Armed helicopters shuttled through the night sky of the city, and searchlight beams were like giant fingers, scanning every dark alley.
Armed vehicles of the security police, Self-Defense Forces and the US military drove through the streets, setting up checkpoints at intersections to check the identity documents of passers-by - whether they were driver's licenses, national health insurance, passports, student ID cards, etc.
Li Ang, who had no ID, observed the intensity of defense at the intersection and immediately turned around and left.
He could force his way through the checkpoint, but that would be instantly locked by low-orbit surveillance satellites, and armed helicopters would arrive within a few minutes.
You need to find a place to hide and repair first.
Li Ang observed the crowd through his sunglasses and quickly noticed.
He turned into a commercial pedestrian street. It was late at night, and there were still many young men and women dressed in fashionable clothes on the street. It wasn't that they didn't want to go home, but because of the traffic jam, they could only walk.
Li Ang quietly approached three female high school students in plaid skirt uniforms, swung a thin string from his hand, and hooked one of them into the pocket.
The thin thread moved flexibly, quietly opening the zipper of the waist bag and stealing the wallet inside.
In addition to a small amount of banknotes and change, the wallet also contained a student ID card named Hagiwara Kinoki, family photos and other items.
"Miss, please wait a moment."
Li Ang closed his wallet and chased after him. The three female high school students heard the sound and turned around in confusion.
"This wallet fell to the ground,"
Li Ang stood still, pulled down his scarf, smiled as gently as possible, and said to the girl in the middle: "It should be yours, right?"
"Eh?"
The pretty girl glanced at the zippered pocket on her body, took the wallet in surprise, checked that the family photos inside were not lost, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you so much. The photos in my wallet are very important to me."
She held the photo to her heart with both hands, bowed sincerely and said, "I really don't know how to thank you."
"Why don't you treat me to a meal?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Ang regretted it. He originally wanted to say, "Can you lend me your cell phone to make a call?"
But maybe he was too hungry, so he subconsciously said that he would treat me to a meal.
"Eh?!"
Not only Hagiwara Jin took half a step back in surprise, but the two companions around her also cast surprised looks.
Although you should be grateful for picking up the wallet, is it a bit too straightforward to ask for reward?
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One misstep turned into eternal hatred. After all, I am also a so-called superpower, but I actually reduced myself to the point of asking a little girl to treat me to a meal in return of a favor.
Li Ang, who was extremely regretful, silently followed three female high school students and arrived at a roadside izakaya with a flag with the name of [一多] shop hanging on the eaves.
The izakaya occupies a small area, with only six tables, and the wine cabinet is stocked with sake, shochu, beer, plum wine and other alcoholic drinks.
The slightly sinister-looking shop owner was holding the car keys and preparing to go out. When he saw someone opening the curtain at the door, he subconsciously said: "Sorry, customer, our shop is closed."
"I'm back."
Hagiwara Jin walked in and casually hung his pocket bag on the wall hook. His two companions said "Hello, uncle" and followed him in.
"Why did you come back so late?"
The shop owner who saw his daughter said helplessly: "It's very chaotic outside right now. Your mother is very worried about you."
"There's traffic control. We walked back and went to the drugstore to buy medicine for our mother on the way. Sanae-chan and Ruri-chan's homes are far away, so we're staying here tonight. Oh, by the way, this is Mr. John Smith.
"
Hagiwara Jin explained Li Ang's matter by the way.
The shop owner glanced at Li Ang with the same surprise, nodded and said: "My dear, thank you for taking care of me. What would you like to eat?"
"Where, where."
Li Ang, who had a beard made of non-element substances on his face and went by the pseudonym John Smith, coughed awkwardly and said, "Just make something with the scraps left in the store."
"How can that be done?"
The shop owner shook his head and refused, insisting on taking out the menu and letting Li Ang finish ordering before going to the kitchen to prepare the meal.
Hagiwara Jin and two friends went upstairs, and only Li Ang was left in the store.
He scratched his head, sat at the counter, and picked up the landline phone.
Who should I call? The embassy's line must be monitored. If you call, you will be located immediately.
After thinking for a moment, Li Ang first entered the international phone code of 010, then the country code of 86, and finally his personal phone number.
Toot—toot—
After a moment, the phone was connected, and Li Leling's voice came from the phone, "Hello?"
"Hello? Miss Li, it's me, Li Ang."
Li Ang silently breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he did not enter the wrong number.
"Mr. Li Ang, are you okay in Tokyo? I saw on TV that there was a terrorist attack there."
"I'm okay."
Li Ang smiled helplessly, "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, but Miss Li, you should know some senior personnel of Yin City Government, right?"
"Well?"
Li Leling didn't expect that Li Ang would ask this. She was stunned for a moment before she realized, "Well, I can't say that we know each other. My family has business dealings with the government. We can still contact him."
Large groups have to pay huge taxes every year, and sometimes cooperate with local governments to operate some projects, so they can contact people when necessary.
"Is such that,"
Li Ang took a deep breath and recounted his experience in the past few hours in the shortest possible time, "In short, I am currently wanted by the Self-Defense Forces and the US military stationed in Japan.
Judging from the armed helicopters and armored vehicles driving in the city, they would really open fire directly in the city in order to capture me.
Can you explain it to the authorities? I can only believe you now."
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There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone. Li Leling was obviously shocked by this story about a meteorite parasite and a wanted man by the US military.
"Okay, okay. Then I'll ask my family for their contact information."
"Well, thank you. If you need a certificate, the meteorite on the shoe cabinet at the entrance to my house is.
Long-term international calls may be monitored, so I'll hang up first."
Li Ang hung up the phone, and at this time the shop owner also brought out the food.
As an appetizer, there are conch, edamame, cold tofu, salmon sashimi, chicken wings and chicken meatball skewers, oden, and chazuke rice.
“Thank you so much.”
Li Ang put his palms together in a salute, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
"Here, the beer brewed by my hometown."
The slightly sinister-looking shop owner was unexpectedly gentle and elegant. He brought some ice-cold beer, put it on Li Ang's table, and started chatting.
"Do guests also like Death Sabbath?"
"Well?"
Li Ang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized when he saw the store owner pointing at the skull-patterned baseball cap he was wearing, "Yeah."
Death Sabbath? The name of the band?
This chapter has been completed!