While Frank's younger brothers are in an uproar over the death of their boss, Charlotte has returned to his tiny apartment in Queens.

Tonight, New York has died an underworld emperor and a big drug lord, and the entire Big Apple is destined to be in the wind and set off a bloody storm.

But what does this have to do with the Chinese actor who lives in Queens and was 20 kilometers away at the time of the incident?

Back at the rental house, Xia Le put down his backpack and walked into the cramped toilet.

He took off his clothes, pants, and shoes, tore them into small pieces, and burned them all to avoid a lot of smoke, and flushed the charred dust and debris into the drain.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Le packed some clothes and stuffed them into the back of his backpack, and then took out the mobile phone that he had just kept in the apartment and stuffed it into his pocket.

This time, he changed into a white shirt, wore light beige sweatpants, combed his hair to look like an adult, put a bottle of chili water in his pocket, and stepped on the only remaining pair of sneakers.

Using a subway card to take the somewhat old subway in New York City, and walking for about ten minutes, Xia Le came to the producer's door.

He first went up and knocked on the door, but received no response.

A few minutes later, Charle knocked on the door again, making sure that no one was inside, so she called Jenny.

Jenny picked up the phone and listened to Xia Le open his mouth.

"Jenny, are you sure you're giving me the right address? There was no one inside. ”

Jenny was also waiting for Charlotte's call, hoping to find out if he had succeeded tonight.

Hearing him say this, Jenny had a look of disappointment on his face.

"The address should be correct, no one could be that he is not at home. You also know that he is a producer of a movie with an investment of 40 million dollars, and it is normal to socialize a lot. ”

Xia Le was silent for a moment, and said to Jenny in a somewhat depressed tone.

"Jenny, do you think I'm not talented and unlucky? Maybe I made a mistake by choosing to be an actor and should go back to New Jersey and get a normal job. ”

As an acquaintance who has been together for almost two years, Jenny actually thinks the same way, but still comforts Xia Le.

"Don't be discouraged, Xia, most celebrities were just inconspicuous little people before they rose! You've been fighting for two years, it's better to fight for another year, maybe you'll be lucky this year! Aren't you planning to follow the path of this producer? ”

Xia Le smiled bitterly.

"Lend you good words. But I'm afraid it won't work today, so I'll try again the next time he comes to the set. ”

"That's right, that's it, man! Don't give up! ”

Jenny encouraged Xia Le a few more words and hung up the phone.

He looked at his phone and shook his head slightly.

"The contract I signed with Xia is about to expire, and if it still doesn't work this time, I can only give up on him. Don't blame me, Natsu. In Hollywood, there are far fewer roles for Chinese actors than for white and African actors. ”

……

Xia Le hung up the agent's phone and left the scene in a hurry, and the whole process was within the range of the surrounding cameras.

Under the hood, his expression was depressed, but his mind was always active.

"Now the loophole of asking Jenny for the producer's address has also been filled, and the only trouble is those gang members under Frank."

Although the transformation time within 24 hours has disappeared, Xia Le still has more than two thousand light energy in his hand, and he is not without hole cards.

He twisted his shoulders, moved his body, and muttered to himself.

"This body is still a little lacking in exercise, far inferior to my previous body, but it's okay. In that case, I'll do it myself. I don't want them to see the sun tomorrow. ”

Riding the old subway again, Xia Le grabbed a few handfuls of dust on the wall and walked into the toilet.

In the toilet cubicle, he covered his face and hands with wall ash and water, and changed into a dark gray hoodie and navy blue pants.

Then, Xia Le stuck the pistol with the safety closed behind his back, adjusted the strap of the backpack, blocked the outline of the pistol with the backpack, and went straight to Hell's Kitchen.

The producer told him that the gangsters who had sunk him lived here.

……

Hell's Kitchen, arguably the most dangerous neighborhood in New York.

Gangs are rampant, most of the government's cameras have been vandalized, and the dark corners are full of illegal drugs or skin-to-skin trafficking.

Gang members gathered in twos and threes, leaning against or squatting together to chat and laugh.

Even Hell's Kitchen natives don't just go out after dark.

Wearing a hoodie, with her head down, and carrying a bag, Charlotte simply blends into the Hell's Kitchen environment.

At a glance, you can tell that you are here to make some shady deals.

According to the producer, Charlotte turned left and right and came to an old apartment building that was at least forty years old.

These people's little stronghold is here.

Xia Le took out the pistol from behind his waist, opened the safe, held the gun in both hands, and walked carefully upstairs step by step.

But he had just walked up the stairs on the third floor when a katana with a long handle suddenly came up in front of him.

This katana still had a little red blood on it, and it was pointed diagonally at Xia Le's throat, only less than ten centimeters away.

Xia Le looked up, and it was a slightly short figure holding the katana.

In the dim light, Xia Le could barely see that it was a little girl with a purple bob head, wearing a Zorro-style black eye patch, wearing a purple tights, and a height of about one meter four.

"Who are you?"

Hearing her words, Xia Le said subconsciously.

"When you ask someone for their name, you should report it first."

The little girl, who had never heard such a statement, was immediately happy and introduced herself.

"Ha, you're right. I'm a superkiller. ”

"Super killer?"

It's obviously not a serious name, it's more like a nickname and a title.

But this title coupled with the girl in front of her, Xia Le, who often watches movies, immediately knew who the person in front of her was.

"But Super Killer Girl and Kim don't seem to be in the same world, do they? Wait, Frank? Could it be that the Frank I killed was the Frank who killed the female enemy? ”

Xia Le's hand holding the gun hung down, and his expression became strange for a while.

And the super killer girl looked at Xia Le who seemed to be stunned in place, and grinned with a smile.

"You have to have a name when you come out, right?"

Xia Le thought for a moment and said to the super killer girl.

"Light. I am the light. ”

"Light?"

Hearing this name, the super silly girl shrugged her shoulders.

"It's barely okay."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the headset on the super killer girl's ear.

"Super killer girl, how's it going?"

The Super Killer said into the headset.

"It's okay, Big Daddy. Meet a newcomer who has just debuted. ”

The big daddy paused and said to the super killer girl.

"Newcomer? Bring him here. ”