When they arrived in the city, Shi Zhong took a taxi back to the hotel. Of course, he was accompanied by a bald man. As for Wang Ling, there was nothing he could do. Seeing her cute and angry look, Shi Zhong could only let her go back by herself. Originally, Ferretti was going to shout
He wanted to go with Shi Zhong, but Shi Zhong had an idea and asked Ferretti to send Wang Ling back, which happened to send the two of them away. There would be something important later, and naturally it was impossible to let others know.
"Are you sure you can heal my arm?" The bald head still didn't believe it. No one knew his current injury better than him. It was no longer enough to describe the injury.
"Don't worry, do I look like the kind of person who talks big words? The plaster passed down from my family can make you recover within a few days, not to mention that your bones are not broken, but even if they become disconnected!
"Shi Zhong said mysteriously, this is also to inoculate the bald head, so as not to be frightened by the magical effect of spiritual energy.
Soon, they got out of the car and the two of them went upstairs. On the way, Shi Zhong asked the bald man his name. It turned out that his name was Yang Deyi. He was originally from Enshi City, Hunan Province. He had smuggled himself to San Francisco with his mother to make a living at an early age.
Walk through the corridor and enter the room.
Shi Zhong let the bald man sit down first and went into the bathroom. He didn't know what he was fussing about. He came out ten minutes later, holding a bowl in his hand, which was filled with black mud-like things.
"Is this your ancestral plaster?" Baldhead asked. It looked slimy and didn't look like a miracle medicine.
"You'll know after you try it!" Shi Zhong laughed and tore off the sleeve of the bald head's right arm. Shi Zhong touched it and couldn't help but admire the bald head's willpower. The bald head's upper arm was actually broken into two pieces.
It was broken. Looking at his fingers, they were terrible. Although there was no blood flowing out, they were just like his upper arm. Three of the five fingers were broken, and they were drooping and unable to lift.
If it weren't for me, it would be strange if this hand was not useless! I don't know how effective the spiritual energy is? It is best not to recover completely at once, but it has to be delayed for a week, otherwise it will be strange if it is not suspected!
Shi Zhong, under the pain of the bald head, smeared the black paste in the bowl on the bald head's entire arm and said: "Don't worry, within a week, you will be able to control this arm freely, and there will be no left
The sequelae!”
Soon, the arm turned black, and a faint fragrance wafted out.
"Why does it smell like chocolate?" The bald man raised his nose and smelled it in confusion.
"Well, when this ointment of mine was born, there was no chocolate in this world. It must have the smell of some kind of medicinal herb!" Shi Zhong said, but he was ashamed in his heart. He made such an ancestral ointment in order to hide others' eyes. He didn't expect that the bald nose was really
It's so easy to use, you can actually smell that it's made from mashed chocolate.
You will see the effect after two hours, at least you won't feel any pain.
As he was talking about turning on the TV to kill time, Shi Zhong was watching it well, and suddenly a news flash was inserted. It was a gun battle, the scene was very intense, and the location was at the San Francisco Police Station. Shi Zhong still had some English proficiency.
"Bald, that's what I called you. What does it say?" Shi Zhong said.
Baldhead said: "The San Francisco Police Department was attacked by unknown persons. Many police officers died. The attackers are fleeing. The entire San Francisco police force has been mobilized and a large-scale pursuit is underway. Even the army has been mobilized!"
"Well, San Francisco is really dangerous. Even the police station doesn't feel safe!" Shi Zhong sighed.
Two hours passed quickly. During this period, Shi Zhong injected a ray of cyan spiritual energy into the bald man's arm without leaving any trace. As soon as the cyan spiritual energy entered the bald man's arm, it exerted a magical effect. Since Shi Zhong input very little spiritual energy, the repair speed was very low.
very slow.
"How are you? Feeling better?" Shi Zhong asked.
"Huh?" The bald man was surprised, as if he had seen a ghost. He tried to lift his arm, and he was able to lift it. He had consciousness. Although he did not dare to swing it much, he could at least hold chopsticks to eat normally.
"Boss, this is amazing! Are you using a panacea?" The bald man couldn't hide his surprise. It was miraculous that his arm could be cured, and the speed was so fast. He couldn't help but be surprised.
Shi Zhong touched his nose. He underestimated the healing effect of spiritual energy and said vaguely: "Really? This is also the first time I have used the ancestor's plaster, because it is the last one. After using it, there will be no such thing in the world again."
Planting plaster!"
Upon hearing this favor, the bald man was moved and said: "Boss, I, Yang Deyi, will never be able to repay your kindness in my lifetime!"
Shi Zhongyi grinned and said nonchalantly: "What are you talking about? As long as your arm can be cured, you should pay any price!"
The bald man was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed. He looked at the door with vigilant eyes and whispered: "There is someone!"
“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”
Sure enough, just as Shi Zhong was listening, there was a knock on the door, and Shi Zhong shouted: "Who is it?"
"It's me, the ghosts in the mountains and flowing water are worried!" A voice came from outside the door. It was a pieced together poem. Most people really couldn't understand it. Shi Zhong was stunned when he heard it, then smiled bitterly, and he really came to the door.
It turned out that when he came to San Francisco, Wang Zuo told him that someone might come to find him, and this was the code word for him.
