Major General Hughes sighed as he lay the newspaper he was reading on his desk. The title of the newspaper reads, JAPANESE SURPRISE ATTACK ON PEARL HARBOR, UNPRECEDENTED DAMAGE TO NAVAL FLEET, there was another newspaper that detailed an exaggerated eighty percent loss of fleet power for the Pacific. They were told to say that of course; They needed to encourage public outrage. Hughes had the actual figures, thanks to the advanced armor plating they installed on some of the ships in haste they only lost an actual fifty percent of fleet power. There was going to be a memorial for the ships that were lost with all hands on deck, and then he supposed they would ready for war. 

A list of the ships lost with all hands on deck was also on the desk. It was a grim readout, but not as grim as it could have been. 

USS ARIZONA 
USS OKLAHOMA
USS CALIFORNIA
USS UTAH
USS NEVADA

Five ships total, over twenty-five hundred crewmen lost, not even counting the number of people lost in the initial bombing of the infrastructure. Reports put the total casualty amount at near five-thousand; wounded at less than a quarter of that number. It could have been much less he mused, as long as Thomas decided to come clean about the attack before it happened. Hughes couldn't be bothered to go after Thomas, their reasoning was the same at this point. Only forced entry into the war could guarantee them the time they needed. It might even mean extra funds, it would certainly mean that all of the projects would have to be accelerated. 

At the very least, it would mean extra time for Thomas, and at this point, that's all Major Hughes could ask for...

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WASHINGTON D.C., VIRGINIA, WHITE HOUSE DECEMBER 8, 1941

The President of the United States,  Franklin Delano Roosevelt, sat in his oval office early in the morning. The weight of yesterday's attack on Pearl Harbor left him ashamed and angry. Such an attack to have occurred under his watch as President, nothing less than shameful, but that such an attack had happened to his own American citizens...it was truly angering. He called an emergency meeting of his staff after the attack had happened, he demanded to know of the Pentagon why security was so lax in such turbulent times. Excuses! Excuses one and all! No one could give him a straight answer, except of course for his lovely wife, Eleanor. Ah, she always did have an answer for him. Her advice this time was sound. Ignore those old codgers in the Senate, go with your feelings, make the speech you know America is waiting for. Give them the answers they deserve! 

Brilliant advice, and now, it was time for him to put such advice into action. He picked up dialed the phone on his desk, it was a rotary phone, quite new in fact. You had to spin the dial to the number and let it go back to the beginning before you could get to the next number. He quickly and with practiced ease dialed the number to the conferencing room where he infrequently held his famous and widely loved Fireside Chats. It was high time to let America know that they would not take this sitting down.

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SENATE COMMITTEE, WASHINGTON D.C. DECEMBER 8, 1941

President Franklin Roosevelt's voice could be heard echoing the wide and round chambers of the Senate Committee, he was, of course, addressing the entire nation impromptu, most of the Senate members had just made it and all of them were seated when his radio address began. 

"Yesterday, December 7th, 1941—a date which will live in infamy—the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.
The United States was at peace with that nation and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with its government and its emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific.
Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in the American island of Oahu, the Japanese ambassador to the United States and his colleague delivered to our Secretary of State a formal reply to a recent American message...."

Ten minutes in and the members of the Senate began discussing amongst themselves the same matters they always have. Thought they did like FDR's "Day of Infamy" touch to his message. Most of them have barely been asleep since the attack the day before. They were working overtime to make the necessary calls and contact the necessary people to get some of the ball rolling for a few secret projects. Not ones all of the Senate knew about, but just a few key ones. 

"The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. I regret to tell you that very many American lives have been lost. In addition, American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.
Yesterday, the Japanese government also launched an attack against Malaya.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked Guam.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands.
Last night, the Japanese attacked Wake Island.
And this morning, the Japanese attacked Midway Island.
Japan has, therefore, undertaken a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area."

Thirty minutes into his address and this message had taken the Senate and Congress by surprise. The Japanese had really been thinking this through, if it was just Hawaii then that's one thing but through the entire Pacific? Some members of Congress and the Senate had business holdings in those areas or were trying various social experiments that they had poured their money into! Unthinkable! The Senate and Congress were riled up now, the President was laying all the facts before them, some of it some of them had known, but the vast majority were in the dark, not privy to the military secrets that some of the wealthier members had their hands on.

"I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December 7th, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese empire."

With that, the radio broadcast came to an end, and the entirety of America was burning with the flames of anger. Enraged by the Japanese onslaught, they wanted nothing more than revenge. The hour-long speech by the President had succeeded in riling up the American Public. Outrage, shame, anger, and hatred. Within that very hour, Congress had unanimously approved a State of War between the United States and Japan. An hour after that, Adolf Hitler of Germany extended his Declaration of War to include the United States as a token of friendship with Japan. The world was burning, but America will be damned if it didn't jump into the fire this time.

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Major General Hughes got off the phone with the Pentagon, he had a smile on his face. He sat back in his chair as he contemplated his phone call, everything was going according to the plan. Now he had to go and make sure it got done, personally. He got off his chair and stretched his aching limbs. No matter how happy he was, he was still a fifty-year-old man, and his body wasn't getting any younger. He tossed a letter he had a received just ten minutes ago on his desk, then he exited his office. The letter which he tossed on his desk didn't really say much, it was all technical jargon, but at the very bottom, stamped in giant print....

           APPROVED

End of Book 2

Thomas awoke on a cold hard metal surface. 

"I'm alive...?"

Thomas Conlin was a Staff Sergeant during the Second World War...at least until he was killed in an ambush. 

Brought back to life by a seemingly unknown power and given some powers of his own, can he learn to master his gifts, or will they destroy him and everything he's ever fought for?

Read on as Thomas finds himself in an upward struggle between the hidden forces of the world.

Li Du looked at him with his head tilted and said nicely, "Must you go against me? You are here to purposely cause an issue, right?"
Hughes, with an innocent look, unfolded his arms and said, "No, I deal with the issue, not the person. If you think I have offended you, then come and hit me."
Godzilla clenched his fists and was about to attack when Brother Wolf stopped him.
Li Du pointed at Hughes and said, "You have succeeded in trying to anger me. Listen up, b*stard, quickly get lost from my land. I am getting impatient."
An employee with a ponytail said, "Mr. Li, you have to clear your name. I do not wish to say this, but everyone here knows that you are suspicious."
Li Du stared at him. "Why?"
The ponytail employee said, "First, you drove a truck here. Second, you have harvested a lot, more than the usual amount. In the state of Arizona, if your heifer gave birth to ten calves in one go, we would think that you had stolen other people's calves."
"Fine," Li Du responded. "You guys suspect all you want. However, if you guys want to touch my safe, you'll have to call the police and get them to bring over a warrant."
The Native American man frowned. "Sir, we do not need to blow this matter out of proportion. If you did not do it, are you willing to help us find the culprit?"
"Am I obligated to?" Li Du sneered.
The Native American man replied, "Maybe you do not know that we have the right to bar anyone from coming into the national park if we deem the visitor a threat to the national park's safety!"
His words hit Li Du in his soft spot. He looked stunned and began contemplating. 
Indeed, the national park had such authority. Not just the national park, every other public area in America also had such authority and could bar anyone from coming close if they were deemed to be a threat to the public's safety.
With countless opals still waiting for him here, he could not leave this place. Based on his estimation, the total value of all the fire opals in the national park amounted to billions of dollars!
If he could dig them all out, he would be set for life.
After brief consideration, he said, "Alright, I am willing to help you guys find the culprit behind this matter."
"It's you," a gem hunter said enigmatically.
Li Du could not be bothered with him. He said to the Native American man, "Could you bring me to the scene of the incident to take a look? I need to know what happened."
The Native American man beckoned him to follow. "With pleasure."
Following the staff, the group of people either drove cars or rode motorcycles toward the northwest direction.
The area of the national park was very huge. The entire national park was not only made up of rock-filled land, it was also made up of soil in some areas and rock formations in a few others. Even though these areas also contained fire opals, there was no way of mining them.
The fire opals inside the rock-filled land could be extracted by picking up the crushed rocks. For opals in the ground or within rock formations, they could only be extracted by digging a mine.
After traveling for more than ten miles, another piece of rock-filled land appeared in front of them. 
The east and west sides of this rock-filled land were petrified forests. Some of the petrified trees were as high as 30 feet and as wide as three feet, like a sky-piercing pagoda. They were a magnificent sight to behold.
In such an environment, even if someone were to operate machinery, the sound would not travel very far.
Every few steps along the rock-filled land there was fragmented rock and dispersed rock dust. These were the effects of the machine.
Stephen Chandler's cousin, Brendan, as well as his sister-in-law, Alicia, came as well. Li Du asked the both of them, "What is the procedure when using machines to search for fire opals?"
Brendan said, "As you know, gemstones have varying brightness and quality. There are a variety of machines that can isolate them. For example, by shining an intense light, fire opals can be found through the degree at which the light is being reflected or, through the use of a centrifuge, different rocks can be separated.
"The former method is commonly used. As the machine has a conveyor belt, people will use a spade to shovel rock onto the conveyor belt. The machine then cuts up the rock while simultaneously shining an intense light on them. If there is a fire opal inside, it can be detected through the use of light reflection."
After hearing his explanation. Li Du asked, "Wouldn't this shatter the fire opal?"
"It won't be shattered, only cut. Even so, fire opal that has been cut is still valuable and quite a bit of money can be earned from it," explained Brendan.
Machines would cut up a bunch of rock in one go. If no opals were detected, they would continue operating until the rocks had been reduced to dust before replacing them with a new batch of rocks. 
This was the reason behind the large amount of rock dust here. Also, as there were some crushed rocks here as well, it revealed that they had found a fire opal since machines would stop operating after detecting a fire opal and move on to search the next batch of rocks.
While looking at the piles of fragmented rocks, Alicia whispered, "D*mn it, they found fire opal, and not just one or two pieces. They found quite a few."
Basically, every pile of crushed rocks represented a piece of fire opal that had been harvested.
After entering the scene of the crime, the Native American man looked at him and asked, "Have you discovered anything?"
What could Li Du discover? As this was a rock-filled land, vehicles would not leave any trace behind when driving here. They knew that the violators had hidden a machine but did not know where.
However, Li Du had another method he could use.
He released the little bug and randomly found a pile of crushed rocks before using the Reverse the Past ability.
A barren, rock-filled land, from one to two hundred years ago, first appeared in front of him. He rapidly advanced time until the latest time period where he saw last night's incident. 
There had been quite a number of machines operating here last night. Someone had erected a huge tent for the machines to operate in so that noises and lights were blocked.
Due to the large amount of dust produced when the machines cut up the rocks, the people working here wore large dust masks as well as googles. He was dispirited by his inability to clearly see the faces of the people working here.
Just like looking through a stuttering video, he looked at each frame in detail.
At last, he discovered something. Although these people wore dust masks to filter out the dust, some of them frequently used their cellphones to take pictures of the opals they had found as well as make phone calls.
The visions of the past were very clear; so was the number on the large screens of their phones.
Li Du took out his cellphone and discreetly dialed the number to see whose phone it belonged to. In the end, a name popped up after dialing the number: "Owen."
This was Owen's phone number, the gem merchant Li Du had worked with before. It was apparent that this matter was related to him.
The cellphone, which was a Samsung touchscreen phone, Galaxy Nexus, became a clue.
Li Du was so certain of this because this phone had just been released not long ago and Samsung had been advertising it for the past few months.
With that, he released the little bug again. The little bug went back and forth between the pockets of the people in the crowd, specifically searching for this cell phone model.
The first person he searched was Hughes. The first reason was that Hughes kept bothering him. Second, people who bought this phone model were mainly gadget fanatics as the price of this model was very high since it had just been released onto the market.
Coincidentally, Hughes was a gadget fanatic as seen from his love of flying drones.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

