The morning sun shone opens the edge of the night and shines into the window lattice. The wind blows into the room. When the curtains float, Wang Ruhu gets up early, punches in the living room, swings back and forth, learns boxing, and sways left and right.

The stove ding sounded, the lights in the microwave went out, and the door not far away opened. The black man Tori brought a large bag of breakfast milk and came back from outside. He looked at Wang Ruhu who was practicing boxing over there, put the food on the coffee table, walked to the microwave to take out the sandwich inside, and said excitedly:

"Master Wang, I know what's going on with the Mexican couple opposite."

The sandbag swayed back and forth, and the figure practicing boxing did not mean to stop, but it could be seen that he continued to wait for the other party's next article.

Tori took out the milk from the refrigerator and poured it on two cups, walked to the coffee table and sat down, took a sip. The other party's experience was like a topic of conversation after dinner, and he said with a smile.

"......The Mexican woman was designed to borrow a lot of money, almost 1,000%. She couldn't change it and was dragged to sell her body. She had been discovered by her husband yesterday and was dragged out from an alley. You know, it's very messy here and no police officer will take care of it, so there were last night and late at night."

Bang!

The sandbag shook, Wang Ruhu wiped his sweat and sat beside the black man, grabbed the food and stuffed it into his mouth, and Tori continued to talk.

"In the early morning, they wanted to move out of here quietly, but were targeted by the person guarding outside. The man was beaten and threw him back. The woman had no news until now. I guess she was well 'educated' in a dark room."

Black young people are used to these things. After all, such things happen every day here, and Wang Ruhu is not the savior, so it is impossible to find trouble to save an irrelevant woman.

He has other things to do.

He swallowed the food in his mouth, patted his palms, looked at Tori, who was still excited about the dark things in the O block, reached out and took off the hat on his head and put it on the table.

"I have been living here so comfortably these days and have learned a lot of English from you. Although the waiter at the fast food restaurant said that you have the accent of black people, I still have to thank you. I am going to leave and go to other cities to have a look."

"Are you leaving?" The black young man stopped and looked at Master Wang in surprise. In recent times, the battle has improved significantly, which made him very moved. After getting along, he was reluctant to leave.

Wang Ruhu nodded, smiled at him, and put the duckbill hat back on him: "Just these few days, I will leave when I think about where I go."

"Oh, my god. I'm starting to feel a little reluctant to leave. Please, I can't live for a while. I haven't made any obvious progress..."

"I'll take the time to teach you more in the past few days." Wang Ruhu hit the duckbill on his hat, got up and returned to the room, looked at the dirty and graffiti-filled street outside, took a travel bag, stuffed a few newly bought clothes inside, and looked at the last suit with silk thread on his shoulder, his movements paused, and he was a little dazed.

Sister Lan should be back home... and Harold, this guy should live freely in Morosia. I don’t know when he will go to China to inquire about my past.

And Uncle Long... and Li Ran...

When he came to the United States, he met many people and experienced many things. He smiled with emotion, folded his suit and put it in the innermost part of the duffel bag.

Put the bag in the corner of the wall, sit by the bed, put your hands off your knees, and look at the sunshine calmly. The noisy voices are still coming from outside.

The morning light shining into the window frame extended the sky. On the ocean coast, a ship quietly sailed away from the harbor and entered the Pacific Ocean. Soon, he caught up with a cruise ship leaving the west coast. One by one, with guns, he forced the ship to stop, hijacked the staff on his way, and tourists gathered on the deck to guard.

Looking at the real armed personnel and the tourists who were gathered, the sailors did not dare to make any other moves, and watched the mobile phones and other communication equipment being taken away and piled up beside them.

The walking armed armed personnel had just passed by a woman, and no one noticed it. The woman hugged her head, and her index finger quietly tapped under her hair bun, shaking slightly, and knocking out a rhythmic frequency.

Soon, the robbers who went down the cargo compartment searched for all the goods and luggage. Finally, someone found the wooden box and took out something from it.

It was the hard drive that Wang Ruhu handed over to Long Xingzheng.

"Get the things and leave immediately."

After taking the wooden box, a bald man wearing sunglasses opened the lid, rubbed the metallic hard disk, then closed it and handed it over to his subordinates to take it, and returned to his own ship.

When everyone came back and urged the ship to leave, someone came over and whispered: "Captain, Jonathan hasn't contacted us for several days."

"Don't worry about him, the things have been intercepted by us. He can't get anything there, maybe he's losing his temper now and smashing things around."

Taking off his sunglasses, the man chuckled and rubbed the wooden box in his hand. He looked at the cruise ship that was gradually moving away from the distance. He and the "giant" Jonathan belonged to an organization called "Hunter Dog".

He specifically took on some things that were inconvenient for employers to do. Since the previous plans failed one by one, the members of the organization also suffered heavy losses in two operations. Only then did the "giant" Jonathan and him, "Virer" Bridger, followed the clues and arranged two possible plans.

One intercepts the possibility of a hard drive that may flow out of the United States, and one is still searching in Chicago.

"It's time to go back and hand in the mission. No one can take away my spoils from me."

He whispered.

The ship was surrounded by fully armed combatants, and they were all his team members.

"Chief, there is a boat approaching us."

At this time, a sound came from the communicator in the collar. Following the guidance of the radar room, a white yacht was sailing here at nine o'clock.

.........

In the direction I looked, on the bow of the waves, the woman with a little boy's head shape was fixed, and she stepped on the iron rod of the fence with a sturdy figure. She listened to the message from the phone, and whispered "um", then hung it up, turned her head and looked at the figure who was quietly flipping through books under a parasol not far away, and turned around.

Under the big umbrella covering the sun, a cold-faced man with a short white-haired face sat on a chair, turning over a page of paper with his fingertips. He heard footsteps and did not raise his face. His thin lips slightly opened, and he asked softly.

"Hongyu, what's wrong there?"

The woman who came over stood respectfully on the man's side.

"Master, someone just sent a message to the domestic commuter bureau, and the things were robbed, not far from us."

As he said that, the woman named Hongyu looked at the shimmering sea. On the other side, she stopped by her fingertips that had passed through the pages. A man with short white hair raised his eyes, closed the book and placed it in the hand of the woman next to him, and walked to the side of the boat and looked at the outline of a ship sailing to the north in the distance.

“Is that just it?”

In a faint tone, the man stretched out his hand, someone came over and gently presented a slender knife to his hand.

The next moment.

‘Clang~~’
Chapter completed!