It was a false alarm. These black guys were members of the college basketball team, another type of well-educated people. They were also here to eat. Liu Handong quietly retracted his hand on his lower back and pulled his clothes to cover his pistol.
But at that moment Isabella who was sitting next to her inadvertently caught a glimpse of it.
This was a mysterious man. Isabella kept the secret deep in her heart and did not reveal it on the spot.
We chatted for a long time during the meal. After the meal, Isabella and Liu Xiaofei left first. Liu Handong sent Lucy to the subway station. The two parted at the subway entrance. It was getting late and there were few passengers in the subway station. After waiting for five minutes,
A subway train came, and the carriage was empty. Lucy got on the train, found a corner to sit down, and started playing with her mobile phone.
Housing prices in Manhattan are extremely high, and Lucy is unwilling to live on campus. She rented a small apartment in Brooklyn with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend broke up and moved out two months ago, and the rent is still one month short of due, so during this period
You have to continue living.
There were only two passengers in the carriage. The other was an elderly Mexican man. He was dozing off with his head hanging down. The wheels and the rails were hitting each other, making a monotonous sound. Two black men came from the rear carriage. They were wearing pullovers and carrying bags in their hands.
Holding the wine bottle wrapped in a paper bag, they sat down on the seat behind Lucy.
Lucy felt a little uneasy. After a while, she got up and walked forward. Fortunately, the two black men did not follow her.
Finally arriving at the station, Lucy got off the car and hurried out of the station. She noticed someone following her. At a glance, she was horrified to see that the two black men got off at this station and followed them leisurely.
There were not many people in the subway station and the lights were dim. The New York subway is notorious. The century-old subway lines are intricate and maze-like, making them a paradise for criminals. The security here is not under the jurisdiction of the NYPD, but the subway police department.
Responsible, the police force is limited and it is impossible to cover everything. Violent cases such as robbery and rape often occur.
Lucy's heart began to beat wildly, and she quickened her pace. She took out her mobile phone and was ready to call 911 at any time, but suddenly the footsteps behind her disappeared. She looked back and saw that the two black men were gone. She couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking forward.
When I turned a corner, I saw two black men standing in front of me, like a thick black wall.
"Help!" Before Lucy could finish shouting, her mouth was covered and dragged away. She was not petite and exquisite, standing at five feet seven inches tall and weighing 120 pounds, but she was as light as a doll in the hands of the burly black man.
Many cases she had seen online flashed through Lucy's mind, including naked corpses in the subway, prostitutes in drug trafficking dens, or victims who were disfigured and raped and needed psychological counseling throughout their lives. She never thought that she would become one of them.
As a police officer, she was so filled with regret and fear that she even lost the strength to call for help.
Two big black men dragged Lucy to the corner at the end of the subway platform. There was an abandoned repair room here. Lucy was thrown on the ground. The two started guessing. After deciding the winner, they laughed and bumped their fists. One of them started
Untie your belt.
"No!" Lucy trembled and moved back. Her handbag was held by another person, who was looking through her cell phone and wallet.
The black man came over with a grin and took out a sharp razor. They always like to use this kind of weapon. It is short and powerful, and has great lethality. It is especially a deterrent to women. If this thing cuts on the face, the deep incision will even cause the plastic surgeon to
No idea.
Lucy closed her eyes in despair, and a tear slipped down.
The black man's dirty hands did not touch her, and a strange sound came, like using a baseball bat to hit a watermelon. Lucy opened her eyes, and an incredible scene appeared in front of her. Leon was beating the black man, using his fists to hurt.
After hitting the black man on the head, the guy who was rummaging through the bag fell to the ground, kicking his legs unconsciously. It looked like he had been seriously injured.
Lucy was shocked. In her mind, Li Ang was a very quiet Asian boy. Chinese people never like to cause trouble and would rather suffer losses when in trouble. But now Li Ang has completely changed. He is calm and focused on repairs.
He grabbed the black thug and beat him until he completely lost his ability to resist. Then he let go and the black man fell limply to the ground.
"Are there any tissues?" Li Ang looked at the blood on his fist and asked with a frown.
Lucy jumped up from the ground, rushed towards Li Ang, hugged his neck tightly, tears streaming down her face, at this moment she loved this cool man to death.
Li Ang finally pulled Lucy off, picked up her bag and said, "Let's go."
"Don't you need to call the police?" Lucy asked.
"No." Li Ang shook his head, "Let them lie here for a while and reflect."
"Okay, you're right." Lucy gloated, carrying her bag and trotting away after Li Ang.
The two of them got out of the subway station and walked home quickly. There were not many pedestrians on the road. There were many black people living in the community here, the security situation was not good, and police sirens could be heard in the distance. Compared with Manhattan, maybe this is the real New York.
Soon they arrived at Lucy's rental apartment, and she sincerely asked Li Ang to go up and sit down. At this time, the meaning of going up and down was more complicated, but Liu Handong hesitated and agreed.
Lucy's home was small and messy, with a large mattress on the floor and various stuffed toys and books on the bed, which was a bit dirty for a girl.