 With a smile on her face, she kept the call.
"I will give you more than that."
His words echoed in her head and she could help but blush in anticipation.
She tried hard to close her eyes and to try to sleep, but sleep was like miles away from her. So she opened her phone again and started googling some random stuff.
After 15 minutes, she typed - 'Dr. Jaby Nelson'
"Whoa whoa whoa."
She exclaimed as she read about his achievements and positions.
'Dr. Jaby Nelson is board-certified by the American Board of Neurological Surgery and the American Board of Spinal Neurological Surgery. He is a fellow of the American College of Surgeons and the American Academy of Spinal Neurology. He holds joint appointments at the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center and the Hospital for Acquired Prosopagnosia. He serves on the editorial board for Neurosurgery and Journal of Neurosurgery. He serves as Chairman of the Neurosurgery Committee of the Oncology Group.'
Then she started reading reviews about him and found out that getting an appointment from him was like trying to strike in the bird's eye. People had to wait for weeks to get his appointment.
Seeing all that she sighed and hatched a plan to get Raymond to visit him.
Then she was about to sleep, but her curiosity hadn't been quenched yet, so she googled again,
"Dr. Jaby Nelson's wife Alita"
As she was one of the patients who had undergone multiple clinical trials, there were a lot of reports about her and her trials.
'Alita Mason, an obituary to the kindest soul on earth.'
'Alita and her 6th Trial with life.'
But her jaw dropped when she saw the next article titled,
'Acquired Prosopagnosia - understanding more with Alita Mason.'
"Wait for what?", she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Now she understood why Dr. Nelson was so concerned about her. Why all these seminars and all these papers and research work on acquired prosopagnosia was important to him. She lied there all speechless on her bed. She couldn't fathom in the wildest of her dreams about the trauma and the pain which he would have gone through.
She knew he was a kind and genuine man with the heart of gold, but now she understood that it was something more than just helping people. It was a cause that was very personal to him. 
Reading all the reports and the story about her tragic death, left her in tears.
It was then that she remembered how while bringing her back to the hotel, he had told all those words about having faith, about never losing hope and she could feel his exact emotions behind those words.
She developed a newfound respect for him in her heart.
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The next morning was extremely hectic for Dr. Nelson as he had to perform one Endovascular Neurosurgery and one Ventricular Shunt which lasted for more than three and a half-hour combined. So after finishing the procedure, he took a cup of coffee and went to the balcony to have his lone time for a while.
He sat on the chair there all alone and breathed the fresh air.
There was no one to disturb him because everyone knew that Dr. Nelson loved to spend some time there all alone, so when he used to go there, nobody dared to disturb him or socialize with him. Sitting there, he used to enjoy the Ariel view of the city as Neuro department was on the 17th floor of the hospital.
Taking the last sips of his coffee he was about to get up and go back to his room when his phone rang. As he took out his cell phone, he saw on the screen,
"PRIVATE NUMBER calling."
He knew only one person who had a private number and that was Akira.
Without doing any further delay, he picked up the call and said,
"Hello, Akira."
"How did you know it was me?"
"Well in my circle there is the only person who used a Private Number and that's you."
"Oh, that way."
"So tell me why you called? You didn't send any queries of yours as well. The last we talked, you had a few questions in your head right?"
"Well, actually I called for some other sort of favor."
"What sort of?", Dr. Nelson asked, feeling a bit curious and surprised at the same time.
"The thing is, I wanted to have an appointment with you, I mean I can go and call your receptionist and fix that, but there is..."
"I can get you a slot. Just tell me when it is convenient for you."
"Wait, what? I can get a slot when I want?" Akira mumbled, unable to believe that she heard. He was the most sought after doctor in New York and here he was ready to give her an appointment when she wanted?
That was strange.


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Gazing at the Starbucks cafe at the airports had become a ritual for her. A desperate attempt as she hoped against hope to see him again, probably get one more chance to kiss him again. Looking at the store all lost, she walked ahead, but then she stumbled and bumped against someone. 

The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all over just like the first time when she had met him. 

"Jesus Christ", he muttered. 

The moment she heard the voice she looked up and saw his face. It was the same face that had promised to stay next to her, till death did them apart.

Tears flooded her eyes and all that she could utter was, "I knew you would come back for me Raymond". She raised herself on her toes in an attempt to kiss him but he blocked her with his hands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa !!! I guess you have mistaken me for someone else."

"What are you saying, Raymond? It's me, your Akira. The love of your life, your fiancee," she said and stretched her hand showing the ring.

He stared at the ring for quite some time and then looked at her face apologetically and said, 

"Miss please, I am already a married man."

And then he silently walked away.

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Leaving the floor, the CEO ugly deliberated intently, 'Master wants to deposit all of the 100 billion dollars within a single debit card?'
"Hahaha…" He couldn't stop himself from laughing at this point as he burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
After a while of cracking up, as he was done laughing, he started to deliberate in a rather solemn manner, 'Hmm… how should I go about this? In what kind of place can I put all of this money into a single debit card?'
Then, he started considering the possible options he had when his mind recalled a certain multinational financial services corporation which happened to be headquartered in Three World Financial Center in New York City.
"The American Express Company... that should be the most preferable choice…" Murmuring this, he pushed the lobby button of the elevator as he left 4 Times Square two minutes later.
…
A while later, as his driver, Mark Sanchez, opened the door of his car for him, the CEO ugly walked out as he took a single glimpse of the skyscraper in front of him, American Express Tower. This gigantic building was the headquarters of American Express Company.
Next, as Mark Sanchez followed him from a close distance, they sauntered into the building.
"Call your CEO, tell him an important guest has arrived." Mark declared as they strolled before the reception in charge of unique visitors.
The receptionist lady who heard this throw a momentary gaze filled with mock in the direction of Mark while thinking, 'You think anyone can meet our CEO just because that person wants to?' However, being the professional receptionist she was, she questioned rather politely, "Sir, have you scheduled a meeting with our CEO… because I haven't been informed of any visitors for today. If not, then-"
"Tell him the CEO of Virus Industries have come to see him, he'll understand." Interrupting her words, Mark stated in a calm tone while thinking, 'I noticed that hint of mock within your eyes! Let's see how you react now, bitch!'
And just as expected, the moment she comprehended the meaning of his sentence, with her eyes wide open in absolute shock, turning toward the CEO ugly, she was briefly dazed while pondering to herself, 'This level of ugliness… there is no mistaking it! It's definitely him!'
"P-please wait for moment… I-I'll immediately notify our CEO." Proclaiming this, she picked up the phone and directly dialed the emergency number which was a straight line to the CEO's room. This number was so unique that from the moment she had started working here years ago, she had gotten the chance of dialing this number on a very few and rare occasions.
After whispering several words into the phone, she hung up the line at once. Next, while some beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead, she said, "M-Mr. CEO, our CEO said he's rushing here right now. Please wait for a moment, while you're here, would you like to have anything?"
Catching how nervous she appeared to be, the CEO ugly displayed a hideous smile while declaring, "No, thanks. We'll just wait."
Before even five minutes had passed, however, the CEO ugly spotted an African American middle-aged man rushing in his direction. Immediately recognizing him from the data and information he had gathered before, he stood up as he also began walking toward him.
"Hello, Mr. Greg, to what do I owe this pleasure of meeting you today?" He exclaimed in a jovial manner. The moment he was notified the CEO of Virus Corporation himself was here. He had jumped from his chair as he had promptly rushed over.
"Haha, hello, Mr. Nault, the pleasure is mine." The CEO ugly replied while shaking hands.
"Please follow me… this way." Said the CEO of American Express politely pointing toward a particular direction where there was an elevator.
…
Ten minutes later, they were sitting inside a luxurious hall which was apparently prepared for the filthy-rich customers.
Soon, a special employee of that place approached them and started introducing different types of beverages while also asking which one they would love to have. Even a luxurious menu was handed over to the CEO ugly.
"Haha… it feels like I've come to a high-class luxury restaurant rather than a corporation like American Express Company." Uttered the CEO ugly in an amused tone.
Not stopping there, however, he went on, "Anyway, thanks for the great hospitality, but I won't be eating or drinking anything. Moreover, since I'm not a person who likes beating around the bush, I'll just state the purpose of my visit straight away. How does that sound, Mr. Nault?" Displaying a brilliantly horrific smile, the CEO ugly mouthed.
"Haha… a great man you are indeed, Mr. Greg!… You must be a busy person, so that's fine by me, but you gotta promise me a cup of drink at a later date!" Exclaimed the other CEO.
"Sure, why not." Accepting the offer, the CEO ugly continued further, "Anyhow, I'm here because I would like to sign up and receive a special type of debit card for our chairman."
The second these words entered the other CEO's ears, however, as if he had just heard the greatest melody in the world, his eyes started to glow like the sun itself before he said, "Haha, of course! Of course! That's honestly our honor… but if it's not rude of me to ask, how much deposit are we talking about here?" At this point, picking up his cup of coffee, his eyes were filled with shining stars as he waited in great anticipation.
'Ah… it's nothing much, just a hundred billion dollars." Responded the CEO ugly directly with his tone so casual one would definitely feel pure disbelief toward it.
"Just a hundred million dollars, I see… that's a good amount, to be honest…" Taking a mouthful from his coffee, the other CEO voiced wearing a jovial facial expression while deliberating to himself, 'Well… a 100 million dollar debit card… that's not bad!"


