Zhang Jing was unaware of the conversation between Zhong Chaoyang and his friend.
I drove back to Los Angeles at eight o'clock in the evening and passed by San Fernando. I remember there was a nightclub in front of me and a bulletproof car parked in a street parking space littered with garbage.
I don't know what other people's hobbies are, but he likes the music, lights, and lively atmosphere of nightclubs more and more.
Similar to the situation in the movie, there are always several tall black bodyguards at the door of the nightclub.
Don't worry, just go inside boldly.
With no tickets and a one-meter deposit, Zhang Jing walked in empty-handed and passed through a soundproof door. Behind him was a familiar formula and a familiar atmosphere - a smoky atmosphere.
Follow the beat, squeeze into the middle of the crowd, and watch the beautiful DJ playing DJs, pole dancing, and the men and women around you who are full of sweat.
Zhang Jing feels so good!
There are many targets, and you need to filter out those fake beauties who look beautiful because of the lighting.
After careful selection, a beautiful woman with short hair wearing a rubber coat and a short skirt was noticed by Zhang Jing.
He has real material and is not too old.
Afraid of being beaten up by her boyfriend, I made a point of observing her for a while to make sure she was alone, and decisively approached her to strike up a conversation.
"Hello," Zhang Jing squirmed while chatting up the other person, "Has anyone said that you look like Swift when you were young?"
The girl in a rubber coat and short skirt twisted her waist slightly while looking at Zhang Jing from close range.
One second, two seconds... the girl said exactly what she said: "Jack Zhang, boss mat."
"..."
Zhang Jing went to hell, and when he came out to make a fuss, how could he be recognized?
Seeing Zhang Jing's embarrassment, the girl explained: "I have been following your Twitter account for a long time, starting from the Champion Racecourse."
Zhang Jing felt relieved, "Shall I buy you a drink?"
"I'm not of legal drinking age yet," the girl in a rubber coat and short skirt said with a happy smile on her face, "Are you sure you want to buy me a drink?"
"Forget it," Zhang Jing gave up, "I don't want to go to jail."
Realizing what Zhang Jing wanted, the girl in a rubber coat and short skirt boldly said, "How about I go sit in your car?"
Of course, Zhang Jing is not worried about the other party being a fairy. He is just passing by here, and the randomness is very high.
However, when he left the nightclub with the little beauty.
He walked along the dim street lights until he was still twenty meters away from his car.
He looked up and saw two young black men. One was filming, and the other was frantically attacking his car with a baseball bat.
While shooting, smashing, and laughing.
The uncle could bear it and the aunt couldn't, so he stretched his hand under the coat on his waist.
Fake action.
A legally purchased, unenhanced, ordinary version of the m1911 pistol appeared in his hand. He fired directly at the black man who smashed the car from a distance of twenty meters.
One shot overturned the skull, and three consecutive shots.
Another black man taking the photo was so frightened that he screamed like a ghost, dropped his camera lens, rolled and crawled away.
The girl in the rubber coat and short skirt stopped thinking for a second and reminded Zhang Jingdao, "First call the police and call the ambulance, and then call the lawyer."
I didn’t expect the girl to be an expert.
Zhang Jing had already planned to do this. He took out his mobile phone to call the police for an ambulance, and finally called the lawyer Shen Mingming.
The girl in a gelcoat and short skirt used her mobile phone to record the live video. She was worried that someone would vandalize it.
In less than four minutes, the security police arrived first and quickly rescued the deceased.
The ambulance followed with its shrill scream.
Wearing a security hat and a law enforcement recorder on his chest, a black security police officer about 50 years old locked Zhang Jing's hands behind his back and asked, "Why did you shoot him?"
"He was attacking my car."
"He looks like just a child," a black security policeman in his fifties stood in front of Zhang Jing, "Did you give a warning before shooting?"
Zhang Jing argued rationally, "I'm not sure if they are carrying weapons."
At this time, another security policeman recognized Zhang Jing as the mat boss.
In addition, handguns are legal, protecting one's property is legal, and there is evidence of the black single-lens video content left behind by the black attacker.
And Shen Mingming is awesome.
Zhang Jing was released fifty minutes later and was temporarily unable to leave Los Angeles until the judge announced the end of the case.
The girl in black gelcoat had left half an hour early.
Zhang Jing drove to No. 924 Hongbeigang to accompany Silan and Ant.
Silan looks like a white beauty from an anime. Her characteristic is that she only wears loose tops, which are oversized.
But she is not fat, her skin is delicate, and her figure is amazing.
In addition, there is a newcomer in the family of No. 924, Xiaoyu, who is from the Kingdom of God. She has six years of experience in the military.
Everyone has to serve as a soldier for three years.
I spent another three years as a working soldier, working to make money.
In the dark night, lying on the bed, hugging Silan who was about to give birth to her second child, Zhang Jing felt a little restless. Could it be because he had just killed someone?
Feeling that her boyfriend's breathing was unstable, Silan thought Zhang Jing was in need and took the initiative to help solve the problem.
The time came to midnight.
My body was empty and I had just become sleepy. My cell phone, which was sleeping in a separate room, kept ringing in the study room attached to the master bedroom.
Zhang Jing didn't intend to answer it at first, but it kept ringing.
Taking advantage of his health, he grabbed Si Lan who was about to get up. Zhang Jing came to the study room and answered Shen Mingming's phone call.
"Mr. Zhang," Shen Mingming went straight to the point on the phone, "I didn't pay attention before, but I just learned that the black young man you killed was named Sebot. He had a total of 20 million fans on four platforms."
"His fans are very active and violent on social media at the moment and may storm the MAT headquarters."
Zhang Jing had a ball of black thread on his head, "That guy looks like 2-5-0, are you sure he has 20 million fans?"
"Mr. Zhang," Shen Mingming reminded Zhang Jing, "you cannot use the standards of D-area internet celebrities to measure black internet celebrities;
Seibert, who was beaten to death, specialized in making prank videos to attract fans;
These include smashing cars, stealing things, snatching maternity bags, attacking Asian elderly people, hiding toothpaste and mustard in food given to homeless people, etc. "
"..."
Forgive Zhang Jing for his limited knowledge, but that thing actually has 20 million fans. How crazy must his fans be?
To take precautions, Zhang Jing then called Mai... Suddenly something occurred to him and he hung up the call that had not been dialed.
Go back to the bedroom and put on your clothes, go down to the first floor, and knock on Xiaoyu's door.
"Boss," Xiaoyu, who is thin, short-haired, wheat-colored and wearing pajamas, asked, "Is something wrong?"
"I killed a black internet celebrity in the middle of the night. His fans may attack the mat department. I need to hire some people to protect it from losses."
"I have compatriots who can help," Xiaoyu continued, "They will protect the mat headquarters from being impacted or destroyed."
Zhang Jing was just trying, but he didn't expect that Xiao Yu could really do it. He asked repeatedly: "Are you sure?"
"I am sure."
"Everyone who participates in protection tasks will receive a remuneration of no less than 2,000 yuan," Zhang Jingyun promised, "and all injuries will be medically treated."
Xiaoyu nodded.
Zhang Jing took a step back and went back upstairs to sleep.
The reason why I suddenly thought of asking Xiaoyu for help was because of the special situation in the Kingdom of God.
All people are soldiers, and everyone must undergo three years of intense training.
