Five o'clock in the morning.
Mike flew the plane and Zhang Jing took a nap in the passenger cabin, departing from Los Angeles International Airport.
Fly 1,900 kilometers northeast and land at a private airport 150 kilometers away from Kansas City.
Fill up the tank and continue flying northeast for about 700 kilometers to Chicago.
After landing at O'Hare International Airport in the suburbs, Barbie called and rented a bulletproof car locally in advance.
The other party sent the car to the airport.
After getting the car and heading to the target hospital, when passing through some Mexican and African communities, gunshots could be heard occasionally.
At this time, bulletproof cars are extremely important. You never know where a stray bullet will fly.
Think of Hu Lei.
Zhang Jing really regretted it. He didn't know that what he said on the plane would kill him.
Mike drove to the place for about an hour, and Zhang Jing rushed to the door of the morgue of the Mission Hospital Affiliated Hospital in the Andersonville neighborhood.
Wang Sisi, Li Maitian, and four other D-descendants they met on the plane at that time.
In addition to the six people, there are seven or eight Asians here, two of whom Zhang Jing knows.
One was in the Grand Canyon, where David’s grandfather wore a lightning bolt.
Another handyman who used to work on the farm was, not surprisingly, David's grandmother.
"Uncle Hu, Aunt Li," Tao Qian pointed at the short-haired woman they met on the plane, Zhang Jingdao, "He was the one who killed Hu Lei!"
At the door of the morgue, Zhang Jing looked at the middle-aged couple surnamed Hu and Li.
The male host is about 1.7 meters tall, slightly fat, with a somewhat messy beard, a sallow complexion, and is not in a good state of mind.
At the same time, Hu Xing and his wife were also looking at Zhang Jing.
"Sorry," Zhang Jing looked into the eyes of the middle-aged man named Hu and apologized from the bottom of his heart, "I didn't know it would be this result."
Looking into Zhang Jing's eyes, Hu Lei's mother, a middle-aged woman named Li, began to wipe away tears for one second or two.
The middle-aged man surnamed Hu was not in a good mood either. He looked very sad, but he said, "It doesn't matter. Really, Hu Lei was mentally prepared before studying abroad;
He admires the three guarantees and the ancestors who carried coffins to Southeast Asia;
We admire the female ancestors who bravely started their own business and went overseas in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, and those who have struggled abroad for many years and stood on the gate of heaven. "
Looking into Zhang Jing's eyes, the middle-aged man surnamed Hu paused for a second and continued, "But he also knows that only a few can succeed if one general succeeds.
My son, I love his strong spirit will never die, the spirit of Dongguang people to break into the world will never die, and the people of D District will never die. "
Looking into Hu Lei's father's eyes and listening to what he said, Zhang Jing felt mixed emotions in his heart.
This further shows that not all those who leave D-area are bad people, and those who study abroad are not all white-eyed wolves. Most of the people who take the // route are just poor people pursuing their dreams. Those who are in Cao Ying and are in Han heart are caught one by one. Bundle.
With complicated thoughts in his heart, Zhang Jing lowered his head gently in front of others for the first time.
If he were in front of Liu Chuanxiong, Zhang Jing would definitely be the best.
In front of Hu Lei's father, Zhang Jing felt 'taught'.
Next is the time to hand over the body. The security police and the hospital will hand over the body to Hu Lei’s parents.
Then they were sent to a local place by car for cremation, and then the ashes were taken back to the country.
Zhang Jing accompanied him throughout the whole process.
Before Hu Lei's parents boarded the chartered plane, Zhang Jing handed a metal cigarette case to Hu Lei's father.
"Brother Zhang," Wang Sisi moved Zhang Jing's big hand as she watched the plane leave, "Let's go back. Li Maitian and her friends will go back to Los Angeles with us."
Zhang Jing nodded. The King Air he drove was also at the same venue as O'Hare International Airport.
Before flying, you need to refuel and go through safety checks as usual.
At the same time, Hu Lei's father opened the metal cigarette case Zhang Jing handed him. Inside were fifteen photos.
Content: African Americans lying in a pool of blood one by one.
Obviously, these African-American Gray Gang members who died on the streets were the murderers who made stray bullets to kill Hu Lei.
Holding a photo of the murdered murderer in his hand, the middle-aged man surnamed Hu held his son's vase tightly in his arms and remained silent for a long time.
Zhang Jing can probably guess the sadness of Hu Lei's parents.
This matter is really helpless and I can only rely on time to slowly heal the wounds.
On the way back, the 'King Air' with a range of 2,000 kilometers still refueled at a private airport 150 kilometers due west of Kansas City.
There are few people on the ground, and the private airport looks very empty.
I thought everything was going well, but before the refueling ended, a black Chevrolet bulletproof SUV drove over from a distance and stopped ten meters away from the aircraft.
Like a scene in a movie, a bodyguard wearing sunglasses got out of the driver's seat and opened the door for the back seat.
A woman, about forty years old, looked a bit like a new lawyer.
The lips are a little thick, the eyes are a little protruding, white skin, brown hair, blue eyes, slightly fat, and average appearance.
Wearing khaki trousers, brown leather shoes, and a brown ladies' suit.
The overall appearance is that of a rich, powerful, arrogant, fearless, etc. complex sense person.
"She is Sillavia's daughter," Mike reminded his boss from the side, "Horsey Victoria, nicknamed: Little Terrorist."
Zhang Jing nodded and expressed his knowledge. He had read her news on the Internet, and at the same time he thought of 'Dalang', an ally whose new name was 'Sergey', who was being hunted around the world because of the email scandal.
What happens behind this is a bit scary. On the surface, Sillavia looks good.
But he did a lot of dirty things behind the scenes, and even colluded with real terrorists to besiege the ambassador of an allied country living in the Seychelles and kill the entire family of the ambassador.
Including the death of a chef in Ohema some time ago.
There was also the earlier Silavia chef who also died accidentally, as well as a large number of people who died related to her.
It seems to outsiders that working as a chef in an allied country is particularly dangerous.
Contact with Silavia is particularly dangerous.
Ordinary people in the Allies are not stupid.
So they used votes to prevent Silavia from being elected, and gave her daughter the nickname "Little Terrorist".
"Hello Mr. Jack," Holsey Victoria smiled heartily, but in Zhang Jing's eyes it was a bit cold, "I am Holsey Victoria."
"Hello Miss Horsey Victoria," Zhang Jing stood in front of the plane steps and stretched out his hand to hold the woman's hand. "I have seen content related to you on the YouTube tube more than once."
"I never browse YouTube," Holsey Victoria said with a smile on her face. "It's full of fake content."
Zhang Jing smiled.
Holsey Victoria looked up at the stranger on the plane who was looking at her through the window, and invited Zhang Jing, "Can I talk to you for a while?"
"Of course." Zhang Jing readily agreed and walked away from the plane.
The distance was about the same and no one else could hear it. Horsey Victoria, who was wearing a small brown suit, said, "Can you lose the match between you and Nigel Freikson?"
"No," Zhang Jing knew there would be benefits later, but he didn't want to hear it at all, "This matter is not negotiable."
Some people died, but not completely...