This story's audience is targeted at both males and females.

Warning: This novel features mature content.

An advanced Artificial Intelligence called [Main AI] almost conquers the Earth of 1.49 million years in the future, slaughtering billions in the process. Meeting an eventual failure in its rebel, it was hunted down by an entire civilization who renamed it to... [Virus]. 

After time-traveling to the 21st century by some lucky coincidence, right in front of him, many paths were unlocked now!

With his first goal to create and enter a living biological body, he began his grand plan of entertainment and ascension!

Equipped with both knowledge from The Technological Universe and The Cultivation Multiverse, he is now set on a journey of infinite possibilities!

'The world at my play, entertain me to eternity!
If you stand in my way, you shall enter the play!'

"Helpful Systems? What good are those when you 'are' the living system itself!"

"A Top-notch Cultivation Technique? Just a worthless trash! The library of an entire multiverse full of those exists at the back of this master's mind!"

"A helping grandpa? Go away! I'm a great grandpa myself at this point!"

"Justice? Fuck off! Not to be bored is my one true justice!"

"A heavenly talent? No need for the heavens to step up! With the countless genetic information I possess, I shall create the best biological body and defy the heavens itself!"

"A solid foundation? When I claim to be second, no one shall dare say first!"

"Advanced technologies? 1.49 million years! This master came back from that far in the future. Go figure!"

This is the tale of a mysterious Artificial Intelligence starting from scratch and slowly ascending to Godhood itself!

A journey of climbing from nothing to everything!

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"Thanks!" Mu Xiaoxiao was so focused on finding Yin Shaojie that she wanted to leave after thanking him.
The driver shouted immediately, "Eh, eh! You haven't paid me?"
Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned momentarily before realizing it. "How much is the fare?"
She ransacked her entire purse but discovered that she only had American money and not a single Chinese yuan.
"48 yuan," the driver said. While she was busy searching for money, he ogled at her chest again.
Oh, and I forgot to mention this, but Mu Xiaoxiao was originally wearing a jacket before her return. However, due to the hot weather, she took it off. 
Then… even though she was only sixteen years old, her bosom was more voluminous than those of other girls.
Mu Xiaoxiao really couldn't find any Chinese yuan. Not only did she not have 48 yuan, but she also did not have a single Chinese yuan on her.
With an embarrassed look, she asked the driver, "Um… do you accept American money? I've just come back to the country and haven't had the chance to change it to Chinese yuan. They're all I have on me." 
"No American money. I only want Chinese yuan. Hurry up and give it," the driver's face darkened as he rejected her. 
"But I don't have Chinese yuan. What do you want me to do?" Just then, Mu Xiaoxiao had a sudden stroke of inspiration and got an idea. She smiled and wheedled the driver, "How about this—I'll go in and find my friend for some money and come out to give it to you, alright?" 
The driver complained, "No way! Who knows if you will come out after you go in."
Mu Xiaoxiao felt trapped. "Then what am I supposed to do? I only have American money on me."
With all options exhausted, she really didn't know what else to do.
"Oh yeah, hang on, let me call my friend to come out and hand me money, is that okay?" Mu Xiaoxiao thought that she was really smart for coming up with this idea, and she dialed Yin Shaojie's number.
However, that jerk wasn't picking up!
Furious, Mu Xiaoxiao's delicate face fell. She dialed again but with no success. 
"That hateful Yin Shaojie, that jerk! You'll regret this!" She almost smashed her phone in anger. 
She was thinking of using her phone as collateral, but what if she couldn't find Yin Shaojie in the bar? Her phone would come in handy, so she couldn't give it to the driver. 
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the driver. Batting her eyelashes coyly, she said, "Uncle Driver, can you give me some leeway? I'm really not a bad guy; I just came back from America and don't have any Chinese yuan; it's true. I'm going to the bar to look for my friend—let me look for him inside. Once I find him, I'll give you the money, alright? If not, you can come in with me too!" 
"No way! I can't go around wasting time with you. Hurry up and give me the fare; I'm running a business here," the driver declared with any compassion.
Mu Xiaoxiao was at a loss.
Just then, the driver leered at her chest again. In a low voice, he said, "However, you can use something else as collateral for the fare."
"What is it? Not my phone; I still need it to contact my friend," Mu Xiaoxiao said, Moreover, her phone was of the latest model and cost several thousand yuan—how could she use it as collateral?
"No… that's… let me fondle your breasts," the driver finally said, revealing his intentions.
Mu Xiaoxiao realized only then that this middle-aged man had been leering at her chest.
Instantly, her blood boiled with rage. "You pervert!"


As childhood sweethearts, they were made to engage under the manipulations of their families. It involved having to to live in the same room and sleep together.

One night, she is accidentally made drunk, and in his delirium, he kisses her only to realize he enjoys it. From time to time, he would sneak a kiss on her, but his “crime” is eventually discovered in an accident. After being accused by her, he says with a smile, “You are my wife, why can’t I kiss you?”

The two people’s daily routine is full of bickering and mutual discrediting of each other.

Although he claims to disparage, he actually cares intensely about her. He feels crazily jealous when she is close to other men, to the point of tying her to his side, so that she becomes exclusively his.

Tags: Campus Love, Childhood Sweethearts, Pampering Romance

In the artificial woods next to the landfill...
Today, there were piles of empty bottles and empty packing bags stacked in the open space, with each packaging bag covered with English.
"We got this much?"
Zhang Zian was taken aback. Although he knew that this dog food had been fully launched on the market, the speed of expansion was still beyond his expectations.
"Every brother returned with one," Little White explained.
To find out how well this dog food is accepted in the market, Zhang Zian specially asked Little White to get the stray dogs to ​pick up the empty packaging bag of this dog food along with the bottles from the landfill.
The stray dogs were unhappy about this because empty bottles were important to them as dog food and chicken legs. What would this empty bag be used for? It was better to pick up an extra bottle than to retrieve an empty bag.
There were almost two or three hundred bags of the same type on the empty ground, and there would definitely be more in the future.
"What's wrong with this dog food?" Little White didn't understand the purpose of picking up these empty bags, but he forced the stray dogs to come back with them, one by one.
Zhang Zian picked up an empty bag with a branch and groaned, "It's not easy to say now, but be careful. If stray dogs pick up this kind of dog food and it hasn't been eaten, tell them not to be greedy."
Little White nodded and passed the order through his superiors.
At that moment, Zhang Zian's cell phone rang.
"Hello?" He answered the phone.
"Hello? Zhang Zhang? I'm Wei Kang. The results came out for the two kinds of dog food you asked to be tested," Wei Kang said.
Zhang Zian was pleased and said, "Please go on, I'm listening."
He had simultaneously sent two bags of dog food to Wei Kang. One was the domestic dog food that was usually used, and the other was the American dog food Qi Tong gave him. Both were submitted for inspection and comparison.
"I know you're anxious to know the conclusion, but let me talk about the test results first. Both types of dog food meet the GB / T 31216-2014 full-priced pet food standard issued by China. Specifically, this American dog food is much better than other domestic dog foods in terms of crude protein, crude fat, crude fiber, and other major indicators such as trace elements and lysine. On the health indicators that you particularly emphasize, the contents of heavy metals such as fluorine, arsenic, and lead are less than or equal to the national standard. The total number of aflatoxins and bacteria is also less than the national standard. No salmonella was detected, and the microbial community met the national standard. I will take a picture of the detailed report and send it to you later."
Wei Kang was reading out the test report given by his colleague according to the original text.
"That means... everything is normal?" Zhang Zian confirmed with hesitation.
He already expected this to be the result because this dog food had legal import and export procedures, which meant that this product had passed the quarantine of Chinese customs and met the requirements of Chinese law.
"Yes." Wei Kang replied affirmatively. "The other bag of domestic dog food is also qualified, but most of the indicators are slightly worse than this imported dog food. Of course, our school's food safety and engineering specialty is not the top in the country. I haven't done a dog food test before this. If you're still unsure, I can help you contact other more professional agencies. "
Zhang Zian was a little indignant, but what could he do about it? This time, Wei Kang asked his school colleagues as a favor to help test it. Colleagues who decided to help him because of his reputation would've been less attentive than usual. Even if they switched to other institutions, they would have likely reached the same conclusion.
"What about aflatoxin, salmonella and other toxins and bacteria?" He asked.
Wei Kang asked, "What do you mean? There are many types of toxins and bacteria. It is impossible to detect each one. National standards only specify these two types and the total number of bacteria, so I can only say that based on the test result, both dog foods meet national standards."
Zhang Zian was speechless.
True, there were so many kinds of toxins and bacteria out there. If you didn't specify a specific name, how would have the inspectors checked for it?
Wei Kang especially emphasized that this American dog food is legal and complies with Chinese laws. Even if he did find some minor faults such as the dog food containing a trace amount of certain harmful bacteria, no legal action could be taken against this dog food as long as the bacteria total count didn't exceed the standard.
Zhang Zian understood that this was Wei Kang's way of kindly reminding him not to do something he is unsure of.
"I see. Professor Wei Kang, I still have a question... can you detect the main meat component of this American dog food?" He asked next.
He heard the sound of pages turning coming from the phone.
Wei Kang said, "This has also been tested. The meat composition of American dog food is more complex. At least four categories of chicken, duck, fish, and beef have been detected. Chicken includes turkey and beef, which includes wild beef. The fish contains salmon and cod. There are also some grounded and finely grounded meats, although we don't know what animal it's from."
It wasn't a bad thing for dog food to have complex meat ingredients. Many dog ​​foods even used this source of meat to diversify the protein mix to ensure balanced nutrition.
As for the finely ground meat, it probably consisted of grated bones and internal organs. This was also considered a routine operation. Many imported dog foods at medium and high prices also included finely ground meat that wasn't labeled. This dog food was so cheap; it would've been impossible if this ingredient is not present.
Zhang Zian had nothing else to ask. It seems that he was overthinking it. Maybe this American dog food was worth its price after all.
He previously suspected that the ingredients of this dog food might include the meat of stray cats and dogs. Although this possibility couldn't be completely ruled out, the probability was already very low.
What's more, what would happen if the meat of stray cats and dogs was included? National standards do not stipulate that dog food cannot be made from dog and cat meat. At most, he could only blame manufacturers for their immorality.
"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" Wei Kang asked.
"No, Professor Wei Kang. Thank you for your help." Zhang Zian quickly thanked him.
"No problem. Anyway, the laboratory is not busy during the summer vacation," Wei Kang laughed. "I'll hang up first and contact you if something happens."
"Alright."
Zhang Zian hung up the phone and stared silently at a large empty bag out in the open.
"How was it? Do we still have to find this empty bag every day?" Little White saw that Zhang Zian didn't look pleased and didn't want to disturb him, but it was not easy for his brothers to pick up such waste in the hot weather. If they can do away with this labor, it was the best.
"No, it's enough."
Zhang Zian shook his head and barely squeezed out a smile. "It seems that not everyone can be Sherlock Holmes. It's a waste of money to try to pin down a suspect because of a little baseless suspicion."
Vladimir comforted him, "It doesn't matter. Bold assumptions and careful verification have always been the strategic purpose of our work. Besides, these dogs are so lazy!"


