Of course, Wang Wuyin didn't know that he was in the United States. He was just sure that he had returned to the earth, and the man in front of him was a Chinese...

The Winchester M7o rifle is the most classic rifle in the United States. When he saw the man in front of him looking at him with a rifle on his face, he asked this question.

"Of course this is the United States, it is Los Angeles of the United States. Don't you know..." Lao Huang replied.

"Los Angeles..." Wang Wuyin was about to speak, but his heart rolled in his heart. With a wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

At the last moment, the space shuttle was unavoidable and had become disintegrated into elementary particles by the terrifying energy flow in the space. At that critical moment, Wang Wuyin and the space shuttle separated, "forced to harden the way", ejected from the teleportation state to the material world, and were seriously injured.

At this moment, in addition to the damage suffered by the internal organs of Wang Wuyin, there was also a trace of subtle energy that cut into his body from the space and ran around in the meridians in his body, cutting the true qi in his body into pieces.

"Ah, you are injured, are you okay?" Old Huang said, looking at Wang Wuyin, then looking at the hole in his house, and then remembering something more important, "How did you fall down? Did you take a plane?"

"Well, it's... it fell from the plane..."

Wang Wuyin said, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up staggeringly. With this simple action, Wang Wuyin's face turned completely pale, his brows frowned, and the split pain coming from his body, as well as the exhausted feeling of weakness in his brain that almost made Wang Wuyin's feet soft and he knelt down again.

Until now, Wang Wuyin didn't know what happened when he was teleporting in the space just now. He only knew what kind of danger he had experienced.

Originally, he thought there would be no danger along the way, but he didn't know that when he was about to approach the earth, what appeared in front of him was a dead end. The whole space was like experiencing a catastrophe. If he hadn't actively operated the space shuttle and kept changing trajectory and jumping in the space, he would have been decomposed into elementary particles countless times and would have never survived.

The ability to control time given to him by the Wanjie Pearl once again led him to escape from death. Although it was only ten seconds, these countless ten seconds were connected to create a miracle.

Could it be that this time the return to Earth was the trap set by Mr. Clown and Lan Zichen for themselves?

At this time, Wang Wuyin could only think so.

Mr. Clown and Lan Zichen guaranteed in advance that there would be a high success rate, but this process made him die for a lifetime. Mr. Clown and Lan Zichen did not know that they had the ability to predict, so if this killing game was targeted at him, it would be reasonable.

As for the motivation, it is very simple. Mr. Harlequin wants to tear up the agreement he reached with him before. If he dies, then there will be a lot of room for operation whether the subsequent agreement can be fulfilled or how it should be fulfilled in the end.

The only thing Wang Wuyin was that from beginning to end, he had never felt the murderous intention of himself from Mr. Clown and Lan Zichen. Even during teleportation, he did not feel the murderous intention of himself from the staff of that base, so he entered the space shuttle so confidently.

If Mr. Clown and Lan Zichen wanted their own lives, it would be impossible for him to have no trace of thought from beginning to end.

This is the most contradictory point.

Wang Wuyin, who was standing up shakingly, immediately wanted to contact Mr. Clown with Lan Zichen and asked what was going on, but found that the communication function of the chip in his body seemed to have failed at this moment. Not only Mr. Clown, but even the elders of the Wanjie Immortal Sect could no longer contact him.

When he felt anxious, Wang Wuyin felt a sweet throat and vomited blood. Seeing a gray sofa next to him, Wang Wuyin lay on the sofa, gasping for a long time, resting his strength.

Looking at Wang Wuyin, who was pale and constantly vomiting blood, Lao Huang was so scared that he took a step back, worried that Wang Wuyin would die here, and was afraid that he would not get compensation, but he still did not let go of the rifle he was holding in his hand.

After many years of traveling outside, Lao Huang has seen many people who "fellow fellow villagers and shoot a shot from behind", especially Chinese. Overseas, Chinese often cheat the Chinese the most. So even if Wang Wuyin looks like a Chinese, he is still considered a "fellow fellow villagers", he still dare not take it lightly. Moreover, Wang Wuyin's origin is a mystery. If an ordinary person is, there would be no one who fell off the plane.

"This... do you need to... call the police, or call an ambulance to go to the hospital?" Old Huang asked carefully and tentatively. Whether calling the police or going to the hospital, the identity information of this person will be left behind...

At this moment, in Los Angeles, police cars dare not go out at night, but those modified ambulances installed with bulletproof glass can still be called. This is because no one will attack the ambulance, and the money for calling an ambulance to the hospital is comparable to drug trafficking, which can make people take risks.

"No, just let me take a break. By the way, do you... have a phone number here?" Wang Wuyin looked at Lao Huang, "I want to... make a phone number!"

He didn't dare to call the police, didn't go to the hospital, and wanted to call again. Lao Huang felt nervous. This person wouldn't be asking his accomplice to come. He was leaving, who would he ask for compensation? If this person was a dangerous person, he called his accomplice, and he might be silenced...

What should I do?

"Which company are you on?... Also, do you have any insurance? The roof of my house was smashed by you just now. There is no way to live in the upper floor. If it rains in two days, the floor below will be damaged. I have goods piled up below and run a supermarket. It is very difficult to do. The supermarket business is impossible, and I can't live in the upper floor. If the roof needs to be repaired, it will cost a lot of money... "

Lao Huang did not answer Wang Wuyin's phone call, but was concerned about whether the losses he suffered could be compensated. He talked in a nagging manner, calculating the accounts for Wang Wuyin.

"And you also know that it's so messy outside now. Los Angeles is dead every day. It's not easy to find a safe community and hotel in Los Angeles. It costs a lot of money. The business of the supermarket downstairs is still affected. All of these have to be explained clearly. Although we are all Chinese and fellow villagers, we still have to explain clearly how to compensate for this loss. Are you right?

Wang Wuyin looked at Lao Huang and looked at the big hole on the roof. Finally, he knew what this middle-aged man with a fat body and a bulging head was worried about. Indeed, as an ordinary person who made a living abroad, there was nothing wrong with caring about these things.

Wang Wuyin smiled bitterly, "Give me the phone number, I will make a call, and I will double the compensation for all your losses..."

"Really?" Old Huang's brows moved.

"How much does it cost to buy this house and open this supermarket?"

"More than 600,000 US dollars..."

"I'll give you $1 million, which is considered to be all compensation for you. Can you give me the phone number..."

Lao Huang's heart was beating wildly, but he felt something was wrong in a blink of an eye and began to doubt it because Wang Wuyin agreed too readily. He gave it to him at the same time as he said it. No matter how he looked at it, he was like a liar who was talking nonsense. He might have bad intentions and just wanted to relax his vigilance...

Lao Huang's eyes rolled around, "Do you have a credit card on your side? I can swipe the card here. You can transfer the loss to me first. How much meaning is, I can only believe that you won't run away..."

"I don't have a credit card with me..." Wang Wuyin was amused and crying, "If you want money, you have to ask me to contact the outside world first, whether it's phone or Internet access. Also, can you lower your gun first and don't look at me, so as not to get out of the fire..." Wang Wuyin said, trying to stand up from the sofa.
Chapter completed!