Tianbaoli didn't wait for Zhang Jing's reply for a long time, which was a huge blow to her.
Seriously depressed.
Under the persuasion of the cowboy leader Carter, he decided to go back first and return to the rental house in San Fernando.
She and her mother rented one of the four-bedroom rental houses. Her mother went to work during the day, and she could only feel safe by hiding under the table.
Zhang Jing didn't know that Tianbaoli was suffering, sad, tormented, and tormented in her heart.
Due to the slow forwarding of messages back and forth and signal problems, it took four hours for him to receive a reply from Ding Jiaqi.
Only then did I realize that Tianbaoli is really a Tianbaoli!
Like Guo Qiang, Zhang Jing also felt as if his jaw dropped. That fool was actually a genius. How could it be possible?
When speaking, his eyes are as wide as bull's eyes, and he can also open his mouth very wide. He is clearly mentally ill.
Worried that Tianbaoli would be snatched away by others, Zhang Jing was taking a bath in the hotel room. Zhang Jing called his personal secretary Barbie and asked her to contact the airline. He wanted to go back immediately! Go back immediately!
All he needed was a backpack. Before leaving, Zhang Jing knocked on the door opposite.
Candela opened the door to the room in a bathrobe, wiped her hair, and asked, "There's no bath water in your room, right?"
"I rented a plane," Zhang Jing was not in the mood to play games with Candela and asked directly, "Are you going back?"
"We are in the wild, under the scorching sun for a whole week," Candela reminded Zhang Jing, "There is no need to be in such a hurry. How about we leave tomorrow?"
"I'm in a hurry."
"Okay," Candela agreed, "I'll pack my bags for five minutes."
Zhang Jing nodded and stopped at the door to wait.
The next second, Candela turned around and dropped her bathrobe at the same time, leaving her barefoot and naked.
Not embarrassed at all, Zhang Jing closed the door for her.
After waiting for about two minutes, while Zhang Jing was playing with his mobile phone, a man walked over from the elevator direction of the passage.
The white man is about 35 years old, about 1.8 meters tall, looks burly, wearing a gray T-shirt, and has a dagger tattoo on his shoulder.
Zhang Jing had seen the visitor in the scope, but didn't recognize him.
A week ago, if he had not been bitten by a venomous snake, he would have had eight petals broken into pieces like his companions.
After confirming that the other party had no weapons, Zhang Jing returned to his room and left the door open for the other party.
Then, the strange man entered Zhang Jing's room and closed the door from inside.
At this time, if there were outsiders present and saw the strange man looking directly at Zhang Jing, they would think there was a love story between them.
"You killed all my core teammates," the person in charge of the assassination operation, Ray Milgert, glared at Zhang Jing and said word by word, "Today, I will twist your head off!"
"Would it be too bloody?" Zhang Jing suggested. "Would the bullets be better?"
"Bullets can't eliminate my anger towards you," Ray Milgert said with almost solid hatred. "Before I twist off your head, I will pull out your intestines and hang them around your neck."
Zhang Jing was speechless and reminded the strong man, "You wanted to kill me first, I just resisted."
"You shouldn't resist, and you shouldn't kill them if you resist," Ray Milgert said without any shame, "Why don't you just die!"
Damn it, Zhang Jing doesn't bother to talk nonsense when he encounters unreasonable people.
It just so happened that Ray Milgert didn't want to say anything more and waved his fist to kill Zhang Jing.
A metal bottle the size of a small thermos cup appeared in Zhang Jing's hand, and an unknown liquid spurted out under Ray Milgert's incredulous gaze.
Liquid sticks to face, nose, eyes.
For half a second, Ray Milgert knelt down with his face in his arms, losing all resistance.
After confirming that Lao Daijin's new invention worked well, before Ray Milgert screamed, Zhang Jing took a step forward, held his big head with both hands, and turned 180 degrees!
The corpse instantly softened and was put into the mithril space for later use.
As for why he didn't collect the previous four corpse books into the mithril space, it was mainly because they were too scattered. The four people asked him to run thirty-six times before collecting them all.
Although it exists in the silver secret space and does not move around or change, it looks so frustrating!
At four o'clock in the evening the next day, Zhang Jing landed in Los Angeles.
Enter the country, pick up the car, and rush immediately to No. 17-2601, San Fernando-Victoria Avenue.
Passing through Beverly Hills and West Hollywood, continue driving due north-east for about 22 kilometers to reach the city of San Fernando.
No. 17 is a middle-class community. On both sides of the road are wooden villas with similar appearances and lawns in the front and back.
Driving slowly on the asphalt road inside the community, Zhang Jing quickly found the person.
Trimble was mowing the lawn in the front yard with a lawnmower, and two malicious teenagers nearby mocked her for being an idiot and a freak.
Tianbaoli, on the other hand, grinned while working, trying very hard not to cry.
Parking the car on the roadside in front of the yard, pushing the door open and getting out, Zhang Jing drove away the two children who had a mother but not a father.
Tianbaoli turned around to look at Zhang Jing, looking a little scared.
"Thank you very much for your efficient work," Zhang Jing looked into Tianbaoli's eyes, took out 10,000 yuan from his pocket, and highly praised: "I have seen your design, it is very useful, a genius method."
"I thought those drawings were not adopted," Tianbaoli said without looking directly at Zhang Jing, "There has been no news from yesterday morning to now."
"No," Zhang Jing said with certainty, "Your drawings are very useful. I even rented a plane from Africa just for this matter."
Tian Baoli only has severe autism and no problem with her brain. She felt that Zhang Jing valued her, so she stepped forward and gently accepted the 10,000-meter commission.
"Do you live here with your parents?" Zhang Jing wanted to sign Template with a 15- or 20-year contract and deliberately created a topic. "This house is very beautiful, and the lawn you mowed is also very beautiful."
“My mother and I rent one of the rooms here,” Tamboli explained. “I can earn 50 meters from the landlord by mowing the lawn.”
"Is your mother home?"
"Not here," Tempao Li turned off the lawnmower as she spoke and timidly invited, "If you want some coffee, I can make it for you."
"Of course," Zhang Jing said thoughtfully, "I like drinking coffee."
Actually, he doesn't like it. He likes to drink black tea.
Follow Tianbaoli through the front yard, which is about 60 to 70 square meters. When you enter the door, you will find a public living room. On the left side of the living room are two rooms.
Tianbaoli lives with her mother in a single room in the back room.
The single room is about 16 to 17 square meters in size, has windows and a bathroom, and the overall feeling is good.
"Please sit down," Tempao Li said, trying her best to entertain the guests. "Do you want iced coffee? Or hot coffee?"
"Actually, I don't want to drink coffee," Zhang Jing explained, "I'm very interested in your drawings."
Tianbaoli was surprised at first, and then happy. She was very happy to be recognized.
"You also like mechanical and structural design, right?"
"Yes," Zhang Jing nodded, "Do you have any other drawings? If so, I'd like to see them."
"Yes." As she spoke, Tianbaoli turned around and knelt down, stretching her head under the bed. "My treasures are all in the box."
Zhang Jing nodded and stood behind her waiting.
At this time, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside. Letitia, who was 1.75 meters tall, weighed about 110 pounds, and had long brown-blond hair, came back from get off work.
She happened to see a man behind her daughter, seeming to be pushing a cart.
Without thinking, he just took the instant dinner in his hand and slammed it on the stranger's back.
Some people died, but not completely...