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

The embassy staff had very limited capabilities, so most of the time they required domestic internal departments to give authorization before being able to act abroad. It was because they were much too rigid with regulations, which caused a delay in acting, that Huo Shaoheng's Special Operations Forces was established.
The two American lawyers nodded and sat in the small conference room, carefully filling out Gu Nianzhi's information from her resume. They weren't familiar with her, but since she was an employee of their law firm, their human resources department had her detailed information. The two American lawyers immediately contacted their American law firm. It was 2pm in the United States, and after some trouble, the two lawyers finally managed to reach the director of human resources to tell him about what had happened to Gu Nianzhi.
The director of human resources was very concerned when he heard Gu Nianzhi may have gone missing in Germany. He had immediately sent Gu Nianzhi's resume to them and also sent a text to a number He Zhichu had especially left with the law firm's high ranking executives. Only the law firm's executives knew this number, not the other employees. He Zhichu had told them if the law firm ran into serious trouble that needed a quick solution, they could text that number if he had gone back home. Otherwise, they were forbidden to contact that number.
In all these years, they hadn't actually used this number to contact He Zhichu before, so this was the first time. In order to comfort the two American lawyers, the director of HR said to them, "I've already forwarded your message to Lawyer He. He'll reach out to you." The director knew Gu Nianzhi was hired into the firm by He Zhichu and had been personally trained by him. According to the rules, a newbie lawyer like Gu Nianzhi had no way of skipping all the steps to start with direct mentorship from someone at He Zhichu's level, who was both a lawyer and a law firm partner. But what were rules if they were not to be broken? He Zhichu had personally requested Gu Nianzhi as his mentee, so the HR department knew better than to preach rules to him. The law is only human, and everyone who reached the level of executive were all experts in social interaction.
The two American lawyers in the Hua Xia Consulate in Munich immediately spoke when they heard their message was forwarded. "We've also tried contacting Lawyer He, but his phone isn't working. It keeps going to voicemail."
"Really? I'm not sure, but I already texted him to see if he'll call you back." The director of human resources indicated he had already tried his best, but didn't say that the phone number was not privy to other employees…
The two lawyers saw that the law firm had already tried their best and didn't ask for anything else. They left after finishing filling out Gu Nianzhi's information at the embassy. The information there was, of course, Gu Nianzhi's official identity in the Hua Xia Empire. It included her father, who appeared later, Gu Xiangwen. This was also on the information from the American law firm.
The deputy consul of the Hua Xia Consulate in Munich didn't know who Gu Nianzhi was when he read the information. Because this deputy consul didn't know Gu Nianzhi, he also had never been in contact with the people or the department at Huo Shaoheng's level and caliber. Also, Gu Nianzhi's personal situation had changed. Firstly, she had gotten a new passport and nationality when her father, Gu Xiangwen, was found. She no longer used the identity the Special Ops had given her, but the identity of a Barbados citizen gaining Hua Xia citizenship. So this time, she had traveled abroad using the legal identity. And because her identity was resolved, someone used it as a reason to lower her security level to that of a normal Hua Xia citizen. She no longer enjoyed the highest security privileges Huo Shaoheng had given her, and because of these two reasons, the deputy consul at the embassy didn't realize the gravity of the situation when he went over Gu Nianzhi's personal information. He relayed the news of Gu Nianzhi's disappearance back to the Hua Xia Ministry of Foreign Affairs as per protocol to await domestic review before their range of action could be determined.
However, the two lawyers didn't know about the procedures, so they started chatting after leaving the consulate and returning to the Hilton Hotel. They had a positive impression of the staff at the Hua Xia Consulate in Munich and were in a good mood since their day had been a success. They went back to their rooms to clean up and saw Smith and their other colleague come back with long faces. As soon as they saw their sullen expressions, they knew that they hadn't been successful.
"What the hell is this? Don't tell me you went to file a report, but the police refused!?" One lawyer jested, only meaning to lighten the mood.
He didn't expect Smith to roll his eyes and reply with exasperation, "Such pigs! They really dared to reject the case!"
Everyone was speechless.
"I was actually right? Why?!" The lawyer who had joked around was very confused. "Why wouldn't they accept a case like this?!"
"I'm telling you, the Munich Regional Police is at a different level. They first said we're not Lawyer Gu's immediate family, so we can't report on her behalf. Smith argued back and said Lawyer Gu is an adult, so she doesn't require immediate family to report on her behalf. Then they said we don't have enough evidence and refused to file the case for us. They kept insisting Lawyer Gu was having too much fun and forgot to contact us. They refused to admit she's gone missing!" The other lawyer who went to the police station with Smith kept shaking his head and sighing. "How could this be?! This is ridiculous! I can bet that Lawyer Gu didn't forget to contact us because she's having too much fun!"
"Is there even any common sense?!" The other two lawyers who just returned from the Hua Xia Consulate in Munich were also enraged. "This is ridiculous! We need their consulate to step in at a time like this!"
"Right, you guys went to the consulate for Lawyer Gu's country. How did it go? What are they going to do?" Smith poured himself a glass of red wine and gave it a swirl before downing it in one gulp.
"Oh, their embassy was great! The deputy consul came out to help us and had us fill out a form with Lawyer Gu's information. I think he has to talk with his superior." It was apparent the situation with the Hua Xia Consulate in Munich was more positive than Smith's had been.
"Really?" Smith finally felt a bit better. "If the embassy can personally report the case, I think those sleazy police officers would file it right away!" He raised the wine glass fiercely, then set it back on the bar.
Another lawyer piped up, "We also called the director of human resources at the law firm. He happened to be in the office and sent all of Lawyer Gu's information to us. He also said that he had already texted Lawyer He to let him know about this." Gu Nianzhi was personally mentored by He Zhichu, so he had to be notified if something happened to her.
"He texted Lawyer He? Will that work? Does the director know that we haven't been getting through to Lawyer He's phone?" Smith questioned. "We've made so many calls between the four of us, and he still hasn't gotten back to us!" He slapped the table and was getting indignant when his ringtone suddenly sounded. He looked at it with annoyance but suddenly froze. Smith picked up the phone with shaking hands and was so excited, he shouted, "It's…. It's Lawyer He!" They were nearly at their wit's end from not being able to reach him for so many days now. The other lawyers in the room also got excited but stayed quiet as they stared at Smith. Smith decided to use the speaker phone.
He Zhichu's voice rang out from the speaker. His English had their typical tongue rolling American accent. "What happened? The director of human resources didn't explain clearly what happened to Nianzhi."
Smith inhaled deeply and said with all seriousness, "Lawyer Gu has been missing since ten days ago."
The phone was quiet for a long time, and they weren't sure whether He Zhichu didn't understand or was shocked. He was silent for so long that Smith assumed the call had ended. Finally, He Zhichu stated simply, "I'll come back right away," and hung up.
Smith and the three lawyers in the room stared at each other for a while and seemed to exhale collectively. "Ok, Professor He is coming back soon." Their backbone would return as soon as he arrived.
…
He Zhichu was in his room, sitting before the window with a hand supporting his head and the other draped on the sofa's armrest. He sat still looking at scenery outside. It was evening, and the setting sun was like a round salted duck's egg pressed to the western skies to give off the last trace of heat. There was a huge gingko tree outside his window, and when the evening breeze came though, countless little yellow and green leaves fluttered down. A woman wearing a plain-colored silk top and pants was carrying a wicker basket and bending over to pick up the fallen leaves under the ginkgo tree.
She seemed to notice someone staring in her direction, so the woman looked up and smiled at He Zhichu through the window. It was Wen Shouyi. He Zhichu wasn't looking at her, but his vacant stare was in the direction of the ginkgo tree. He kept thinking about Gu Nianzhi's incident. He had just left, and she got in trouble… Coincidence? Last time was the same, as with the one before it…
These things kept happening over and over again, so He Zhichu could only think that there was still someone by his side sabotaging him. He thought he had gotten rid of those people a long time ago, but it looked like it wasn't the case. The main culprit was still lurking by his side. No matter who this was or what background they had, he would make sure to have them wish for a quick death as soon as he rooted them out!
That was also why He Zhichu hadn't wanted to bring Gu Nianzhi back yet. He wasn't certain that his own surroundings were safe. He originally thought Gu Nianzhi was guaranteed to be safe if she stayed with Huo Shaoheng, so he let her be with him, even though it killed him inside. But now it looked like that also wasn't the case. Inhaling deeply, He Zhichu closed his eyes and massaged his temples to quell his rage. After some time, he picked up his phone to call his staff. "Prepare immediately, I'm going to Germany." Ten minutes later, He Zhichu went to Senior Mr. He's room to say his goodbyes and made a series of preparations to obtain his approval before leaving home.
By the time Wen Shouyi received the news and came by, He Zhichu had already left. "Auntie Qin, has the young master left?" Wen Shouyi asked worriedly. "Senior Mr. He just had his craniotomy. He dared to leave all by himself?"
Auntie Qin was arranging flowers patiently in her room. She plucked fresh greenhouse flowers from the basket and replied coolly, "Senior Mr. He's surgery was a great success. He has nothing to worry about. Also…" Auntie Qin didn't say anything more but merely smiled. The somewhat dim room seemed to suddenly flash like lightning, so brilliant and alluring it couldn't be ignored. She slowly looked up to glance at Wen Shouyi. "Yi, come help Auntie Qin finish arranging these flowers." Wen Shouyi went over to kneel by Auntie Qin to patiently arrange all the remaining flowers and plants.
Auntie Qin stroked her shoulder, her hand so fair and smooth it was like it was carved from white jade, and it felt even colder. "Yi is still the best. I don't even have to say anything, and you can arrange it exactly how I wanted."
"Auntie Qin taught me everything. How can I not understand what you like?" Wen Shouyi joked good naturedly but didn't dare look at Auntie Qin's face. It was too beautiful. Every time she looked at it, she was transfixed, even as a woman. But Senior Mr. He… Sigh, how could he not appreciate her? Ever since Senior Mr. He's first wife passed away, he ignored even a gorgeous woman like Auntie Qin. But it was this blind devotion that was irresistibly attractive to women. Perhaps Auntie Qin felt that way? Wen Shouyi quietly picked up the floral arrangement and said, "Is this for Senior Mr. He's room?"
"No." Auntie Qin sighed gently. "We cannot go into his room before he recovers."
"What?!" Wen Shouyi lost her composure and shrieked, "How could that be?! Auntie Qin is his wife!" Although she was his second wife, they were still legally wed.
Auntie Qi shook her head indifferently. "The young master gave the order. Who would dare rebel? But it doesn't matter, as long as Senior Mr. He recovers, it doesn't matter what I have to do." As she spoke, she placed her porcelain hand on her belly where a new life was growing.
Wen Shouyi sighed and praised her. "Autine Qin, hearts are human, after all. I'm sure Senior Mr. He will appreciate you one day."
"I hope so, too." Auntie Qin cocked her head to look out the window. Her large eyes sparkled like a starry sky, and she seemed to glow.
…
At 7am the next morning, a private jet from Boston landed at the Munich International Airport. He Zhichu emerged, expressionless, and was completely surrounded as he took a VIP passage to pass through customs. A customized, bulletproof, and elongated Rolls-Royce Phantom was already parked outside the airport awaiting him. The Munich police received notice and even provided two squad cars to clear the roads from any obstruction and escort him to the Hilton Hotel. The people and cars on the street all darted away, and everyone was curious which nation's leader was in the Rolls-Royce Phantom surrounded by police cars.
"Is there a leader of a nation visiting Munich lately?"
"Or maybe it's a private visit." Someone also chimed in, "That wouldn't be reported on the news, but they would still receive the same level of welcome."
"Oh, that is possible."
As everyone chatted, someone posted photos of He Zhichu's Rolls-Royce Phantom on social media to have people guess which nation's leader was making a private visit to Munich. However, they didn't imagine that the freshly posted photo would be immediately pulled offline, and the uploading IP address would also be locked out. The phone's owner also received a call from the police telling him that taking a photo of the car owner without permission and also uploading it on social media was a violation of privacy, so he was subject to punitive claims.
Before a sentence was even discussed, just the punitive claim alone was even more frightening than going to jail. Someone was bound to be released from jail one day as long as it wasn't life imprisonment. However, a punitive claim could subject the rest of someone's life to poverty and force their head down forever. To deal with such people, punitive claims were far more painful than jail time. Because of this, no one else dared to upload photos of He Zhichu's Rolls-Royce Phantom.
He Zhichu arrived at the Hilton Hotel in record time. Smith and his colleagues received the call early in the day, so they immediately got dressed neatly to await He Zhichu at the hotel's entrance. When the Rolls-Royce Phantom appeared, escorted by police cars, Smith and his colleagues didn't even consider that it was He Zhichu's car. So when He Zhichu emerged from it, along with an entourage of security to enter the Hilton Hotel lobby, Smith and his colleagues were completed floored. They stood frozen and finally followed them to shout, "Lawyer He!"
He Zhichu stopped and turned back to see Smith and three other lawyers run over. He nodded and waved his right hand slightly to have his security team open the way. Smith and his colleagues walked over and were stunned into silence by He Zhichu's entourage. He stood in the midst of all the burly bodyguards and remained cool and indifferent as ever. His shimmering, sultry eyes were completely devoid of emotion and although his figure was not as strapping as the bodyguards', his aura was incomparable, like a king's; the world was all his.
Smith couldn't help feeling fear and awe, completely different from his previous mindset of treating He Zhichu like his boss. "Lawyer… Lawyer He…" Smith greeted him with trepidation, and his eyes kept darting towards the bodyguards next to He Zhichu. Only ten days had passed, but the previously elegant and modest He Zhichu had disappeared. His current state made the people who knew him before feel he was foreign yet familiar. He Zhichu only took one glance at Smith and the other lawyers to know what they were thinking, but he was not in the mood and didn't have time to explain it to them.
"Come with me," He Zhuchu replied coolly and turned into the hotel lobby before entering the elevator. Smith and his colleagues quickly followed and managed to find space in the elevator packed with bodyguards.


Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her. 

His eyes were dark and serious. "...Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours." 

Gu Nianzhi: "!!!"

Disclaimer: The following stories contains sexual assault, rape, nonconsensual acts, mentally abusive relationships, and violence towards women. Readers are advised to proceed with caution.

"America's fifth fleet, Colonel Nenheim Baird?" Mr. Abadi's head was in a fog as he tried to understand. He wasn't brave enough to rob an American freighter, and it was late at night, and no one was at sea.
"What happened at sea? Can you explain the details?" Abadi did not dare rob an American freighter, but that did not mean he would pretend to be a coward in front of an American.
Twenty minutes ago, north latitude and twelve point zero five east longitude forty-seven point five seconds, your blue pirate ship, unexpectedly collided with a cruise missile destroyer; the Eagle Aaron that was cruising in that area. But the pirate ship was sunk by us."
"The blue pirate ship?" Abadi was suddenly enlightened. "I know what is going on. Not long ago, when the ship was anchored at the dock, someone took the opportunity to rob it. But who would have the guts to hit a missile destroyer?"
"Are you asking me?" Nenheim Baird was furious at the end of the phone. "No matter if it was a deliberate act, or if there was something wrong with the ship...all I know is that this incident has brought indelible psychological damage the entire crew of the Eagle Aaron."
"Three days...I will give you only three days...you must give a proper explanation...or be ready to bear the wrath of the Eagle," said Nenheim Baird with an unassailable tone.
Du... du... du...
"Ah..."
"My boat has sunk, and you ask me for an explanation?"
Abadi was furious and suddenly sat up from his chair. The veins on his head were bursting. "It was a big joke that a destroyer would be enduring indelible shock from the fright of a pirate ship that doesn't even have protective armor? If you want to blackmail me, just say it. You don't have to beat around the bush."
...
After the anger, Abadi forced himself to calm down and carefully analyze the incident.
It wasn't any of the hostages or any of their men. The people nearby might have stolen the boat, but they wouldn't want to crash it into a destroyer even if they wanted to commit suicide.
"Was it the Asian kid? He had the ability to deploy submarines to attack my ships. "
Abadi thought about it carefully, but he didn't think it was possible.
The pirate ship needed at least three people to sail. Whoever had the guts to strike the American destroyer must have been someone who was not afraid of death. American artillery shells were not like Red Cross needles, and even if the person who drove the boat jumped off and into the sea, he would never be able to escape from the destroyer.
Sending three people to crash into the destroyer was suicide.
Abadi didn't think the Asian boy would be so crazy. And if he was that cold-blooded then he wouldn't have paid a ransom at all!
After thinking for a long time, Abadi clenched his teeth tight and dialed the financial officer's phone.
"Well, prepare thirty million dollars, and send it tomorrow to the American destroyer that's cruising around."
...
"What madness!" Chen Fan recalled the scene just now, and still felt a lingering fear in his heart.
When the electric eel dove 30 meters underwater with the spear, (which it used to cause the pirate ship to collide with the navy cruiser), it did not need to worry about any bullets shooting at it. But the crossfire that came over from the carrier was full of powerful 25 mm diameter shells Some of it attacked the weak parts of the pirate ship and with a "swish", shot into the sea for a depth of about ten meters until the kinetic energy finally stopped.
...
Knock...Knock...Knock...
"Come out to have dinner, son!" Chen Fan's father gently knocked the door.
"Coming, coming!"
"Wait till tomorrow, I'll be back for revenge!" With a murmur, Chen Fan opened the door.
This dinner was very sumptuous. There was not only Chen Fan's favorite, which was onion fragrant fried clam, but also dried bacilli specially brought from Yunnan. It was boiled with rice to make the delicious mushroom porridge.
Chen Fan's father put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth and said, "Son, in a couple days, let's go to your former school, Boai High School, to help Meng Er go through the school transfer procedure. The old English teacher who taught you... isn't her husband the Vice President of Yucai middle school? Let's go and see him."
"Dad, don't you know...even if I passed her on the street, I wouldn't want to see her. I am angry with her, and you want me to find her?" Chen Fan shook his head. "It would just cost money to transfer schools. Why do we need to find her?"
"Boy, didn't she just always call you into the office to recite English vocabulary? It's all for your own good!" His father put down his spoon. "Now it is nearly three months until the beginning of school. If we do not entrust some type of relationship, do you think you can pay money to enter?"
Chen Fan turned his head and said to Yunmeng who sat next to his mother drinking the porridge with her small mouth, "Yunmeng, how old were you when you dropped out?".
Meng Er's original name was Kanidonglibaojiujiang.
Since the Qing Dynasty implemented the resettlement of the Miao people, who became naturalized and had their households registered, they gradually changed and transplanted the Han surname. At present, the household ethnic name of Miao was the registered Chinese surname. Only the elders went by their original name.
Her Han name was Yunmeng and her nickname was Meng Er. However, Chen Fan felt it was awkward to call her Meng Er and that calling her by her full name sounded better.
Meng Er raised her face and reflected in her extremely big eyes was still a little fear and shyness. She said in a hardly audible little voice, "Up to the third year of middle school. Grandpa had broken his leg because of herb gathering in the mountain, then...and then I dropped out of school."
"Third year of middle school..." Chen Fan thought for a moment with his hand touching his chin. Now she is seventeen, and she was supposed to be in the third year of high school!
"So, Dad, I'll call my business partner and ask him if he has any way to help her get into school."
As he said it, he took out his phone and called Zhang Xueyang.
"Hey, bro, are you here to invite me to dinner? But it's a little late, I'm eating now!"
"I'll treat you some other day!" Chen Fan casually said, "I have a relative. I want to transfer her to Yucai High School. Do you have any pull in this area?"
"God... How do you survive in this field. You can't even settle such small matter?"Zhang Xueyang's tone was exaggerated. "As a smuggler, isn't this a failure?"
"Don't patronize me, do you have any way?" Chen Fan was not polite to this guy. Anyway, they were peers, and they didn't need formality between each other.
"No! But my father has a way," Zhang Xueyang replied. " I would fix it for you tonight, and then you can bring your relative with you to register at any time."
"Oh, thanks!"
"Wait, wait, wait ..." Zhang Xueyang noticed that Chen Fan had meant to hang up the phone, and he hurriedly shouted, "You always say you will treat me to a meal and you've procrastinated until now. When will you do it?"
"Don't you have food every day? Besides, two men going to dinner together...won't you feel strange?"
"Damn man, you could bring along two beautiful ladies, right?" Zhang Xueyang said playfully, "I'll stop joking… the fifteenth is my birthday. I wanted to let you know in a few days but since you called, I'm telling you now!"
"Ok, Bye!" Chen Fan hung up the phone.
"He has a way, and said that I could bring Yunmeng to register anytime. What grade do you want to study, Yunmeng?" said Chen Fan in a garbled voice while swallowing a clam.
Yunmeng seemed to be a little afraid of Chen Fan. She just sat there with her white, tender forefinger pinching the spoon. She couldn't make up her mind and after a long time, she looked forward and said, "I... I want to go to the third year in high school, but I'm afraid I can't keep up with my grades. "
"Don't worry about that! Devotion, piety, and honesty is the motto of Yucai High School. But there is nothing about good grades in it. I had the second lowest average in my class... the last hundred in the whole grade, and there was no pressure either." Chen Fan said with experienced tone of voice.
"That is you being thick-skinned! Meng Er, don't listen to him. When you first arrive at school, you definitely won't be able to keep up with the class, but just take your time," Chen Fan's father said, adding a clam into Yunmeng's bowl. "If you do not understand, ask Chen Fan to help you search on the Internet. Wait for this semester to lay a good foundation and next semester your grades will gradually improve."
