Wiggins hesitated.

You must know that one hundred dollars is not a small amount.

He can't afford to lose. It hurts.

Zhang Yong then smiled, pushed him away, and strode in on his own.

Come on, what a big-tailed wolf.

You have to think about it for so long even for one hundred dollars! There is no future!

Enter the Consulate General.

Sure enough, it's still a familiar recipe and a familiar taste.

There is no difference from last time.

The only difference is that this time it's a little dark.

In the corner next to it, there are several white dots, all with weapons. They should be security guards.

"Wiggins!"

Zhang Yong didn't look back and shouted towards the back.

Wiggins said nothing and walked up angrily.

"Are the security guards of your Consulate General affiliated with the Marine Corps?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Purely curious."

"It's none of your business."

"Then can Fu Bole control you?"

"What Fobole?"

"FBI."

"none of your business?"

"What if the Japanese attack your Pearl Harbor one day?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Yong laughed dryly.

Yes, it is indeed nonsense.

At this moment, even if you grab Wiggins's ear and repeat it, it will be useless.

Everyone will think that this is pure nonsense.

Attack on Pearl Harbor? So far away?

Just kidding……

Who can do it?

Japanese?

Ha ha!

From Pearl Harbor to the Japanese mainland, it is a full 6,000 kilometers!

Across six thousand kilometers, a sneak attack?

Are you making trouble...

It’s only over 3,000 kilometers from Pearl Harbor to the mainland of our beautiful country!

"Speak directly if you have something to say."

"Where is your Consul General?"

"It's impossible for him to see you."

"real?"

"certainly!"

"Okay. Then I'll tell you. You can decide what to do."

"explain."

"The bodies of nine foreigners were found at Wusongkou Pier. They were shot. Very brutal shootings. The deceased were all shot in the back of the head. Preliminary judgment is that it may be related to the Japanese. The deceased may be you Americans..."

"Where is the scene?"

"I'm sorry. You can't go for the time being."

"Why?"

"Because we are still not sure who the deceased is. It may be you Americans, or it may be someone from other countries..."

"I'll know after I take a look."

"The deceased had no clothes and no identification. How do you judge?"

"I know how to look at race..."

“What if it’s an immigrant?”

"No……"

Wiggins paused and stopped talking.

I want to refute Zhang Yong, but I cannot rule out this possibility.

At this moment, in this beautiful country, a large number of immigrants have arrived. People of all kinds and races are really indistinguishable.

"See for yourself."

Zhang Yong took out three photos and shook them casually.

Wiggins took it angrily.

After just one glance, he immediately frowned and then became angry.

These three photos show how the deceased was shot in the back of the head. They are very detailed.

Of course Wiggins was angry.

This is a complete massacre!

Shot in the back.

It shows that the deceased was completely defenseless.

"I want to go to the scene."

"I can't go now."

"Why?"

"I said. I still need to inform other people..."

The voice gradually became lower.

But someone hurried over and winked at Wiggins.

Wiggins then walked aside and whispered to the other party. Zhang Yong deliberately turned his face away and took a few steps away.

Face to face with a guard in the dark. Eye to eye.

He stared at Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong also stared at him. They were competing.

Zhang Yong grinned.

The guard grinned.

Zhang Yong winked.

The guard followed with a wink.

The main principle is courtesy and equal treatment.

Zhang Yong really wanted to do a backflip and then kick the door open. Unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

I don't have that ability...

He is not Yan Shuangying...

【Your adventure experience increases】

[Your power +1]

Suddenly, the message flashed.

Zhang Yong:……
To be continued...