Chapter four hundred and eighteen sent to the door to find abuse
The matter is very simple, basically there is nothing to investigate. Baidu search
Officials from the California government only made a brief inquiry and determined that what He Zhenzhong said was true. Although they wanted to protect their own people, the matter had been exposed and they had to give China an explanation.
The sergeant was dismissed on the spot, and the policeman who pulled the gun was charged with murder and taken away.
The remaining policemen looked at He Zhenzhong with vicious eyes and ferocious expressions. They wanted to cut He Zhenzhong into pieces, but now there was nothing they could do about He Zhenzhong. However, the matter would never end like this. Here
This is the United States, and there is no room for a Chinese to be arrogant.
Accompanied by the consulate staff, they went to the police station to write notes and narrate the incident. He Zhenzhong and other passengers left.
As soon as He Zhenzhong left the police station, he felt the night breeze blowing, and the fatigue from a night without sleep was relieved a lot.
It was almost dawn, and he had to go to the hotel, and then rush to New York in the afternoon. After walking a few steps, he suddenly paused, his eyes slightly glanced back, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he changed direction, heading towards a road.
Walk down the alley.
Behind, a black Toyota Camry.
"That's him?" A middle-aged man in casual clothes, who looked to be in his thirties, stared directly at He Zhenzhong's back, his eyes gleaming.
"Yes." A man in the passenger seat nodded and whispered: "The corpses of the terrorists have all been tested, and they are all fatal with one blow. The methods are not like those that ordinary people can have. On the contrary, they are different from those in the army.
The killing style of special forces is very similar."
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, turned around, and asked, "Have you investigated his information?"
"He Zhenzhong, 20 years old, is from Donghai City, China. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child. This time he came to the United States and applied for a tourist visa. It is normal and there are no flaws."
"Chinese Kung Fu?" The middle-aged man paused, his face full of doubts, and after thinking for a while he said: "If I remember correctly, you are also an elite special forces soldier who retired from the Green Berets."
"Yes, sir.*"
"Okay, you go test it out and confirm whether he is a soldier." As he said that, the middle-aged man showed great aura. "If he is a soldier, he needs to be closely monitored, or even arrested and tortured directly."
"Yes." The guy nodded, his voice became a little cold, "Whether it is or not, he should learn some lessons. I will let him know that it is unwise for a Chinese to be so arrogant on American soil.
of."
That's right, they are people from the FBI in the United States.
The Camry started, bypassed the road, and headed to the other side, directly in front of He Zhenzhong.
boom.
The car door opened, the guy got out of the car, and looked at He Zhenzhong who was looking around and slowly walking over. A chill flashed in his eyes, and he moved towards He Zhenzhong.
Naturally, He Zhenzhong also saw the man. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he put on a smile. The man who wanted to abuse him came to his door.
Deng Deng.
Getting closer.
The guy's pace suddenly quickened, and at the same time his body moved and his shoulder hit He Zhenzhong.
A trace of disdain flashed in He Zhenzhong's eyes, he paused with his feet, then moved his body sideways.
call.
Deng Deng Deng.
After hitting the air, the guy's body became unstable and he took two steps to the side.
He Zhenzhong put his hands in his trouser pockets and lightly kicked his foot on the ground, causing a pebble to roll away.
The blow missed, and the guy reacted very quickly. He stabilized his position in an instant, stood still, turned around, with an annoyed look on his face, raised his foot, and dropped it, "What do you do..."
Before he finished speaking, his foot stepped on the stone kicked by He Zhenzhong, and his body suddenly fell back. He quickly danced with his hands, twisted his waist, and turned around. He was a Green Beret of the US Army.
As a retired special forces soldier, this small mistake is not a problem for him.
As soon as he turned his body, he was able to stabilize immediately and then went to find trouble with the Chinese boy.
Boom.
The sneer on his face turned into a look of pain before it appeared. The guy turned around and hit a telephone pole on the side of the road. Blood immediately flowed from his nose. In pain, he squatted down and covered his nose with both hands.
The ground gasped.
As for the middle-aged man in the car, his eyes almost popped out. What was going on? Wasn't he sent to hit people? Why did he hit the telephone pole?
Deng Deng.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the guy squatting on the ground raised his head and looked at He Zhenzhong. He quickly stood up and looked at him warily. All the muscles in his body were tensed and he was ready to hurt someone.
"Are you okay?" He Zhenzhong smiled slightly.
"Hmph, boy, I'm injured like this, what do you think I can do about it?" The guy's eyes were already ice-cold. He was once a special forces soldier and had extraordinary skills. How could such an accident happen? It must have been this guy.
Damn it, he suddenly thought of the rock he stepped on just now. Thinking of this, his heart became extremely serious. If it were not a coincidence, then the young man in front of him would be really terrible. This calculation is too strong.
Already.
Looking at the guy whose face was covered in blood and whose nose was almost crooked, He Zhenzhong shrugged, chuckled and said, "I think you should go to China."
The guy immediately looked confused, what did this Chinese guy mean?
"Your porcelain-touching skills are really poor."
As soon as he heard He Zhenzhong's words, the guy's face changed, and his eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly. Could it be that he had been seen through? However, he was soon disappointed. He could not see anything at all from He Zhenzhong's face.
Useful things come, only full of ridicule.
call.
In just a moment, he was angered and was actually laughed at by a Chinese, which was unforgivable.
He clenched his fists, tapped his feet, and suddenly jumped out.
call.
That huge fist struck He Zhenzhong with a sharp whistling sound.
In the car, the middle-aged man's face became serious and he stared at He Zhenzhong, trying to determine whether he was a soldier or not.