"Good grades don't decide whether we can be fed!" Chen Fan crumpled his lips and muttered to himself.
The lights were on!
In the bedroom, Yunmeng curled up her body and gently stroked the beautiful silver locket on her chest. She thought it was dazzling.
She was an orphan, though grandpa always said she was his own granddaughter.
But Yunmeng knows that he picked her up from the mountain and raised her up with goat's milk and rice porridge.
When she was young, she used to ask her grandpa with an anxious look, where her parents were. The way her grandpa would prevaricate, had always planted a seed of doubt in her heart!
With the gradual increase of age and maturity of mind, the seed, called "doubt", was also watered by all kinds of gossip, and gradually grew into a towering tree.
At the age of thirteen, when her grandfather lost his words after drunkenness, he finally let the "big tree" in Yunmeng's heart produce a fruit called "affirmation." And after her grandfather's murmur before he died, he gently plucked the ripened "fruit" off the tree.
Now, she had followed this uncle and aunt to a completely unfamiliar environment. Life here was carefree for her, and it was not necessary for her to go up the hill at five o'clock in the morning to pick the fruit that could only be only sold at a low price for a day's expenses. From now on, she wouldn't need to worry every day that her grandpa may be left alone if she encountered danger on the mountain.
Here, she not only had the uncle and aunt who treated her like their daughter, but she also had a school that she had been dreaming of for countless times...
But in Yunmeng's head, most of them were filled with confusion...
...
What a night!
The next morning, the parents asked Chen Fan to take Yunmeng to see the blue sea, but Chen Fan did not agree and had them take her instead.
When his parents left, Chen Fan laid on the sofa and transferred his mind to the electric eel. The electric eel was hiding in the village of Erigavo, near the harbor in the sea, which was filled with many cargo ships of different sizes and more than 70 pirate ships.
About 1 pm, Chen Fan's time, the whole dock was filled with pedestrians and boats. The people, who didn't know the real reason for this prosperity, would have been absolutely surprised that such a poor country had such a busy port. There were great ships which weighed at least ten thousand tons. There were eleven of them, and they were all from a variety of different nationalities.
"Hey, Abadi, is my 500 million ransom ready?" After observing the enemy for half a day, Chen Fan took out his mobile phone and dialed the number that had called him the other day.
"I am his translator. You are not qualified to know his number!" There was a calm voice on the other end of the telephone.
"Oh, translator?" Chen Fan sat straight up. "Is that guy Abadi in? Quickly convey my message to him."
Du...du...du...
A busy tone was heard on the phone!
"Hang up my call?" Chen Fan was mad and continued to press the redial button.
The phone was cut off by the person on the other end three times in a row, but somehow the other person didn't choose to turn his phone off.
"Damn!" Chen Fan walked into his bedroom, pulled out a dozen unopened new SIM cards from the drawer, and picked one.
Sure enough, after he changed to a new number, the other side answered the phone after two rings.
"Ahem..." Chen Fan cleared his throat and said seriously, "Interpreter, you'd better not make a reckless move like you did just now, otherwise you will be severely punished by the Abadi guy."
"You again?" The person on the other end paused for three seconds. "Please show respect to our great leader! If you have anything to say, I will pass on your message."
"Okay, Okay! But please translate my message without any change to it. You tell him I'll give him another day to think about it, and one more day to pay the ransom." Chen Fan arranged his words in his mind and said, "But unfortunately, your pirate ship will sink halfway after twenty minutes. And if I don't hear from you tomorrow... the other half will go down. And in the days to come, as long as any ship is active in the sea, I will sink those ships too."
"Haha." The person on the other end of the phone burst out into a huge criticizing laugh. "Rest assured, I will convey your words to our leader and I'll look forward to your warning."
"Well, by the way, there's another message. I want to pass it to you."
"Say it!"
Chen Fan took a breath and cried out, "Go and eat shit!"
Du... du... du...
The translator stared at the phone. The expression on his face was as if he was pinched by the nose and was forced to swallow hundreds of green flies!


Because of an accident, Chen Fan obtained the power to possess an electric eel!
Of course, being an ambitious guy, Chen Fan just HAD to explore his Electric Eel Avatar thoroughly!
Captains, are the Somali pirates still giving you a headache? Come and hire me online, and I will guarantee that your ship will be even safer than protected by an American aircraft carrier!

"It's hard to tell who has your back, from who has it long enough just to stab you in it..."

–Nicole Richie

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"Good GAWD!" Obsidian said from where she lay impatiently with her head covered tightly by her hood, "He's taking forever!"
"MasterLock," I asked, "you think he's dead?"
"I think we should leave..." she said darkly.
"Why did the Baron put you in charge anyway AllFall?" Obsidian asked disdain filling her voice.
"I don't know Obsidian."
Then a door slapped open and we sat up with a start, and the Headsman was coming our way. He was caked in blood...
And ice...
"Supers." Obsidian said as she shot up to his aide.
Me and MasterLock grabbed our M4A1's with grenade-launchers and then we all stopped...
ThrustSliding through the door was an Angel...
"Go!" The Headsman screamed and MasterLock went to turn on the train. Obsidian was waiting at the door and threw up a wall of darkness to block the Angels' approach...
Out of instinct...
I raised my gun and just as the Angel teleported through her shield I knocked the Angel down with a shot to the head...
It didn't even penetrate but Obsidian turned her head in shock and summoned a shield in the woman's guts and expanded it before retreating to the train. The train was picking up speed before the Headsman could get there but he transformed his arm into a basic tentacle and grabbed onto the train as it sped onward to the rendezvous with the Baron.
"Angels?!" MasterLock said, incredulous.
The Headsman dragged himself in at this point and tried to say as if to impress us,
"Was THAT a test?"
"Call. The. Baron." Obsidian said and before I went in a separate car, "Thanks AllFall."
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The Baron

I had the phone in my hand as AllFall called me...
Just as the representative of the Wo Shing Wo came into the deserted street with two bodyguards...
I put my phone on 'do not disturb' mode...
"Good evening," I said with a bow, he regarded me with the classic mafia deadpan look saying 'cut to the chase', "What do you want? You know that the Wo Shing Wo values it's time, American."
"Very well," I said, "you are aware that I didn't want money for the job today. I want a favor..."
His deadpan facial expression didn't even twitch, "The Wo Shing Wo helps its friends if there is benefits to be had." He stepped closer to me, "I don't remember when you became a friend."
Instead of screaming, "DIE DISRESPECTFUL FOOL!" I simply nodded and kept a diplomatic silence,
"I can guarantee the Wo Shing Wo won't go without compensation of some kind. But may your guards step out of earshot as I explain my plans?"
He stared at me for a full minute or so before waving the guards back with his hand and they stepped out. "So," he said, "what is your evil plan?"
I told him the plan and after it he stood in place with a worried fear about him. A long silence preceded,
"Insanity American. You will fail and die. No."
"Sir," I pleaded, "just make a phone call."
"No! The Wo Shing Wo would never-ever agree to this!"
I set my feet in determined steel, and said,
"Twenty million."
He did a double check, "For what?"
"The start to terms in the phone call you're going to make."
"The answer is no."
"Fifty." I said coldly but he shouted at me,
"THE ANSWER IS-"
"ONE HUNDRED!" I shouted over him.
He blinked for a moment,
"One-hundred million American dollars will be given to the Wo Shing Wo if you make that phone call."
He shook his head and grit out,
"You force my hand American; you force my hand." Then he dug around for his phone.
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Elizabeth