Opening the door, a young man in a suit appeared at the door, carrying a rectangular suitcase in his hand. He looked very ordinary, but Shi Zhong was very unhappy with the way he looked at him. What was that look? Looking down at him?
"Who are you?" Shi Zhong asked.
"The ghosts in the high mountains and flowing water are worried!" the man replied, and without waiting for Shi Zhong's invitation, he squeezed into the room. Shi Zhong was a little annoyed.
"Are you Shi Zhong?" The man glanced at Shi Zhong and immediately said to Shi Zhong.
"Yes!" Shi Zhong nodded.
The man took a photo, checked it, and said, "It is indeed the case!" He immediately checked the room and saw that Shi Zhong was still in the room. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay, you can go.
The mission is over!”
"What mission?" Shi Zhong was confused.
"No one told you? Well, let me tell you, you can leave now. Your mission to San Francisco is over and you can return to China. Things here are no longer something you can get involved in!" the man said without any doubt.
"My mission? I have no mission. I came to San Francisco just for fun. Also, are you too rude?" Shi Zhong frowned.
"Polite? Haha, I'm so sorry, can you please go out?" the man said lightly. This attitude made Shi Zhong very unhappy.
Suddenly, an angry voice came from the man's ear: "Gunner, what are you dawdling about, they are coming soon!" Shi Zhong heard it with his sharp ears.
After hearing this, the man's expression changed and he said to Shi Zhong: "Please leave, you know the rules of the organization!"
Shi Zhong glanced angrily, said hello to the bald man and left. Damn, if it wasn't for his identity, I really wanted to beat this guy up.
"Boss, who is that person?" Baldhead followed behind Shi Zhong, holding a clay pot in his hand. Although his right hand had no fighting power, it had regained consciousness.
"You uneducated guy!" Shi Zhong said to the bald head with an angry face, "Is there any bar or something nearby? Let's go in and sit down. I haven't been to a bar here in such a long time since I've been in San Francisco!"
Baldhead has lived in San Francisco for more than ten years, so he naturally knows it, and said: "Yes, we will be there after two streets!"
So, the two people walked due east. When they reached the intersection, a sudden sound of brakes attracted Shi Zhong's attention. Then there was the sound of "bang bang bang" gunfire, and Shi Zhong quickly dodged aside.
.
I saw two cars speeding in front, followed closely by several cars behind. From time to time, someone opened the door and fired a few shots, shooting the two cars in front of them into flying stars. Finally, there was the police car.
"What the fuck is going on?" Shi Zhong looked at this scene in astonishment, and then he saw one of the two cars at the front turning into a ball of flame and exploding with a "boom".
The culprit was the rocket fired from the building next to it. Shi Zhong was sweating coldly when he saw it. It was indeed a socialist security!
"They should be the ones who attacked the police station!" Baldhead said.
"Whatever, let's leave quickly and don't get involved!" Shi Zhong had no confidence that he could stop the rocket launcher attack.
We came to a bar. Although it was not late at night, there were still many people.
A heavy metal band was twisting and making noise crazily on the stage, and several blonde beauties were shaking crazily around their bodies, exposing their young and plump bodies.
In the middle of the venue, countless young people were clinging to each other and twitching, with wisps of marijuana smoke coming out of their mouths from time to time. On the edge of the venue, two girls who looked no more than fourteen years old had probably taken too many ecstasy pills, and their bodies were lying down.
On the railing, his head was shaking wildly, with a look of lust on his face.
"What a crazy place!" Shi Zhong, who was sitting in the corner, watched all this, shaking his head with brandy in his hand. You can't see such a scene in China.
"Boss, what do you do? You are so rich at such a young age. Your family must be very powerful, right?" said the bald head.
"If I say that my parents are ordinary workers and I earn all my money myself, would you believe it?" Shi Zhong said, taking a sip of wine.
"I believe it!" The bald man said honestly, with a face full of conviction.
"Haha, tell me about you. With such good skills, you must have some adventures!" Shi Zhong said.
"What adventure have I had!" Bald Tou touched his bald head, "When I was a child, a master saw that I was pitiful and taught me a breathing method of meditation, and then taught me a set of Arhat Fist. Over the past ten years, I have
I keep practicing and now even a few big men can’t get close to me!”
Wiggins was very angry. As a well-known underworld leader in San Francisco, although he did not rule the world with one hand, he was still famous. Today, his son was beaten. Fortunately, he was treated in time, otherwise he would have to annihilate his descendants. Thinking of this, he became furious.
He said angrily to his subordinates: "Go, go quickly, even if you search the whole of San Francisco, you still have to find those four people!"
There was no result all afternoon, and Wiggins was very annoyed, but he had to smile with the tycoon in front of him, Harrison, the Godfather of San Francisco, who was a devout Islamic believer.
Natsume Yoshiro, as one of the few special operations masters in the Japanese military, has never been in such a mess as he is today. He broke into the police station at the cost of losing more than ten masters and obtained this victory with the help of spies that the empire had placed in the police station for many years.
The empire wanted something, but unexpectedly, as soon as they left the police station, they were not besieged by the police station, but attacked by powerful firepower from all forces. It didn't take long for them to be unable to withstand it, causing heavy casualties, and the things were also taken away.