"Coffee or tea?" Lucy asked in the kitchen.
"Tea bag." Liu Handong said, picking up the small frame on the cupboard. It was a yellowed photo of a family of three, with the immature little girl riding on her father's shoulders, the hostess smiling happily, and the man wearing old-fashioned clothes.
Liusha camouflage uniform, with a Bradley infantry fighting vehicle in the background.
Lucy came in with a teacup and saw Liu Handong admiring the photos and said, "That was after the second Gulf War, when my father was serving in the army."
"Beheading operation." Liu Handong said, "I know, I was in middle school at that time."
Lucy handed over the tea cup, pulled out a place and sat cross-legged, sipping her tea and asked: "Are you Superman? How could you predict that I am in danger?"
Liu Handong shrugged: "I have a sixth sense, do you believe it?"
"Believe it." Lucy looked at him affectionately. The female college student figured out the fact that Li Ang, the Spider-Man, followed and protected her every day after school. It was only when he was in danger that he stepped forward today. He usually stood by silently, thinking
This made her so full of happiness that it almost overflowed.
In fact, Liu Handong found out that the two black men were gangsters who were hanging out in Central Park. They followed Lucy off the subway, so he followed and protected her all the way. He would not show up if nothing happened, but his identity was exposed unexpectedly.
"Leon, you are a strange person. You must have many stories." Lucy leaned forward, holding her cheek and looking at him, "Can you tell me?"
Liu Handong took out a butterfly knife from his pocket, played with it a few times and handed it over: "Keep it for self-defense. Get some rest early. I'm leaving."
Lucy had no choice but to send him downstairs and watch Li Ang go away without looking back.
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Manhattan, Chen Family Building, although it is the property of the Chen family, it is actually controlled by Chen Zikun's son-in-law Tan He. Chen Jiao gave birth to a son and a daughter. The son married an overseas Chinese and the daughter married a white man. Now it is the fourth generation.
, that is, Isabella's generation.
Isabella has a very close relationship with her uncle. Her uncle is named Tan Guoji. He has dual citizenship of the Republic of China and the United States. He controls the Tan family's industries in Malaysia, Taiwan, and Hong Kong. Recently, his business center has moved to mainland China, and he has his own business in Suzhou.
The industrial park is a guest of the local government.
Tan Guoji is reading the newspaper on the sofa. He doesn't like to use a tablet computer, but likes to read the New York Times that smells of ink. This is a style and a style.
Isabella came over and sat next to her uncle. He had three sons but no daughters, and he loved his niece the most.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Tan Guoji filled his pipe with tobacco and asked kindly.
"I recently met a person who was very strange... He is Taiwanese, but he knows the mainland very well... He also has a gun..." Isabella told her uncle about her confusion.
Tan Guoji smiled lightly, trivial matters are of no concern. He immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Old Wang, help me check a person. The Taiwanese is in the United States. His name is Li Ang. She is about 20 years old. It's nothing. My niece.
My friend, I want to find out the details."
The next day, Tan Guoji received a call back from Taiwan. He had a wide network of contacts and knew both black and white. It was too easy to investigate an individual.
After answering the phone, Tan Guoji's expression solidified. According to the investigation, there is indeed such a number one person. His name is also Li Ang, a native of Hsinchu, 26 years old. However, this person died in an accident while diving in Thailand last year!
"Mr. Tan, if you can get the passport number, we will conduct further investigation." The other party's words still echoed in my ears, "Colleagues from the Intelligence Bureau said that this person may be an espionage agent sent by the mainland.
Tan Guoji became nervous. He knew the intensity of the mainland's united front work. This Li Ang was probably targeting the Tan family. Isabella was the breakthrough point. The so-called resignation and running away were just a trick of playing hard to get, a trick to deceive a little girl into doing business.
The scheming business elite are asking for trouble.
He thought twice and decided not to tell the truth to his niece. It is not a good thing for children to be exposed to the dark side of politics too early. He just called Isabella to tell me not to associate with this Li Ang in the future. When his niece asked why, Tan Guoji hesitated and was unclear.
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Curiosity kills the cat. The more secretive her uncle is, the more curious Isabella becomes. She urgently wants to know the origin of the mysterious Leon. Exploring the secret requires a partner, and the best partner is of course Liu Xiaofei, who is also Chinese.
Liu Xiaofei is a visiting student. He comes from a university in mainland China. It is said that he comes from a family of senior cadres, but he does not have the aura of a nouveau riche. Later I found out that Liu Xiaofei’s primary education was in the UK. He had
He studied at Harrow School, the cradle of British aristocracy. If not for the strict requirements of his grandfather, who was a provincial and ministerial leader, he should have studied at Cambridge or Oxford.
Isabella does not regard Liu Xiaofei as her boyfriend, because this young man is still far away from the man in her heart, but as a friend, he is still quite good, careful, considerate, handsome, and rich.
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She found Liu Xiaofei and told him mysteriously that Li Ang's identity was very suspicious.
Liu Xiaofei thought for a long time and said: "Actually, I think he looks like the same person."