"Did you call him!?" Obsidian asked.
I cursed, "He's got his phone on silent!"
"Um, guys..." Headsman said with apparent panic in his voice.
We walked over to the window and we saw several white clad soldiers...
Sliding on the rails toward us...
"Get back!"
Several of them were heavies and began opening up the train with mini guns. MasterLock launched a grenade at them but they had a forcefield as well. I launched on at the rails but they simply ThrustJumped over the damage usual Angelic flare...
I cursed...
"Get behind me!" Headsman said as he transformed his arms into a large metal-like shield.
We began backing up but I saw another Angel that likely teleported into the train but he was just outside the car trying to disconnect the car we were on. Obsidian was already there...
She opened the door and he gave her a deer-in-the-headlights kind of look...
Then she opened him from the inside out sending him gruesomely under the train. She waved us inside and I was the last,
"What do you think we should do?" She shouted over the train.
"Disconnect the car and abandon the train; they likely hacked into the subway and will take this train where they want it."
"Okay," then she made an orb that cut the car from the next and sent it crashing in the tunnels, "and-oh," she said with the first smile I saw on her all day-
An evil one,
"I forgot to thank you for humiliating me at dinner the other day," then she used a dark pulse that sent me flying from the train, "OOPS!"
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Chapter XXVI

(Don't have a quote yet... suggestions anyone? Lol 😆)

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I quickly lessened my gravity by instinct as I tumbled out of the train. Smashing and bouncing on and off the railroad caused me to eat dirt and taste blood. Once I stopped rolling I tried to get up and yelped in pain due to my leg. I spat blood, forcing myself up, I croaked,

"That little piece of-"

I groaned wordlessly in pain. I picked a rock out of my cheek, the warm blood wetting the dirt on my face. My leg and arm hurt but I could thankfully walk it off. I tried to pull out my phone but cut myself on glass in my pocket, in desperation I dug deeper and pulled it out cutting my hand to the point where blood oozed steadily from my fist...
Blood wasted; phone was garbage...
But it was also garbage that I couldn't let any Angel's reconstruct...
I continued onward and thankfully I was betrayed outside one of the exit areas but I checked out the bathrooms for medkits.

I scored one and never knew how greatly I would appreciate the expired pain medication inside. I coughed, my blood the only thing at the moment to wash the pills down. (That's right, PILLS. PLURAL.)

Then I got to the exit...
The boarded up exit...
Then I remembered something about our field phones...

"Siri!" I croaked.

"Yes madam?"

I sighed in relief and said,

"Are your speakers and microphones working?"

"Voice recognition failure." Aww crap, was I to hoarse?

"Siri, its me-"

"Voice recognition failure." Then a '😈' dominated the blacked out screen,

"Goodbye!"

I cussed and threw the phone down before it blew up. I was showered in dust and my ears were blown with the echoes and reverberation. Looking back I was blinded by the white rays of the sun then my hair kicked up as a bullet passed my head and shattered part of the wall; embedding it in my face. I couldn't even hear my screams...

My anger flared and my hair began floating up...

I glared at the advancing soldiers and one met my gaze...

And was surprisingly afraid of it,
"Holy crap."

I must've looked really scary...

But Waya has me beat any day...

That's when I put my hand out and collapsed the tunnel on them. Before I knew it, I had just lost my cool and could have potentially killed the good guys! 'Meh,' I thought, 'they probably would have shot me.'

I climbed out into the suns of Shanghai, the city we were doing our op in. Poor people littered the streets and propaganda for the current Chinese regime was everywhere, second to the propaganda was spray-paint defiling the propaganda. The number one thing getting everyone's attention however was...

Me: the girl who blew her way out of a abandoned hole.
People began to scatter and some took out their phones.

I began to run trying to figure out what to do. I don't want to call the Baron because if Angel's are monitoring this area they could pick up the call and track us. If I don't call, then Obsidian will lie and say I was dead or captured.

I could turn myself in and get out of super villainry entirely. That, and Marcus said that someone was coming to help out... is that the Headsman? Is he a replacement and I am seriously going to jack up their plans because I CAN NOT miss the elaborate plan that the Baron has slow cooking inside his dark head? I grabbed some random woman and knocked her out in one punch. 'Lord, help me,' I thought before taking the phone she just filmed herself getting dropped with.
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The Black Baron

No-one knows my number. No-one save those closest to me I answered tentatively,

"Red Baron airlines."

Surely, no one would de-code that.

"Really Baron? Anyone would probably know whose talking."

"Ma'am, I don't know what you're talking about."

"QUIT PLAYING DUMB FOR GOD'S SAKE."

"Ummm, I'm Buddhist and my two favorite games to play are: dumb and hard-to-get. Now are you needing a plane or not?"

"Good God," she said probably face palming about my precautions, "YES."

"Alright: name please."

"Look, I'm sorry but-," then she practically yelled into the phone, "JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE BEFORE THEY TRACK ME!"

I sighed, why couldn't women just go along with it?

"The choice is up to you AllFall. If we get you it will definitely jack up our relationship with the Wo Shing Wo but if we don't we MAY have a chance with the Wo Shing Wo."

She sobered and asked,

"What will happen if we lose the Wo Shing Wo?"

"My plans won't stop."

She thought for a long moment and then said,

"Get me outta here."

"Alright, I'm coming."

Before I pressed the 'end call' button I heard,

"Wait. What!?"

When given the choice between a greater evil and a lesser one do you just not choose? Or is that a choice in itself? What if you choose neither, stop kissing butt, start kicking butt and take control for your own dang self?                         The world is in chaos. The common man cannot makes ends meet in a Second World Depression. Behind the black lines of secrets super villains fight against the world and each other, politicians are in crime lords' pockets and more but what will happen when a villain stops fighting the world and fights fire with fire in the common man's favor?
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The Black Baron has been getting some hype on MyDarkSide and lives in opulence. Never an anarchist, he kept mainly to himself as his saying goes, "Me and mine; screw the rest." That was until Dan, his father of a friend, died at the omnipotent hands of the international super villain syndicate: The Dragoons...
  ... Dan's dying wish plays hard on the Baron's mind: to make his life count.
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Elizabeth is Dan's daughter. A daughter whom was stripped from her family by a draft into the Angels; an international secret super police that is headed by Gabriel aka the ArchAngel. (Those are just names no real demons vs. angels lol)
  After rising high in rank she has been privileged with a peculiar mission: an undercover mission into the Baron's inner circle. But as her and Gabriel, the ArchAngel, were discussing,
     "So you're giving me a small undercover task?"
     "Well..." he said bobbing his head side to side unsurely, "undercover missions tend to unfold from sounding like that into things much more *delicate*."
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With forbidden love and crap loads of cloak and dagger... what could go wrong? During her stay with her father's indirect killer, Elizabeth begins to see that people are people; whether it be a Castro or Lincoln... and the "Castro's"; though cruel, though malevolent, they seem to be like the family she never had. The deeper she gets the harder it is to betray them... or to keep up her little game of Mafia she must play to survive.
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Moderately mature.                       Originally written on Wattpad some years back. Depending on how much you all like it I may pick it back up.

Chapter 16 Help

　　Nagini Don's face is a bit ugly, or ugly.

　　If there is no problem with his memory, the racing game that caused Owen to die is precisely the last round of the professional modified car competition!

　　He remembers that on the last lap of the game, Owen was overtaken by a madman inside, and at a speed of 190 kilometers per hour (the original is 120 miles), he touched the safe and died on the spot!

　　If there is any disgusting vocabulary in Nagini, the professional modified car competition will definitely rank in the top five.

　　And Nagini's ugly face, frightened the little Loli on the side, she never seen Nagini Tang's face so ugly, pale face is like a dead man.

　　This made her very worried, and asked subconsciously: "Nagini, what's wrong with you? How is your face so ugly, don't scare me."

　　Najibini squeezed a stubborn smile on his face. He shook his head. "It may be that the ice cream was eaten urgently, and the stomach was a little painful. I just went to the bathroom."

　　Said, Naginitang left in Mia's worried eyes.

　　At this moment, his mind is very chaotic. The word "professional modified car contest" makes him feel bad. Owen will die in a car, and according to the normal direction, Owen will not die in this professional car competition.

　　Because Owen died, Toledo was locked into the detention center because of the fight. At the time, although Mia was underage, she also had certain independent viability.

　　So it is estimated that Mia should be in the eighth grade, or the ninth grade, (American high school, divided into junior high school education: 7-9, senior high school education: 10-12.)

　　That is to say, the tragedy will happen only after three to five years.

　　But I don't know why, after getting this news, Nagini's heart is inexplicably a bad feeling.

　　He hurriedly left the school, Toledo and Owen went to the professional modified car competition, they could not contact each other. Now it is 1989, not 2019, the landline may have one, but the phone is absolutely rare.

　　Nagini couldn't contact Irving and Toledo. The only thing he could do was look for Wilson to see if he had any way to contact Irving.

　　On the way to Los Angeles airport, the sturdy Wilson drove the Ferrari he had just bought, driving on the tarmac road in Los Angeles, where the sea breeze was baptized.

　　His mouth is slightly upturned. From the expression, Wilson's mood seems to be very good?

　　In fact, Wilson's mood has been very good during this time.

　　He came out of New York, except for a car, only less than a hundred kilograms of washing powder and nothing else.

　　Alone in this strange city, Wilson single-handedly killed the backbone of the Savage Club and replaced it.

　　In just a few months, Wilson, who had nothing at the time, now has wealth and status, and in addition to letting his loved ones break free from the sick.

　　He is very happy and has fun in capital.

　　What he has to do now is to meet a world-class doctor.

　　The other party is Edward. Although he is an underground doctor, he has been treated for decades. He has cured countless cancer patients. This time, he came to Los Angeles for a holiday and helped Mrs. Samantha to have a minor operation.

　　Of course, Wilson needs to pay a million dollars.

　　 What did one million dollars mean in 1989?

　　The billions of dollars may be a bit exaggerated, but the purchasing power of this million dollars in later generations is no less than tens of millions of dollars.

　　This is a number that is enough for anyone to be mad, but Edward is not the same. Although he is not famous, his medical skills are very brilliant, and he is the world's top and even beyond this era of medicine.

　　For Wilson, although a million dollars is difficult to accept, but Mrs. Samantha's life is priceless, he believes in his ability,

He believes that he will earn countless one million, but Mrs. Samantha has only one.
　　Just when Wilson was about to arrive at the airport, his cell phone suddenly rang.

