As night falls, the Bronx is obviously much darker than other districts in New York. People here are used to going home early. The increasingly bad security situation puts pressure on everyone, not only the citizens but also the police.

More and more protests made everyone nervous. The police even had to send one-third of the Bronx police forces to patrol the night. There were flashing police lights on almost every street. Passers-by bowed their heads and hurried over, annoyed by the police's scrutiny eyes, but there was nothing we could do.

Two policemen, one old and one young, leaned against the police car and half-squinted their eyes to rest. Suddenly, they heard a greeting and looked up. A young Chinese man carrying a pile of lunch boxes stood in front of them.

"Police officers, your supper."

"Oh, aren't you the chef at the restaurant at the end of China Street? We didn't order anything from you today." The young policeman said in confusion.

However, the old policeman had already picked up a stack of lunch boxes with a little keenness. The young policeman looked at his movements with some confusion. The old policeman took a puff of cigarettes and looked at the young man and said, "Don't worry, there are people guarding both intersections of Chinatown, and those who make trouble cannot reach your place."

"Oh, by the way, you have to open the door two hours late tomorrow morning. Someone wants to pass by the intersection of your front street. They are the subordinates of the Black Street Rat Ya. They will definitely shoot at that time. Tell your boss to hide in the store and don't come out, otherwise they will be shot."

The Chinese young man stroked his chest and breathed a sigh of relief and said: Thank you so much, officer, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have wanted to go delivering food tomorrow morning."

The old policeman opened the lunch box and said, "Are you Chinese? Don't worry, the Chinese gang is famous, and Mouse Ya dare not offend the boss there. Just hide, no one dares to cause trouble for you."

The Chinese young man immediately smiled gratefully, but then showed a somewhat embarrassed expression. He took out two lunch boxes from the package behind the bicycle and said, "Mr. Police officer, I'm afraid you have to pass it over. This is the meal ordered by Officer Julius in our restaurant, but she seems to be in the street."

The old police officer waved his hand impatiently, put down the lunch box, moved the roadblock next to him, and said, "Just go in and give it to her. By the way, don't expect her to tip. This incident made her very angry during the day. You can come out quickly after delivering the meal, otherwise you will be careful of being troubled by the crazy alcoholic woman."

"Thank you, thank you! I'll come out immediately after delivery."

The young man pushed his bicycle into the blockade line. He chuckled softly and said in his mind: "I've said a long time ago, don't knock down the police. I hate fighting and killing."

A cold snorted in his mind, and Venom said angrily: "If you hadn't had to eat, pick up your clothes, check in, and clean up your lesson plans, we would have done it a few hours earlier!"

"And you Asians are always like this. In order not to have conflicts, you would rather go around several turns. Efficiency! We need efficiency!"

"Don't do this, Venom, isn't this efficient enough? I'm just going back to the restaurant where I help the kitchen. I just made 8 more meals while the boss was not there. Of course, they only ordered 7... So, do you want one?"

"I want that sweet and sour tenderloin and black chicken soup!"

"You are so good at choosing." Xu Shangqi reached out and opened the package hanging behind the bicycle, took out two portions of hot rice, and in the corner of the building, venom instantly wrapped his body and swallowed two lunch boxes in one bite.

“Hot!!!”

Venom screamed, chewing the food in his mouth while sucking, and said, "Of course, I have been to Chinese restaurants with Eddie, but the dishes there are so expensive. After Eddie resigned, he didn't have that much money to eat."

"So you ended up eating those Chinese foods?"

"It's almost the same. He said he has a small appetite. Every time there is a bunch left, I will solve it." Venom licked his fangs, but unexpectedly, Xu Shang said angrily: "Then he must love you very much. My mother also said that she couldn't eat snacks, and then she left me the delicious dishes."

Venom was silent for a while and said, "Is your mother still waiting for you at home?"

"Maybe yes, but she may never be able to wait for me." Xu Shang shook his head in anger, and then said in confusion: "Can you see my memories? Can't you see my past?"

“I have no interest in the past of a ball lettuce.”

"All right."

