"Helen, could you please go out first?" Li Zitao looked at her and said.

"Okay, I'm right outside the door." Dr. Helen left with her assistant and closed the door.

Hearing that there was no response from the phone, Li Zitao took off his pocket watch and put it on the table, then took off his coat, and then his shirt.

"How is that possible?" Adelaide was extremely surprised when she saw his intact back.

"I said, the water is not as scary as it looks." Li Zitao picked up the phone again, and MacArthur's voice was already ringing on the phone.

"It's really amazing, but what are these?" Looking at the back of her fiancé who was talking to the chief of staff on the phone, Adelaide found some small marks on it.

Some are like some kind of colorless tattoo, or marks left by skin folds, but this kind of graphics.

"Douglas, don't tell me that this is difficult to do. They killed not only my people, but also the heroes of the United States. Those veterans won the war and allowed the United States to have 10 golden years and achieve its success.

Be strong and prosperous.”

Li Zitao behaved very irritably, like a drunken maniac, talking rubbish on the phone, shouting about revenge and killing them.

Douglas MacArthur had even more headaches. Two veterans died, an assassination targeted a rich man of color, and a European princess was implicated.

He could imagine the pressure from public opinion and European royal families. During the Great Depression, people's emotions were riotous and restless, and they always needed to vent.

Once the matter is not handled properly, those bastards who are idle at home will definitely jump out to hold demonstrations and protests, and bring some fun to Washington.

But it is Washington that should have a headache first, not him.

"I will sue the California police, that's all." Douglas didn't want to get involved in these matters. That is the responsibility of politicians, not soldiers.

"I still need to make a few phone calls. It's very safe here. You can take a hot bath to relax and check that your family is safe."

After leaving his fiancée to Helen to take care of, Li Zitao returned to the chair and sat down, rubbing the corners of his eyes and closing his eyes in deep thought.

If such a big thing happens, public opinion will soon reach Luxembourg, and no one can try to hide it.

As for the truth, the most questionable one is the Kendi family, but precisely because it is the Kendi family, this matter becomes very troublesome.

If it was really them who did it, Li Zitao believed that they had already dug a series of traps, waiting for him to jump into them.

If you want to retaliate, the first thing you need to consider is what the other party will do.

When he sends people to retaliate, capture his men and then take the opportunity to drive them out of the United States?

This is most likely to happen. The impact of what happened outside the Kendi Manor has not completely dissipated.

Once someone gets caught, what happened last time will be blamed on him regardless of whether there is evidence or not. Moreover, it is indeed related to him.

At that time, all the images he has created will be shattered, and he will be called a "conspirator," "assassin," "brutal Chinese," etc.

There seems to be no other choice but to get out of here in despair.

Just forget it?

Not to mention his unwillingness, but the four dead men died in vain without even an explanation?

"I hope my guess is wrong." After calming down, Li Zitao hoped that his guess was wrong.

Ring bell

The phone rang, and when he heard John Rockefeller Jr.'s voice, he knew the aftermath of the incident was beginning to unfold.

Just before night fell, Lawrence brought him unexpected news: "There was also a shooting outside the Kendi Manor, and four bodyguards and two maids were killed."

Trying to cover it up, or is someone fishing in troubled waters?

Li Zitao was not sure. He was waiting for Hans to knock open the water-spitter's mouth.

I thought it would be a difficult thing to do, but I never thought that the water-thrower's mouth was not as strong as he thought.

The other party is a member of the Ku Klux Klan, a white supremacist, and a typical racist.

After going bankrupt, he has been preaching everywhere that it was the damn Chinese and black people who took away their jobs, usurped social welfare and national resources, and made him fall into what he is now.

He would attack Li Zitao and Adelaide before, just for revenge and to make them taste pain.

"No one instigated it?" Li Zitao was skeptical.

"I don't think he can lie unless he has received special training." Hans said expressionlessly.

Special training. He has lived and worked in this city for the past 10 years and has never changed places.

The annual vacation is only to go to a farm in the suburbs, a strip party, etc. This possibility is extremely low.

In other words, this is really the impromptu idea of ​​a racist.

"Where are the gunmen?" If it is true, there is one less clue.

"No one was caught. Someone was covering for them, and it was someone from the police." After Hans' people arrived, they began to search for the gunman.

However, they were interrogated by the police during the tracking process. The reason was simple. After such a bad shooting incident, the whole city was on alert.

Of course, they would step forward to investigate the expressionless special agents carrying guns, and luckily, everyone was stopped.

"Captain Mounted Police, did he say anything?" This is the only clue in hand.

The corners of Hans's mouth suddenly raised, and he said with a smile, "A lot."

"Andrew Batty, about 40 years old, unemployed. He has been involved in some small gangs for a long time. He does everything by cheating and kidnapping. He has a wife and a 13-year-old daughter. He currently works at a strip club in Block 42."

"It was such a wonderful first half of life." He was a 13-year-old stripper, and he was sent in by himself. To say he was a scumbag was a compliment.

"Who asked you to come?" Li Zitao asked, sitting opposite him, looking at the 'mountain police captain' who had a bruised nose and a swollen face with his feet on the nail board.

"I, I don't know." Barty opened his eyes with difficulty and saw a fist covered with calluses.

boom!

"I said, I don't know." He closed his eyes in pain, the corners of his black eyes burst, and blood flowed down his cheeks to the ground.

boom!

"Now, do you remember what you started?" He punched him in the abdomen again. Looking at Barty who was retching with his mouth wide open, Hans pulled his hair and asked.

"Yes, it's Becca, Becca asked me to do it." Buddy said a name.

The gangsters like him, those mounted policemen, his captain's uniform, pistols, and horses were all provided by this man named Becca.

"Where is he?" Beka, a very unfamiliar name, it seems that the person who wants his life is very cautious.
Chapter completed!