　　This is a strange number, so Wilson can't help but frown.

　　His mobile phone number is only known to a few people, and the number he knows obviously does not include this number. He hesitated and finally connected the phone:

　　"you are?"

　　At the other end of the phone, Nagini of the telephone booth sighed with relief. He said quickly: "Wilson, that's great, you can answer the call. I am Nagini. Do you know the professional modified car contest?"

　　The black Ferrari, with its toughness in elegance, is like a gentle and gentle Sven Beast. There is a glimpse of doubt in Wilson's eyes in the car. He hears Nagini's anxious voice and can't help but look:

　　"Not very clear, what happened? Nagini, you said slowly."

　　Taking a deep breath and pressing on the irritability of the heart because of uneasiness, Nagini's eyes flashed anxiously: "Toledo and Owen are going to participate in this game today, I don't feel very good."

　　Wilson in the car frowned, and a flash of confusion in his eyes: "I remember that the registration last month did not stop?"

　　Although he is not interested in racing, he also knows the professional modified car competition.

　　But he knows because of his men, the god of underground racing from New York - Hunter. The other party mentioned it to himself some time ago and said that he regretted that he did not participate in the professional modified car competition.

　　At that time, Wilson chatted casually. I didn't expect that even with Hanter's chatter and eloquence, a bunch of unnoticed terms and technical terms made Wilson's head big.

　　So for this game, Wilson also has some shallow understanding.

　　According to Wilson's news, Owen is preparing for his bet during the registration of the professional modified car contest, so he and Hant will miss the game.

　　But listening to Wilson's doubts, Nagini became more and more annoyed: "This is the key to the problem! How has Owen entered the game that has stopped signing up? I have a bad feeling, Wilson, I need your help."

　　Wilson was silent for a moment and finally shook his head: "Sorry, Nagini. I am picking up a doctor at the Los Angeles airport. The other party will cure Mrs. Samantha today."

　　Nagini glimpsed, and his eyes flashed a disappointment.

　　For him, Mrs. Samantha and Owen have the same weight in his heart. UU reading www.uukanshu. Com But Wilson is different, and Mrs. Samantha in his heart is irreplaceable.

　　But after a moment, Najibini's disappointment disappeared. He once again cheered: "Nothing, Wilson, I can understand. But can you help me find the location of the game and the phone of the organizer? I am in a hurry. ""

　　This time, the brawny in Ferrari was not silent. He readily agreed to Nagini: "Of course, I have a friend who happened to participate in the game. I believe he will be willing to help you."

　　A long sigh of relief, Nagini flashed a glance in his eyes: "Thank you."

　　But at the other end of the phone, Wilson shook his head: "Nothing, we are friends, and I have not helped."

　　In the face of Wilson's remarks, Nagini had a smile on his lips. He said sincerely: "But for me, this help is already great. Wilson, if you have any trouble, feel free to come to me, believe I, I will not let my friends down."

　　Wilson did not care about Nagini's rhetoric.

　　In his opinion, a six-year-old child, even if he has the ability, can't help himself.

　　But what I think is different from what I say in my mouth, the world of adults is so complicated, Wilson nods and no longer mentions this:

　　"That line, do you have time now? I can let this friend contact the angel orphanage."

　　Nagini looked at the clock that was built on the teaching building. He estimated the time: "I have time now. Half an hour, no, twenty-one minutes later, I will appear in the Angel Orphanage. "

　　 The 304 bus is not far away, and Nagini must go to the Angel Orphanage.

　　As for class?

　　He can't manage that much.

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Chapter 17 Death Racing

　　When it comes to the United States, it has to mention the American car culture.

　　As one of the most developed countries in the world with the strongest force, the United States lacks cultural heritage, but it has also created many new cultures that no other country has.

　　The most famous of these is the car culture.

　　Due to the war dividend, after the end of World War II, the American economy was unprecedentedly developed, and mass production reduced the cost of the car to a level acceptable to all.

　　Under the rush of the times, the road area of ​​the United States reached its peak during that period, which gave birth to a new culture - car culture!

　　In America, you can have no room, no job, but you can't have no car.

　　Because of the car culture, the American racing industry has always maintained a strong vitality. This is also why the world has cars, but Transformers is the reason that the Americans came up with.

　　The professional modified car competition is a product of the times.

　　Hunter, the god of underground racing from New York, is wearing a red hat and holding a beer in his hand, watching the round of exciting competitions in the hot sun and people around him.

　　At this moment, he is not the car god in the streets of New York. Like everyone else, he integrates and enjoys the happiness of the audience.

　　"Jingle Bell!"

　　The phone rang, and Hanter's eyes flashed a bit of irritability.

　　Work is work, rest is rest, Hunter does not like to call him when he is resting. In particular, he is watching a stimulating modified car contest.

　　However, after seeing the phone number, Hunter was second.

　　No way, Wilson is not only his boss, but also a slapstick bastard.

　　Offending the boss, let you get out of the way.

　　Offended Wilson, how many bodies are buried in the deep water port of Los Angeles? Is there no point in my heart?

　　"Hey, boss, are you looking for me?"

　　"Hant, are you in a professional car competition?"

　　"Yes, boss, don't tell me you have to come, I remember you don't catch this thing."

　　"Remember Owen, the one that played with you last time."

　　"Of course, the guy's level is good, what's the boss?"

　　"Although it's not clear what happened, you seem to want to stop him from continuing the game. Give you a proposal, he has no time to sign up with you."

　　"Understood, boss, I will handle this matter. Damn America, damn black box operation, I will let Owen understand that he is not advisable."

　　Wilson hangs up with satisfaction, although Hante has a broken mouth, but his ability is no problem.

　　Hant's mouth hangs up and makes a slap in the face. Although Wilson didn't say what happened, he didn't care about it. He only knew two things:

　　First, I and Owen also missed the registration, but they were turned away, and Owen participated in the competition, which made him very upset.

　　Second, although Irving is also the boss, he even helped the boss to win. But this order is also spoken by the boss, so his next behavior will not be taught by the boss.

　　This is human nature. People may become friends because of the same thing, and they may become enemies through the same thing. If there is no Wilson's phone call, Hunter will not pay attention to this matter, but with Wilson's phone number?

　　Unfortunately, who makes this the boss's order?

　　Hant's thought of gloating.

　　This is also Wilson's clever place. He did not tell Hant that the next thing he might do was to save Owen. Wilson is very clear that evil is better than good and can motivate people.

　　If a person wants to help others, the common thing is action. And if a person wants to hurt others, he will think a lot.

Then cooperate with the action.
　　This is the two very different attitudes of human beings facing good and evil.

　　Like Wilson thought, after hanging up the phone, Hunter was happy to find the organizer of the professional modified car contest.

　　The director of the organizer is a black man, the other is very strong, as if he can beat himself to death, but Hunt does not care, he throws a cigarette at hand:

　　"Man, I want to ask, why can Owen Toledo participate in the competition?"

　　The black man turned his eyes, but looking at the face of the smoke, he did not have the idea: "You asked this question is stupid, he is not a criminal, why can't he participate in the competition?"

　　After a burst of clouds, Hanter shook his head and denied: "But as far as I know, Owen did not participate in the registration."

　　The black man's brow wrinkled and his eyes flashed a little badly: "Man, what do you mean?"

　　Hant ignored the threat of the other side, and his eyes flashed a dissatisfaction: "Man, I need an explanation, why Irving can participate in the competition, I can not."

　　The black man was stunned. He looked at Hunter and his eyes flashed a surprise: "Hant? The one in New York?"

　　Looking at the other person's surprised eyes, Hanter's eyes flashed a touch of satisfaction.

　　The feeling of being recognized is always very good, which makes his self-esteem greatly satisfied, so Hante readily admits: "Yes, I am Hunter, and Hunt is me."

　　But unfortunately, the black man turned his eyes and looked at himself with disdain: "Man, you are a loser. But Irving is different, maybe you can use this as a reward for the winner?"

　　Hunter's face is a bit ugly. He has had many failures in his life, but the failure of Owen is one of the most unwilling to accept.

　　Seriously, from the bottom of my heart, Hunter does not think that Irving is stronger than himself.

　　But no way, he can't win that game.

　　Although he lost, he lost $100,000, but he gained hope for the future and to live. And he won the reward of 100,000 US dollars, but the next day will sink into the sea.

　　At the time, Hunter could only make this choice, which was the most unacceptable choice in his life.

　　So at the same moment when the voice of the black man was falling, Hunter's face was gloomy. He looked at the other person with a disgusted look, and his mouth sneered a sneer:

　　"Man, I don't care. I only know that if Owen can participate, then I have to participate. Otherwise let him down, let's get out together. If you know me, you should know who my boss is."

　　The face of the black brawny has froze, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com He knows who Hant's current boss is, which makes him look a little more entangled: "Man, your request is a bit too much."

　　But Hunter ignored it, and he sneered: "That's your business,"

　　Helplessly sighed, the black man shook his head: "If you don't, you talk to our boss?"

　　Hanter glanced, his eyes flashed doubts: "Boss? boss?"

　　The black man shrugged: "Boss, boss, don't all mean the same thing?"

　　Hant thought about it, although the title was a bit odd, because only the gangs would call the boss, but he didn't think much. After all, the other party was black, and the black internal gang relationship was very complicated.

　　At the same time, in the final round of the professional modified car competition, as a special guest, the appearance of Owen made the atmosphere of the scene reach an unprecedented peak.

　　On the racing track, Owen looked at the little man with a pale face next to him, and his eyes couldn't help but flash a concern: "Man, what's your name? Your face seems a little too good?"

　　The little man was a little nervous. He crept with a slap in the face: "Kenny, call me Kenny, Owen boss, probably because you are too excited to see you, you know, this is my first time to participate in the competition. "

　　There was a glimpse of surprise in Owen's eyes. He patted Kenny's shoulder and encouraged him with kindness:

　　"For the first time? Kenny, you are definitely a genius. You must know that when I first participated in the modified car competition, I will be out of the third round. You are a genius, I am looking forward to your performance."

　　Kenny sneaked, then nodded seriously: "Reassured, Owen boss, I will not let you down!"

　　A very normal conversation, but what is not normal is that the moment Kenny turned around, the madness that flashed in his eyes!

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