"Wait a minute, do you have no objection to me that you are ball lettuce?"

"I like lettuce very much, it's delicious and nutritious."

Venom shut up.

He found that this young man had a really good temper and could even be called a little timid, which was different from all the hosts he had ever met. Even Peter, who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who

Soon, Xu Shangqi, who entered the cordon under the pretext of delivering food, came to the door of a building in the Bronx. The cordon was even denser, and two police cars were parked. A blond female police officer stood at the door with a serious expression.

"Who is Officer Julis?" Xu Shang shouted angrily: "The meal you ordered is here, do you want to open it now?"

The female police officer turned around and winked at the subordinate next to her, but she thought about it again, but she walked up to take the lunch box from Xu Shangqi. While helping her open the lunch box and unpack the chopsticks, Xu Shangqi asked as if she was a little curious: "Police Officer, what's wrong?"

The female police officer was a little alert at first, but when she saw Xu Shang's angry face, she recalled that the young man seemed to always deliver food nearby, so she said: "Pierre Reeves, the leader of the protest the day before yesterday, was found dead at 3 pm today, and was shot and killed. The bullet model was the same as the model commonly used by the Bronx police."

Xu Shang took a breath of air and his face was a little bad. He was not a show. He had never encountered a murder since he was a child. When he thought that there might be a corpse lying in the house, he felt uncomfortable all over.

When the female police officer found that Xu Shangqi's reaction was not like a fake, she felt more relieved, so she asked: "You have been delivering food nearby recently, have you seen any suspicious characters?"

Xu Shangqi recalled it and remembered nothing. He was about to refuse, but Venom whispered in his mind: "Tell her there."

"Isn't that a lie?"

"It's not a lie. You really saw a suspicious person. It's just that you didn't notice it yourself and didn't focus on him, so you can't remember it. But after I looked at your recent memory, there was a person who was really suspicious. Tell her as I said."

"It seems that there is really, police officer." Xu Shang replied angrily.

As soon as these words fell, all the police around him surrounded him and the sound of loading the pistols rang one after another. Xu Shangqi was immediately scared and hesitated. He was really allergic to guns.

The female police officer looked at Xu Shang's face that was very angry and obviously angry. She waved to the people around her and said, "Don't make a fuss, Asians are afraid of guns. Don't you know? They all disperse and take my law enforcement recorder over."

"Listen, boy, I hope to get clues, but I don't want to be fooled either, so I will use the law enforcement recorder to record the next thing you say, you have to be responsible for what you said."

The female police officer was already very restrained. Under the law enforcement style of the American police, her way of speaking was already gentle, but Xu Shang was still a little worried, but Venom had already controlled him to open his mouth.

"That day, I went to No. 9 Soren Street to deliver food. The bakery owner there ordered a small bun and millet porridge. When I finished delivering the food, I saw a man in a suit and tie entering the cigarette shop next to me."

"The suit he is wearing should be a pretty good brand. I have seen many such guests when I was helping with the chef in a Chinese restaurant."

The female police officer immediately frowned. She first looked at Xu Shangqi's clothes on the kitchen, and then believed what he said.

The Chinese restaurant where Xu Shangqi is located is indeed a store that only the middle class can afford.

In fact, Chinese restaurants in New York Chinatown are very expensive, and a very ordinary stir-fry can be sold for dozens of dollars, which cannot be affordable to ordinary people.

"No. 9 Soren Street? No, it's not a middle-class community. How could a man in a suit that can enter a Chinese restaurant appear there?" the female police officer said to herself.

"Are there any other characteristics?" she asked.

"If I read it right, his briefcase had a camera in it. When he walked past me, the surface of the briefcase had the camera's outline and the protruding marks of the lens."

The female police officer immediately opened her eyes wide and said, "Reporter?!"

"Oh, it turns out he's a reporter," Venom continued, "that shouldn't be a clue, right? There are a lot of reporters recently, and they're all about shooting protests, aren't they?"

"No, there is no protest on Soren Street. On the contrary, the street is very close to here... He is very likely to be filming the murderer in this murder case, which means he knew in advance that the murderer would take action, or that the murderer might have been arranged by their people!"

