far away, a figure walked quickly.

"Something happened on this street, we have to go back as soon as possible."

Duan Yusheng said.

Jiang Yang nodded, followed this Yusheng into a taxi, and drove away quickly.

The homeless man took the money contentedly and ran happily towards a convenience store.

Beer, bread, chewing gum.

And, of course, his favorite "Red Pill Warrior".

This is something that is very popular in country M, and it is also something that has a deep influence on them, commonly known as: big hemp.

For this thing, they can not eat, drink, or sleep.

In their view, spiritual needs are above all else.

Just as the homeless man was fantasizing, a rough voice sounded behind him.

"Hey!"

"Boy!"

"It's not safe in the middle of the night, I think you can leave this money to me for safekeeping."

The homeless man turned back in horror to find four or five ill-intentioned men staring at him.

The money was handed over.

If he does not give it, he will be beaten.

Here, no one cares whether a homeless person lives or dies, even if you dial the police call badly.

This is New York in 1999, known as the City of Fantasy.

The taxi stopped in front of the Alice Hotel.

Pushing the door in, it is as if entering an extremely warm world, in stark contrast to the coldness and cruelty outside.

Lights, candle flames.

The men drank, talked, and chatted.

The women laughed and danced in the light.

Jiang Yang lifted his suit, gently took out a black guy from his back and handed it to Duan Yusheng.

Duan Yusheng tacitly accepted it in his hand, and then walked upstairs quickly.

It's a pistol.

This thing is sold everywhere in country M, and it is very cheap, such as the high-spec firearm in their hand, the price is not much different from that of a mobile phone.

The gun is used for self-defense, and since it has returned safely, it is naturally useless.

The movements of the two people were so small that no one noticed here.

Jiang Yang looked at the room full of Chinese and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled, a real laugh.

Only at this moment can he gradually relax and take off the disguise of the whole day.

In a foreign country, it is a happy thing to be with your own compatriots.

Drinking, singing, dancing.

The night is when Jiang Yang relaxes, and it is also the time when the other three people are busy.

Chen Lan had to be busy translating different manuscripts, and Duan Yusheng had to make arrangements in advance to arrange Jiang Yang's travel plan for tomorrow.

Everything the two of them did would eventually be handed over to Yu Xin, a gold medal lawyer, and he would look at it again.

in the room.

A desk lamp is dim, and a slender figure sits at the desk, writing the manuscript seriously.

Jiang Yang was half-lying on the bed, holding his head with his right hand, looking at his back in a daze.

"It's not early, why don't you go to bed first?"

He asked tentatively.

Chen Lan didn't reply and said: "There are still a few documents that have not been translated, I still have to finish them today, there are a lot of key words in it, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for you to use it tomorrow." ”

Speaking of this, he smiled: "Why don't you sleep first." ”

Jiang Yang said: "It's not interesting to sleep alone. ”

Chen Lan smiled: "Then how did you sleep before?" ”

Jiang Yang's face was full of seriousness, and he said a little cheaply: "Thinking about you falling asleep." ”

Chen Lan covered her shoulders and couldn't help but shudder: "You are so numb." ”

Jiang Yang stared at her: "Do you like it?" ”

Just as the two were flirting, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Yang quickly sat up from the bed, then opened the drawer, took out a silver-white pistol from it, and hid it on his waist.

Chen Lan was shocked, Jiang Yang covered her mouth with his hand, and motioned to her with his eyes not to make a sound.

The woman nodded obediently and bent down to hide under the cupboard.

Jiang Yang approached the door, first glanced at the cat's eye, and then opened the door.

A meticulously dressed man with combed hair stood in the doorway.

It's Yu Xin.

"Lawyer Yu, is there something wrong?"

Jiang Yang asked with a smile.

Yu Xin took a document and handed it over: "Sign." ”

Jiang Yang nodded, took out a pen from his pocket, and directly flipped to the tail to sign his name.

Yu Xin frowned: "Don't you take a look?" ”

Jiang Yang smiled: "I believe in Lawyer Yu. ”

Yu Xin looked at the man in front of him, didn't say anything, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his signing, and left directly.

He's a smart guy.

Jiang Yang said that he believed in himself, and when he listened carefully, he had two meanings.

Dissected, the man is telling himself that we are now grasshoppers on a rope.

It's despicable.

Yu Xin never expected to do such a thing, and got on such a thief ship in a daze.

He swore in his heart that this was the first and definitely the last time.

Although with his current identity, serving capital is a common thing, but Yu Xin has his bottom line.

It is absolutely not okay to help a liar to deceive people.

Yu Xin silently returned to the room and closed her door.

Jiang Yang looked at this back thoughtfully, then closed the door and put the gun back in the drawer again.

"Walking on the Stars"

Chen Lan was shocked, her heart was beating fast.

She'd been sitting at this table all day, unaware that there was a pistol in a drawer.

Looking up at this man, he only gave an explanation lightly: self-defense.