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Chapter five hundred and nineteenth sweet and free air

Chen Hao was speechless and took out the Huayao p30 from his pocket: "Uncle, now in China even the old men and women no longer use outdated mobile phones like yours. They all use smart phones like mine."

"impossible!"

The old man looked at Chen Hao's mobile phone and blushed instantly: "Chinese people are so poor, how can they afford such high-end and expensive mobile phones? You must be deceiving us, right? We won't be fooled!"

"We smuggled ourselves to the United States and worked hard for so many years to live a good life. How can a poor and backward place in China live as happily and happily as we do? It must be a lie."

"That is, they are not qualified at all and should suffer poverty for the rest of their lives!"

Several other old men also said angrily.

Chen Hao shook his head and remembered that he had seen someone say on an international student forum that in the United States, the people who hate China the most are not Americans, but Chinese people.

Especially the Chinese people who smuggled themselves to the United States when China was the poorest in the last century.

When they first came to the United States, they were gangsters. They had no status and could only suffer hardships, doing the dirtiest and heaviest work and earning the least money. After many years, they finally got official status and thought they could enjoy the blessings. Unexpectedly, China's reform and opening up would rapidly

Rise up, people live and work in peace and contentment, and live a good life.

How can this change not make them furious?

Chen Hao didn't bother to argue with these ignorant old men, so he turned around and left.

Suddenly, something hard pressed against his lower back.

Immediately, a cold English voice sounded from behind: "Boy, take out your wallet."

When several old men saw this, they first looked frightened and hurriedly stood up and left. However, they did not go far, but looked on with a gloating smile from a dozen meters away.

Obviously, they all liked to see Chen Hao, a Chinese man who made them unhappy with his lies, being robbed.

Chen Hao didn't look back. With a quick glance, he saw a burly black man in shabby clothing behind him, holding a pistol in his hand.

Chen Haodao: "Brother, I'm from China. Are you sure you want to rob me?"

The big black man was stunned: "China?"

Chen Haodao: "Yes, you should know how poor China is. Besides, I just smuggled myself to the United States and am still hungry. Where can I give you money?"

Hearing this, the black man cursed angrily: "Fake, today is really unlucky. If I meet a poor guy like you, I really want to shoot you!"

Chen Hao pointed at the old men: "Brother, although I am poor, they are not. They are Chinese who have been living in Chinatown for many years and are very rich."

The big black man's eyes lit up, and he immediately raised his pistol and pointed it at several old men: "Damn old guys, you didn't run away when you saw the robbery. Do you think you are Spider-Man or Batman? Take out the money quickly, or I will kill you."

you."

Chen Hao smiled slightly, turned and left.

The angry and frightened voice of the old man delivering the newspaper came from behind: "You were deceived by that young man. He is the only one who is really rich. The mobile phone he uses is much better than ours."

"Fart, aren't you Chinese scolding China all day long about how backward it is? Besides, that kid came here illegally, how could he have money? Don't try to lie to me, get the money quickly, or I'll shoot him."



Chen Hao shrugged his shoulders and couldn't help but think of a piece of news that was very popular in China.

A female international student named Yang gave a speech at the University of Maryland graduation ceremony: Many people ask me, why do I come to the University of Maryland? I always answer, for the fresh air. When I breathed the first breath of American air, I felt

The air was so sweet and fresh, making me feel the atmosphere of freedom and democracy...

Then someone commented: After I breathed in the sweet and free air of America, I turned around and put on my body armor.

How fitting it is with this situation.

Chen Hao found a place to sit down and started reading the newspaper.

Soon, Chen Hao finished reading and fell into deep thought.

Judging from reports, Hongmen was eliminated shortly after having a video call with him.

The entire Hongmen Main Hall was flattened by the big explosion. Due to the suddenness of the incident, no one escaped.

Of course, this is just a reported speculation, and Chen Hao doesn't believe it.

There are so many Huajin masters in the Hongmen Main Hall. Even if they are suddenly attacked, it is impossible that none of them can escape.

They must have all been killed before the explosion.

But who can kill so many masters without being discovered by the outside world?

Inexplicably, Chen Hao thought of Zhao Lei and the insane foreigner murderer whose body was covered with bone blades.

Since superpowers are real, are there other superpowers besides Zhao Lei and the foreigner murderer?

If a person with super powers takes action, it would be normal to eliminate Hongmen.

Moreover, both the foreign murderer and Zhao Lei are from the United States. Is there any connection with the abundant spiritual energy in the United States?

Chen Hao was thinking in his heart, but he didn't have a clear answer.

He stood up, threw the newspaper into the trash can, and walked towards the Hongmen headquarters.

Although Hongmen has been wiped out, and it has been several days, some remaining traces may be visible at the scene.

Soon, Chen Hao arrived at the Hongmen headquarters and saw a hill-like ruins from a distance.

Dozens of workers are lazily cleaning up. Judging from the speed, it is estimated that the cleaning will not be completed in a few months.

Chen Hao walked closer and scanned the ruins with his spiritual consciousness.

Soon, with a look on his face, he stepped forward, opened up the broken bricks and stones, and pulled out a gray-white stone sculpture.

This stone sculpture has been shattered into pieces, but it can still be seen that it is an arm connected to half of the hand.

Chen Hao waved his hand to brush away the dust on the stone carving, and with a sweep of his consciousness, he saw that the stone carving was very delicate, and even the muscle texture and hair on the arms could be clearly seen.

Suddenly, a voice sounded: "It's a very nice statue, probably worth a lot of money, but it's a pity that it broke and became garbage."

Chen Hao looked up and saw a worker, looking at the stone carving in his hand with interest.

Chen Hao shrugged: "Yes, it's a pity."

He threw the stone sculpture down casually, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

If it was only suspected that Hongmen was wiped out by superpowers before, now Chen Hao is absolutely sure.

Because on the stone sculpture, Chen Hao felt the energy fluctuations of the power of the five elements of earth.

This stone sculpture is really a human arm, which was turned into stone by the power of the five elements of earth.

Except for cultivators and superpowers, no one will have such extraordinary abilities.

If a cultivator took action, most of the remaining fluctuations in the power of the Five Elements would be wiped out afterwards and no trace would be discovered, so there is a high probability that it was done by a person with superpowers.

But why do the superpowers want to destroy Hongmen? Is there any connection with Zhao Lei?


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