Oh...ohoh~~~

The morning light broke through the gaps in the eastern clouds, and the golden color pushed the dark edges, spreading the streets and alleys inch by inch.

The sound of sirens sounded in the city from afar. In the rental building behind Longji Tea Restaurant in Chinatown, it gradually became noisy. Women who were combing their hair and turning into heavy makeup bite rubber bands and jokingly make a fire to cook.

“I didn’t sleep well last night.”

"It's not last night. I don't know which bastard cried and howled in the middle of the night."

"... Could it be Uncle Long?"

"Can that old guy scream so stunning?"

"Will that...it's......"

In the voices of speech, the beautiful woman was quietly pointing to the third floor opposite. Li Lan cooked porridge and gave them a blank look. Then she understood and laughed out loud. The group of women suddenly burst into laughter.

On the third floor, the sun poured in from the window, and the three faces squeezed on the bed. Hearing the sound of playing outside, Harold, who was sleeping on the side, stumbled and rubbed towards the tall body beside him. Wang Ruhu opened his eyes, pushed his face away, sat up, and walked to wash while yawning.

The cold water poured on his face, rubbed some blood, looked at the rough face reflected in the mirror, remembered the latest incident, grinned, walked out of the bathroom, and the person he rescued had woken up at this time, lost too much blood, leaned against the wall at the head of the bed, looking at the figure who lowered his head and walked out of the door frame.

"You saved me last night?"

"It's all compatriots, don't be so polite. I can't do the broken bones behind you, so I can only help you take out the bullet." Wang Ruhu put the towel to the window, and bending his arms towards the sunshine shining in. A 'crack' bones sounded and his words also asked what he wanted to ask in his heart.

"Why are those people chasing you?"

The young man pursed his lips, but his eyes looked at the backpack placed in the corner, and was silent for a while: "You still don't know the best."

He moved for a moment, and his intact right arm was up with the worn head of the bed, shaking the bag and shouldering it. Perhaps he heard the sound of women playing outside, and the young man turned around and said to Wang Ruhu.

"......I was hunted by the Chicago police, and there is another group of people who must be looking for me. I can't stay here for a long time, as that will involve you and the people here."

In front of the window, Wang Ruhu frowned thick eyebrows.

"You're stealing?"

The young man nodded, subconsciously glanced at the shoulder bag from the corner of his eyes, and squeezed out a smile: "It can be said that, but what is in it..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped talking, looked at the man opposite him again, and put his bag down.

"I have a reluctant request..."

"I won't help." Wang Ruhu shook his head and refused, "You can do your own business."

The young man who put down his bag had no intention of getting the bag anymore. He leaned against the wall and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled out one to light it, as if he was relieving the pain in the scapula behind his back.

"............... there is a hard drive here, which is the research data of a professor named Harris Toddman. I have been undercover in the Chicago Police Department for two things, one of which is the data in this hard drive."

The young man exhaled a puff of cigarette and squeezed out his smile.

"A few nights ago, Professor Harris was assassinated. Fortunately, this information did not fall into the hands of the assassinators. However, the Chicago police want to hand over the case to the CIA, and the hard drive will also fall into their hands. At that time, I will have no chance... I have to take the risk of stealing the thing first."

"...... I got rid of the police, but I didn't expect that the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole were behind. The people who assassinated Professor Harris that night were also staring at this thing. As soon as I got rid of the Chicago police, they were ambushed by them. Haha... I had the scene last night."

There was no emotional fluctuation in Wang Ruhu's eyes. He looked directly at the young man talking and spoke softly.

"You said so much, aren't you afraid that I will reveal your affairs?"

"Look at people's eyes, your eyes tell me that you can't do such a thing."

The young man squeezed out his smile. Even if the man opposite him did nothing, he would feel an unspeakable sense of oppression just standing there. Such a person would definitely not do such a whistleblower.

Over there, Wang Ruhu looked at him silently, and the other party looked at each other calmly. After a moment, he walked over and took the bag in his hand, "What is your identity? Let me keep this?"

The young man looked at him picking up his bag, with a smile on his face, and got the other party's reply, and felt like he had removed his burden and seemed much more relaxed.

"I am the one who 'moves bricks' to my motherland. I have too big a goal to keep it on my body. As for this thing, you keep it first. When the matter is stable for a while, you will send it to a place for me. If someone specializes in it will send it back to China for research and preservation."

The sleeping figure on the bed whispered over, as if pressing his injuries, and moaned. The young man who was talking turned his head, stopped his words, looked at the big man opposite with inquisitive eyes.

"He is my friend." Wang Ruhu nodded and replied with affirmative answer.

The young man was stunned for a moment and then smiled.

"It's great that he can have friends like you."

After saying that, after finding paper and pen, writing down an address, he said goodbye and walked to the door. Wang Ruhu looked at the bag in his hand, and then looked at the young man who opened the door: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Scared! But I have to do this."

The door opened, the sun shone on the young man's face. He turned around and looked at the man inside, his smile becoming brighter in the light.

"That... can you make friends with you? My name is Li Ran."

Over there, Wang Ruhu laughed and raised the bag in his hand.

"You call me Wang Ruhu."

When he heard this name, the young man named Li Ran was stunned for a moment and still smiled, "As the name of people, if I don't die, I will ask you to have a drink with you next time."

After saying this, wearing the blood-stained clothes, hurried downstairs, avoiding the sight of the woman who had left with her, and entering the alley behind the building, the footsteps of "step..." gradually faded away.

Scream~~

Wang Ruhu closed the door, looked at the bag in his hand, pulled open the computer hard drive wrapped in a bag of evidence, which was only the size of a palm.

‘What is it that makes people spare no effort to save their lives.’

Immediately, he kicked it lightly and tapped Harold's calf, "Don't pretend to be asleep, get up quickly, and you still have to fight the black boxing."

"How do you know I'm pretending to be asleep?"

On the bed, Harold's arms were hanging on his chest, his butt was even black, wrapped in bandages, and he got up carefully from the wound.

"I am a wounded man. I'm going to let me go out before I even rested? What's the thing you are holding in your hand? Let me see." He stretched his neck and leaned closer, Wang Ruhu turned around and put the hard drive back into his bag, pushing his face away.

"Hurry up and wash out."

"Okay, okay, don't say it if you don't say it, what's the point of urging me? Why is my tone more and more like a Chinese person?"
Chapter completed!