The car continued to move forward, and Zhang Jing's target location was 2455 Hannaford Avenue, Oxnard, California, which is the address of Omar's new villa.
As expected and reasonable, I didn't drive very far, less than five kilometers, when I was stopped by a police car halfway. ..
It was obvious that they were cooperating with a traffic policeman and wanted to cause trouble for them.
The question is, who has so much energy?
Until now, Zhang Jing had not figured out who the young white man was who was following him in the bathroom at the Sanmen Island Scenic Area in Xiangjiang.
I still remember that the other party was very arrogant and fearless in the face of a pistol. He also said that Zhang Jing did not dare to shoot because he could not dispose of his body.
It was satisfying to be arrogant for a while, but later reincarnation was busy. Zhang Jing decisively shot the opponent to death, and everything has been calm since then.
The reason why I think of the young white man who died in the prison now is similar to the current situation. He was targeted for no apparent reason.
The two African-American policemen worked for a long time but failed to find what they wanted. They were disappointed and let Zhang Jing leave.
The car set off again and arrived at 2455 Hannaford Avenue twenty minutes later. The car stopped at the door. Zhang Jing thought about it again and decided to call Li Xing.
Wen Li once said that as long as she is willing to accept the inheritance of the Xu family, she will provide help within her ability.
At that time, Zhang Jing laughed at the old lady because she was young and had limited abilities. Thinking about it now, her face still hurts.
"Are you in trouble?" Li Xing asked on the phone.
"Half an hour ago, I passed a school bus and was stopped by two police officers, a man and a woman. The female police officer wrote a ticket for me, and the male police officer hid a pistol in my car. After driving five or six kilometers, I was stopped by a second state police car. , do you know the reason?"
"I don't know," Li Xing said in a relaxed tone, "You can try to put yourself in someone else's shoes and maybe you can figure it out."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Jing frowned.
"I just have a business trip to Los Angeles. Let's meet and chat tomorrow."
Zhang Jing was thoughtful after hanging up the phone. Could it be that the Bronze Dragon caused trouble? Couldn't it be Edward's treasure? Is it the raw material for targeted drugs? A love letter from the Queen?
I've done so many bad things, it's so frustrating.
After sorting out his emotions, the car drove into No. 2455. This is Omar's newly purchased villa, and Zhang Jing is the guest today.
Omar studied abroad in Long Country when he was a teenager, and was a classmate of Liang Jieshu. Zhang Jing met him in Xiangjiang.
Entering the gate of the villa, there are green lawns and vertical fish-shaped sculpture fountains on both sides. Generally speaking, there is little rain in California. What is lacking is supplemented. The rich like to use fountains to decorate.
In contrast, Zhang Jingxian was very low-key. He only had two private reservoirs and more than 20 wells when he took over Kanfen Farm. He did not add anything related to water at all.
Driving thirty meters along the cement road, the entrance to the villa looks like a luxury car show, with Ferrari, McLaren, Big Bull, 3, and Lotus. Zhang Jing thought it was low-key, but in fact the X5 stood out, being the largest.
"Welcome to my party." Omar spread his hands.
Like many people, Omar also likes to use perfume and wishes he could pour a bottle on himself. Zhang Jing held his breath and gave him a kiss.
Omar's full name is "Omar Burkan Agara". He is a native of the emirate. The saying that I am the richest in the world with a piece of cloth on my head refers to them.
Looking at the two-story sand-colored brick-concrete villa in front of him, Zhang Jing praised, "The villa is very beautiful, and the view is also very good. You have a good vision."
Omar was very happy to be praised, so he introduced, "Naru Dateji is here, and there are a few other friends, I will introduce them to you."
Zhang Jing is a treasure hunter, and he has the Xu family as his backer. He doesn't need to know many friends, so he can't refuse his hospitality and nods in agreement.
Entering the foyer of the villa, you will see a large transparent living room, about 20 meters long, with a direct view of the backyard landscape; about 25 meters wide from left to right, with two curved stairs, which looks very symmetrical.
The living room is about 5 meters high, with a wave-shaped crystal chandelier hanging in the center, which is extremely luxurious.
At a buffet-style party, less than ten men and women were drinking and chatting, with several waiters busy nearby.
Dateji Naru was also there. When he saw Zhang Jingying coming over, he came up to say hello, "You're late."
"It's bad luck," Zhang Jing complained, "I was stopped by two police cars on the road."
Dateji Ming sympathized with Zhang Jing for a second and reminded: "You are very unlucky today, but it has just begun. There was a guy at the party who thought I was from the Dragon Kingdom. Like a mad dog, he came up and yelled at me, saying that I They eat all kinds of animals, and you won’t be able to avoid that guy with the red face.”
Zhang Jing's brows were twitching. He had already seen the lunacy that Dateji Narumi said. He had a face like a monkey's butt and walked over with a wine glass like a human or a dog.
The visitor smiled and said hello and asked Zhang Jing, "Are you from the Dragon Kingdom?"
"Are you from Bostan?" Knowing that the other party had bad intentions, Zhang Jingyuan fought back, "I heard that although you were severely sanctioned, you still yearn for Omi. Is it true?"
"How do you know I'm from Bostan?" The young man automatically ignored the embarrassing question and pretended to be curious.
"A person is nourished by the soil. I happened to read the news about Bostan recently, and I feel that you are very similar to them."
The young man has a dark expression. Postan has become famous online recently, but it is not a good reputation.
The protagonist is a 22-year-old Persian woman. At a Tehran station, a uniformed police officer thought she was not wearing a headscarf seriously and had a dispute with her. Amini died two days later.
The police concluded that the death was caused by a heart attack, but the family members of the deceased believed that the police were covering up the incident.
When connecting with reporters and netizens, Amini's father was asked about the cause of his daughter's death. When he was about to answer, the connection was suddenly interrupted; when reporters and netizens asked the deceased's father this question, it was interrupted again.
This strange process happened several times, resulting in the anger of thousands of locals.
For five or six days in a row, protests broke out that were dissatisfied with the rules and regulations, and direct large-scale violent conflicts broke out on the streets.
Without giving the young man a chance to speak, Zhang Jing counterattacked continuously, "I follow some video bloggers. They say that there are many scammers in Bostan, the quality is very low, and they belong to the Martyr ethnic group. It must not be true, right?"
"The bloggers I follow also said that people in Bostan are generally of very low quality," Isamiruji said, "There are really a lot of scammers!"
"Nonsense," the young man blushed fiercely, "There are some people who specifically target foreigners to defraud. Most ordinary people are good people. What you are talking about is not a common situation!"
Omar was entertaining guests with him when he noticed that Zhang Jing and the others were talking louder and louder. He came over to persuade them to make peace, "This is my party, you are all my friends, don't quarrel."
"There was no quarrel," Zhang Jing looked friendly. "We are discussing how to quickly accumulate the first pot of gold in life. Being a liar is a good way."
Because of its bad reputation, the word "liar" has become synonymous with the place.
The young man could no longer bear it and attacked Zhang Jing with his fists.
Zhang Jing was not someone to be trifled with. He raised his foot and hit the young man in the stomach without being hit by his fist. Then the two of them struggled together.
Zhang Jing has been bullied and bullied others. Zhang Jing fights very fiercely. He pins the opponent down, uses his hands and feet together, and smashes him wildly!
