The Frank incident is over, at least it has nothing to do with her anymore.
She didn't know that Frank had been silently observing her all the way from her "car wash" to her final visit.
From age, appearance, height, and methods of doing things, I had to read them all carefully.
Frank made a phone call after she walked away.
There was a deep voice on the other side: "Old man, I've heard all about you. I'm sorry. I didn't have any warning in advance. If you need me to do anything, just ask."
Frank remained expressionless. After a long time, he said hoarsely: "Don't mind my business."
His words had several meanings. He refused the other party's help and did not want to be interfered by the authorities.
The other person understood what he meant and said, "Okay, I promise you."
Both sides fell into silence. Just when the other party was about to hang up, Frank said again: "Nick, I saw a woman who meets your criteria for an adjutant."
"I have found a candidate." The other party rejected him firmly.
"I'll tell you the information, it's up to you whether you need it or not." Frank quickly told a lot of identity information, then hung up the phone, looked at Baiyun, and felt infinite sadness in his heart when he thought of his family.
Daisy didn't know that her information was recorded on the desk by someone who was interested. She was so poor that she really didn't know where to go and could only go back to school.
However, after staying there for ten minutes, he ran out again.
She has a natural conflict with these white girls, and she was able to restrain herself in her previous life. Now that she has special powers, the Russian gangsters can kill them all, and a few girls are nothing!
Daisy's daily attire is cropped pants, socks, and canvas shoes, with part of her ankle exposed, which not only makes her legs look longer, but also adds a bit of skinny. Ten years later, both men and women will dress like this on the street, and she thinks it is normal.
But in the eyes of those white girls, they look very different. They are still in the era of big fat pants, hip-hop style, stockings, and thick-soled shoes.
A white girl felt that her clothing did not comply with school regulations and wanted to talk to her about "the rules."
Daisy threw her big mouth away with a "pop", and then relied on her strong physical fitness to knock down a group of people with three punches and two kicks, and walked out with her bag on her back.
Wandering on the street, I looked through my wallet again. Do I really want to work?
Facing the bustling streets of Manhattan and looking at the streets with people coming and going, she didn't know where to go for a while.
Walking to the convenience store where the black girl works, Daisy has no psychological burden and is ready to treat her best friend to a treat at noon and have a good meal.
Just as I passed a street corner, I saw four women running out of a Japanese restaurant like crazy, followed by more men chasing after them with knives and sticks.
Daisy can only understand a few words, such as Baga and so on. As for other Japanese, it is like a bible.
And what a coincidence, her position is on the path that several people must pass.
The woman who ran away first desperately gestured to her, telling her to run quickly.
The Japanese in the back were yelling.
The Hand Club? Her first reaction was the Hand Club, but it didn't look like it. The Japanese men didn't look like they had received rigorous training. Their steps were sloppy, their breathing was disordered, and they looked like they had been drained by alcohol and sex.
The woman who escaped first was in messy clothes and had a pretty face. She just had a slap mark on her face and blood at the corner of her mouth, but she still insisted on running out. The remaining women were also in various embarrassments.
"Baga!" I saw a little crew chief grabbing the hair of the last woman, pulling her down violently, picking up the bat in his hand and hitting her.
It was no longer appropriate for Daisy to watch the excitement. She flew forward, kicked the little guy away, and picked up the opponent's bat. She didn't have any fighting skills, but it was still easy to beat several little Japanese with her enhanced physical fitness.
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After being smashed and kicked, the Japanese were no match at all, lying on the ground in a mess.
"Hurry up!" Seeing that someone was about to rush out again, Daisy also heard the sound of bullets being loaded, and she hurriedly summoned the girls to run with her.
As a native of Hell's Kitchen, she is very familiar with the terrain here. She led a few Japanese women around and escaped the pursuers before stopping.
"It's safe for now." She can run non-stop in the underground city for a whole day. This amount of exercise is not even a warm-up for her, but it is considered a high-intensity exercise for several Japanese women.
Several people hugged each other, still unable to believe the fact that they were saved.
The leading woman looked at Daisy with a hint of admiration in her eyes. She stammered her thanks in English and bowed after saying a few words.
Daisy could only nod in return. The woman's English was not very good, and she finally understood the whole story even though she was talking and gesticulating.
I have to say that the Japanese are cruel to outsiders, and they are also cruel to their own people. A few college students dreaming of the American dream were tricked into being treated as untouchable.
When they saw something was wrong, they ran away.
As a result, they were discovered as soon as they ran to the door. Several people struggled to move the debris at the door. When they ran out, there were already pursuers behind them. If Daisy hadn't been there today, they would have definitely been caught and taken back. They wouldn't have been able to escape after being beaten so hard. What's more,
The tragedy is yet to come.
Daisy was a little strange and asked the leading woman: "You said your name is Maki? Maki Matsumoto?"
"Yes, I was too embarrassed to say my previous name. I am called this name now. Please take care of me." Maki Matsumoto bowed again.
"What major did you major in? Have you graduated?"
"The legal profession."
Daisy was a little surprised, this guy will be a celebrity in the future.
Maki Matsumoto is a lawyer who is untouchable and meets the characteristics of all three points. If there were no Daisy today, she would have witnessed Kingpin's Bullseye's wanton killing one day in the future. From then on, she became crazy obsessed with Bullseye and called herself a target.
Ms. Eye.
Although she is not as high as Shockwave Girl, she is still a second-tier character.
But now that she has not had that experience, there is a question mark as to whether she can become a cold-blooded killer.
Daisy sent several people to the Japanese embassy, and whether they returned to China or not, it had nothing to do with her.
The remaining three Japanese women bowed to her and thanked her, leaving their addresses for her one by one, hoping that if she went to Japan, she could give them a chance to thank them.
Only Maki Matsumoto remained where she was, bowing deeply to Daisy.
"Is something wrong?" She is now afraid that the other party will ask her to borrow money, which would be too embarrassing.
"Ms. Johnson, I am willing to stay and be your retainer!" Her voice was loud, and several Japanese women and consuls who had not gone far showed expressions that were true.
Daisy's mouthful of old blood was so tight that she didn't spit it out. How old is she, and she's still a retainer?
She waved her hands and said, "I'm just an ordinary person. I have nothing worthy of service. You should return to China according to Mr. Consul's arrangements. Your parents are probably worried about you too."
Maki Matsumoto bowed again, "I am a shame to the family. I am blind and a fool who can only daydream. Please take me in!"
Another ninety-degree bow, and then he didn’t get up.