The female police officer fumbled her lips with her hands and speculated, then she frowned and said, "But we were unable to arrest him as soon as possible. It's hard to guess who ordered all this."

"Isn't this simple?" Venom shrugged his shoulders and said, "Tomorrow morning, whoever is the first to report this murder is the first one."

The female police officer opened her eyes wide and looked at Xu Shangqi. Venom spread her hands and said, "Originally, they took such a big risk and spent so much effort to kill people and arrange reporters. They must be trying to create explosive points."

"But only the first news will be very popular. No matter how many follow-up interviews, the news is not as good as the first news. Just look at which newspaper will be the first to break the case tomorrow. Wouldn't you know which newspaper behind the scenes have any involvement with?"

"Yes, you're right." The female police officer said instinctively, but at this moment, a police officer rushed in in a panic and said to the female police officer: "No, Officer Julis! New York TV has just inserted an emergency news that a leader of the Bronx protests was murdered, and the police have characterized the case as suicide!"

Officer Julis glared and said, "We have already started investigating it, but we have determined it? And who spread the news? Didn't we block the scene?"

"Obviously, we framed each other." Venom shook his head and said.

Julis gritted her teeth and said, "These damn paparazzi! They have already become bold enough to plan a murder case to create news. No, no, I understand, it is another way to intensify the conflict, damn it!"

After saying that, she sighed helplessly and said, "If I had returned to the bureau and applied for an arrest warrant, I would have to be approved at least tomorrow night. By then, the murderer would have destroyed the evidence and fled... It was not the first time."

"Maybe, I can help." Venom looked into Officer Julius's eyes and said, "I knock on someone else's door, no search warrant is needed."

Julis looked at him with some confusion, but then she showed a sudden enlightenment and said, "Yes! You are a delivery person! You are still Asian, no one would have thought that Asians would help the police, you will always hide away."

"But, are you really willing to help?" Julis pursed her lips and said, "I have to remind you that this is very dangerous. The other party must have a gun, and there may be something more dangerous than a gun."

This attitude surprised Xu Shangqi a little. The American police's unscrupulous style of acting is famous all over the world.

Julis looked at Xu Shang's angry face and said, "You are about the same age as my brother. Your mother must be waiting for you to come home, so if you are afraid, I will pretend that you have never said this...I'll apply for a search warrant."

"Do you want to go with her? You decide for yourself." Venom stopped saying that.

Xu Shang took a deep breath. He was really scared. He had never seen so many guns and bullets in his life. Any of them would kill him.

But at the same time, he developed another emotion. Will this innocent leader of the protest have a chance to travel through time? During the conflict between the protests, do the dead citizens and police have a chance to travel through time?

According to common sense, there is definitely not, but they didn’t have to travel through time. They could live their own lives well, enjoy such advanced and advanced technology, and live a stable life.

But now, some people don’t want them to continue living like this, some people want to regress and let everything return to a time when there is insufficient productivity, so why do these people do this?

Technology development and social progress are good things for any ordinary person, except for a group of people - real demons who overwhelm others and want to continue to live by exploitation, and do not want to make progress or make progress.

That group of exploiters who had been to make blood and sacrifice for the past, and also to lay down the last shovel of soil.

Xu Shang was indeed afraid of death, but at least he was sure of one thing: in this world, his motherland was still very powerful.

He is not without a home, nor without relatives. He has a thousand obstacles, and the world is far away from a class and a comrade.

The helplessness of wandering in another world will surely develop a firmer will. The lonely and helpless wanderer needs greater ideals to drive away pain. The more he feels pain, the more he wants greatness.

So what ideal can be great? Let human laughter be happy for human happiness, so that millions of mothers can wait for their children with expectations, and that millions of children can see their mothers after being exhausted?

"Are you saying true?" Xu Shangqi suddenly asked in his mind.

"Is something real?"

"That's what I said to take me as a superhero."

"Of course it's true."

Xu Shang smiled shyly and said.

"Okay, officer, let's go."

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Chapter completed!