The streets of New Orleans are still lit up at night.

It seems that the news of the Boston murderer has also disappeared with the disappearance of three blocks.

The Fengyue women, who twisted their seductive waists, walked casually on the street, waiting for their guests to come to the door.

Before the "perception barrier" from the god of the abyss was removed, no one cared about the deceased, even their families, and they could only instinctively feel that there seemed to be someone missing from the family.

Zhang Huaisheng held a one-dollar bill with Washington's face on it and stood silently by the cart selling "hamburger patties."

"When can I be cheeky and have another meal of Gan cuisine at the embassy?"

"Pei Yuanqiao, this old man has prostituted so much saliva on me for nothing, it's not too much to have a meal, right?"

Zhang Huaisheng sighed.

Although it is still a little embarrassing to recall the scene of wiping Pei Yuanqiao's neck at the beginning, but the face cannot be eaten as a meal.

He struggled to turn his mind away from his memories to the steaming hamburger patty on the frying pan.

At this time, hamburger patties are generally not eaten as sandwiches in bread.

In addition to the minced beef scraps, it is also mixed with onion rings and breadcrumbs, and overall, the taste is passable, and it is better than a burrito.

He directly asked for ten copies.

Eat five portions for yourself, and save the other five for McCarney and Killian.

Lifting the burrito, Zhang Huaisheng couldn't help but look at the stall next to him.

The woman who had been pushing a cart and selling burritos yesterday was now sitting on a chair beside her, fidgeting and looking around.

Zhang Huaisheng stepped closer: "Madam, you seem to need help?" ”

"I... I don't know. ”

As soon as the woman spoke, she cried heavily: "Sir, I feel as if I have lost something, but I can't remember what it is." ”

The diners on the side looked at the woman with some pity: "She must be crazy." ”

"Maybe it's because I'm homeless and I'm being exposed to the red moon every month..."

Zhang Huaisheng was stunned, he remembered that when he was buying burritos last night, the woman had proudly told him: "Sir, my daughter works as a maid in a rich family, and it is a high-paying job of $20 a week, thanks to her good looks." ”

"Ma'am, do you have a daughter..."

He asked tentatively.

"Daughter?"

The woman's face became a little confused, followed by a little excited, her rough fingers stained with grease and burn scars, clenched Zhang Huaisheng's arm like a life-saving straw.

"Yes, that's right, yes, I must have a daughter..."

"But what's her name?"

"The god of steam is above, how can I forget even my daughter, what is her name, what she looks like, and where is she?"

Her somewhat hysterical expression made people immediately turn away from her, and they stared at Zhang Huaisheng with sympathetic eyes.

Look, this poor Donghua has been entangled by a madman, who knows if this is a neurotic that has become too much red moon? Maybe I'll press you into the oil pan in a blink of an eye.

Some of them are full of malice.

Others are sympathetic.

After all, this Italian woman's burritos, and the trivial things in her family, have been with them for a long time.

Zhang Huaisheng didn't break away from his hand, he raised his hand a little sadly and pressed it on the back of the woman's hand: "Madam, please calm down, no matter what, life has to go on, doesn't it?" ”

The woman glanced up at Zhang Huaisheng with tears in her eyes: "But, what else can I look forward to in such a life?" ”

Zhang Huaisheng didn't speak, he looked at the woman silently for a long time before he said, "I'm sorry, madam, I can't help you." ”

The lady sighed, her mood seemed to have stabilized, let go of Zhang Huaisheng's hand, and tried to smile: "It's me who should say sorry, thank you for being willing to listen to me say those crazy things, I feel much better now." ”

"I think you should close your stall early tonight and go back to rest."

As he spoke, Zhang Huaisheng took out his wallet, first took out a Franklin, and then realized that this might cause trouble for the woman, and put it back and exchanged it for a wad of small dollar bills.

"My companions and I love your delicious burritos, so I decided to wrap up the rest of your ingredients and take them with us."

"This..."

The woman showed a grateful expression: "Thank you, thank you, generous sir, may the god of steam bless you, I will finish it as soon as possible." ”

Zhang Huaisheng nodded to her and said, "I'm waiting for you next to you, please feel free to find me if you need anything." ”

"No, no, you've helped me enough."

"Well... All right. ”

Zhang Huaisheng returned to the meatloaf stall, and people looked at him a little differently, in the United States, there are not many people like him who are generous and kind-hearted, although he is a Donghua Chinese.

Zhang Huaisheng didn't care about the eyes of these people, but he cared about the feelings of a mother who had lost her daughter and was immersed in grief, but didn't even know what her daughter's name was.

Zhang Huaisheng's meatloaf was ready quickly, and since he had these extra burritos, he let go of his belly, took three or two bites of a meatloaf, and quickly solved it.

He then walked towards Iris Street with a dozen burritos wrapped in newspaper.

Walk on the road.

Zhang Huaisheng thought about it again and again, and felt that the possibility of Mr. McCartney being corrupted was actually very small, and even if Levi had a problem, it would be difficult to contact McCartney.

This street of irises hides a dangerous secret, and this secret also guards the street, making it difficult to infringe.

But for the sake of insurance, we still have to be tempted and tentative, and we can't talk directly and honestly.

Push open the door.

McCarney smiled and said, "Zhang, you're back." How's things going? ”

"What are you referring to?"

Zhang Huaisheng asked, "Mr. Levi's commission?" ”

"Levi?"

McCarney was stunned and said, "Who is that?" ”

His expression doesn't seem to be fake, but Zhang Huaisheng will not rule him out of suspicion just by this point, and it is okay for the transcendent to disguise himself as another person, just like his dictatorship, he can change his appearance slightly, which is why he dares to appear under the nose of MI6.

Not to mention just pretending to be a puzzled expression.

"Mr. Levi, the well-known textile mill owner, was introduced to me by Thompson, who lived on Park Avenue and was an important patron of the Order."

"Are you sure there is such a person, and I don't know?"

McCartney's expression was full of trouble: "Could it be that Thompson didn't report this important matter to me?" ”

Zhang Huaisheng smiled: "Maybe I'm mistaken, things went quite smoothly, and Thompson promised to provide me with sufficient manpower." ”

McCarney was quick to skip the topic: "I don't think so. Boston was hit by the financial crisis, there were still a lot of unemployed, and even if some production capacity was restored due to the war, the damn factory owners would never give their workers half a penny of their wages. ”

McCarney said with some indignation, "Especially since they are Celtic workers. ”

"Where's Killian?"

"I slept upstairs, today he overdrew his spiritual practice, and as a result, he fell asleep, and it is estimated that he will wake up tomorrow morning."

"That's a shame, I bought the burrito, and it tastes pretty good."

Zhang Huaisheng put the newspaper-wrapped burrito on the table: "In order not to waste food, I can only solve it for him." ”