Five o'clock in the morning.

Mike flew the plane, Zhang Jing snoozed in the passenger compartment, and departed from Los Angeles International Airport.

Fly 1,900 kilometers northeast and land at a private airport 150 kilometers from Kansas City.

Fill up your tank and continue northeast for about 700 kilometers to Chicago.

Landing at O'Hare International Airport, located in the suburbs, Barbie has rented a bulletproof car in advance by phone.

The other party will take the car to the airport.

Picking up the car and heading to the target hospital, gunshots can occasionally be heard as you pass through some of the outskirts of the Mexican and African American communities.

At this time, bulletproof cars are extremely important, and you never know where a stray bullet will fly.

Thinking of Hu Lei.

Zhang Jing really regretted it, he didn't know that a word on the plane at that time would kill the other party.

Mike drove about an hour to the place, and Zhang Jing rushed to the morgue of the Church Hospital in the Andersonville neighborhood.

Wang Sisi, Li Maitian, and four other D-descendants who met on the plane at the time.

In addition to the six, seven or eight other Asians are also here, two of whom Zhang Jing knows.

One was seen in the Grand Canyon, David's grandfather wore electricity.

Another handyman who used to work on the farm was, if nothing else, David's grandmother.

"Uncle Hu, Aunt Li," the short-haired woman who met on the plane, Tao Qian pointed at Zhang Jingdao, "He killed Hu Lei!" ”

At the door of the morgue, Zhang Jing looked at the middle-aged couple surnamed Hu and Li.

The man is about 1.7 meters tall, slightly fat, with a somewhat messy beard, a sallow face, and a not very good mental state.

At the same time, Hu Xing and his wife were also watching Zhang Jing.

"I'm sorry," looking into the eyes of the middle-aged man surnamed Hu, Zhang Jing apologized from the bottom of his heart, "I didn't know it would be this result." ”

Looking at Zhang Jing's eyes, for a second or two, Hu Lei's mother, a middle-aged woman surnamed Li, began to wipe her tears.

The middle-aged man surnamed Hu was not in a good mood, he looked very sad, but he said, "It's okay, really, Hu Lei was mentally prepared before studying abroad;

He admired the three guarantees and the ancestors who carried the coffin to the South Seas;

Respect the female ancestors who combed themselves in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, bravely started a business and bravely went to sea, and admired those predecessors who stood on the gate of heaven for many years in foreign countries. ”

Looking at Zhang Jing's eyes, the middle-aged man surnamed Hu paused for a second and continued, "But he also knows that only a few will succeed;

My son, I love his strong spirit will never die, the spirit of Dongguang people to break into the world will not be extinguished, and the life in Zone D will never end. ”

Looking at Hu Lei's father's eyes and listening to what he said, Zhang Jing's heart was mixed.

This further shows that not all the bad people who leave Area D, not all the people who study abroad are white-eyed wolves, most of the people who go to the // line are just poor people chasing their dreams, and those who are in Cao Ying's heart are in Han and even more grabbing a handful.

With complicated thoughts in his heart, Zhang Jing gently lowered his head in front of people for the first time.

In front of Liu Chuanxiong, Zhang Jing must be 'on top'.

In front of Hu Lei's father, Zhang Jing felt 'taught'.

The next step was the time to hand over the body, and the police and the hospital handed over the body to Hu Lei's parents

They are then sent to the place by car for cremation, and then the ashes are brought back to China.

Zhang Jing accompanied the whole process.

Before Hu Lei's parents boarded the chartered plane, Zhang Jing handed a metal cigarette case to Hu Lei's father.

"Brother Zhang," seeing the plane leave, Wang Sisi moved Zhang Jing's big hand, "Let's go back, Li Maitian and her little friends will go back to Los Angeles with us." ”

Zhang nodded to his head, and he drove the King of the Air at O'Hare International Airport, the same venue.

Before flying, you need to refuel and check for safety as usual.

At the same time, Hu Lei's father opened the metal cigarette case handed to him by Zhang Jing, which contained photos, a total of fifteen.

The content is one by one people of African descent who fell in a pool of blood.

Obviously, these members of the Gray Gang of African descent who died on the streets were the murderers who made stray bullets to kill Hu Lei.

Holding the photo of the murderer being killed, the middle-aged man surnamed Hu hugged his son's treasure bottle tightly in his arms and was silent for a long time.

Zhang Jing can probably guess the sadness of Hu Lei's parents.

This matter is really helpless, and I can only rely on time to slowly heal the wound.

On the way back, the 2,000-kilometre 'King of the Air' was refueled at a private jet airport 150 kilometres west of Kansas City.

There are few people in the area, and the private airport is very empty.

I thought everything was going well, but before the refueling was over, a Chevrolet black bulletproof SUV car drove from a distance and stopped ten meters away from the plane.

It's like a scene from a movie, where a bodyguard wearing sunglasses gets out of the driver's seat and opens the door for the back seat.

A woman, about forty years old, looked somewhat like a rookie lawyer.

The lips are somewhat thick, the eyes are somewhat protruding, white skin, brown hair, blue eyes, slightly fat, and average-looking.

Dressed in khaki trousers, brown leather shoes, and a brown women's suit.

The whole looks like a rich person, a powerful person, a relatively horizontal person, and a complex sense of not being afraid of heaven and earth.

"She's Hilavia's daughter," Mike reminded the boss next to her, "Holcy Victoria, nicknamed Little-Fear-Horror-Divider." ”

Zhang nodded and said that he knew that he had seen her news on the Internet, and at the same time thought of 'Da Lang', an ally whose new name is 'Sergei', who was hunted down by the whole world because of the mailgate incident.

The things behind this are a bit scary, and on the surface, Hilavia has a good image.

There are a lot of dirty things behind the scenes, and they also collude with real terror-terror-splitters to besiege the ambassador of the allied country living in the Seychelles and kill the ambassador's entire family.

Including the death of the chef of Oheima, some time ago.

There is also the chef of Hilavia earlier, who also died unexpectedly, and a large number of people who died related to her.

To outsiders, it feels especially dangerous to be a chef in an allied country.

Contact with Hilavia is particularly dangerous.

Allies are not stupid.

So she used her ballot to prevent Hilavia from being elected, and gave her daughter the nickname of Xiao-Fear-Horror-Divide.

"Hello Mr. Jack," Holsey Victoria smiled heartily, but in Zhang Jing's eyes, it was a little cold, "I'm Holsey Victoria. ”

"Hello Miss Holsey Victoria," Zhang Jing stretched out his hand to shake the woman while standing in front of the plane steps, "I have swiped on the tubing more than once to find something related to you. ”

"I've never swiped the tubing," Holsey Victoria said with a rich smile on her face, "full of fake content." ”

Zhang Jing smiled.

Holcy Victoria glanced up at the stranger on the plane, who was looking at her through the window, and invited Zhang Jing, "Can I talk to you for a while?" ”

"Of course." Zhang Jing readily agreed, and took the initiative to walk away from the plane.

The distance was about the same, and no one could hear it, and Holsie Victoria, dressed in a small brown suit, said, "You and Nigel. Can you lose the Ferekson game? ”

"No," Zhang Jing knew that there were benefits in the back, but he didn't want to hear it at all, "This matter is not negotiable." ”

Some people died, but not completely......