Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 129 Landing in Meilijian

At this moment, on the beach of a coastal city.

A police car was parked on the side of the road, and a uniformed police officer was mediating between two groups of tourists who were arguing for some unknown reason.

"Okay, okay, buddy. Calm down first."

"Put down that sand shovel, or I will use violence against you under the pretext of attacking a police officer with a weapon."

A balding, overweight police officer in his thirties was waving his hands in front of him, gesturing to a muscular black man opposite him.

At this moment, the burly man was swinging a sand shovel back and forth, while behind him, two women in bikinis were cheering him on.

"Go Connie! Kill that skinny monkey!"

"Connie, I believe in you. Don't be afraid of the police, they're just a bunch of cowards!"

This shout seemed to stimulate the burly man's surging testosterone, and he directly raised his sand shovel and charged towards the policeman who was blocking the two groups of people.

Seeing this, the bald, fat policeman who had tried to persuade him could only sigh helplessly.

Then, he instantly drew the pistol from his waist and emptied the magazine at the fiercely charging black man.

The bald, fat policeman's series of movements were so fluid and fast.

Only after the burly Black man, riddled with bullets, collapsed in agony did those around him realize what had happened.

The two women who had been cheering on the burly man screamed and ran away, disappearing from sight.

At this moment, the bald policeman, having finished all this, blew on his beard, turned around, and shrugged at the skinny young man behind him who had been punched in the nose and was bleeding.

“Perhaps you can testify for me? I warned him beforehand.”

“Um…I think so, officer.”

The police officer who fired the shot was still chatting with the person who reported the incident.

Meanwhile, his colleague had already "generously" dialed an ambulance for the injured, burly Black man lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

They've become so used to this that they're no longer surprised; it happens once or twice a week.

However, just when the officer who fired the shot and his colleagues thought that today would pass by in such a boring yet "fulfilling" way,

A shout suddenly came from the sea not far away.

"Waaaaah, it's a beach! And there's more over there... um, this doesn't seem to be in China."

“Indeed, Brother Hai, judging from this outfit, it should be from some American city. I’ve seen it in a movie before.”

The chattering sounds that were audible to them also drew everyone's attention.

Under the watchful eyes of the obese, bald police officer.

On the distant sea, a strangely shaped, square wooden boat, like a speedboat, rushed straight towards us, leaving a trail of waves.

Finally, it went so fast that it crashed directly onto the beach.

The thin man sitting in the back tumbled and fell off halfway down the road.

Meanwhile, a tall Asian man sitting in front was still rowing the boat.

It was submerged in the small boat and, like a crab crawling on land, thrashed forward for quite a while.

This scene left almost everyone present dumbfounded.

"What? What are you doing?"

With over a decade of experience, the bald police officer could tell at a glance that neither of the two men were carrying weapons.

So he didn't think these two strange people were any threat and went straight up to ask them.

However, this series of English conversations, delivered with a heavy accent, completely baffled Zhao Hai, who had missed out on the nine-year compulsory education.

"What? What did you say?"

Just as the two were engaging in ineffective communication, exchanging one sentence at a time.

Because he was so eager to get ashore, Ye Fei, who had accidentally bumped into the car, pulled his head out of the sand.

He slowly stood up and came to the two of them.

He's asking you what you're doing.

Ye Fei, who had overheard a sentence from afar, also tried to discern its meaning.

Fortunately, although the other person had an accent, Ye Fei had studied foreign languages ​​and was able to deduce this common conversation.

"Brother Zhao, I didn't expect you to know English. You're a real talent."

"But this foreigner is really strange. Can't he tell? We're landing in America."

Zhao Hai was quite surprised that his newfound junior colleague was actually a foreign language whiz.

However, he quickly put this trivial problem out of his mind.

He then became curious about the foreigner in front of him who was still babbling in a language he couldn't understand.

At this point, the bald police officer who had been asking for information gradually lost patience.

It seems like the other person can't understand what I'm saying, and I can't understand what the other person is saying either.

However, he still recognized the last word the other party said, "Meilijian," because it was a transliteration.

From the clearly foreign faces, to hearing the name of their own country, and then looking at the tattered clothes on the two people sitting and standing in front of them.

Most importantly, its body was covered in filth, its hair was disheveled, and it was covered in bird droppings; it was clear at a glance that it had been adrift at sea for a long time.

Soon, a general storyline emerged in the officers' minds.

Two smugglers, as always, bought tickets for a shady smuggling boat.

It was transported on the deck all the way to the near-shore area, then given to a small boat and rowed over.

In summary: two unlucky guys with something wrong with their brains.

Now that he had confirmed they were illegal immigrants, dealing with them became much easier for him.

He stopped trying to communicate and instead waved to a young colleague.

The two then leaned close together and spoke to each other, occasionally glancing up and pointing at the other person. The other person was deliberately speaking in a low voice.

Even though Ye Fei understands English, after listening intently for a while, he still couldn't understand what the other party was discussing.

At this moment, a normal person would definitely panic and be scared.

But obviously, two people who dare to cross the Pacific Ocean in a small wooden boat that is only two meters long cannot be classified as normal people.

There's a saying that's very true.

Yi Gao people are bold.

As a domestic superhuman possessing multiple magical artifacts and a powerful bloodline awakening.

Even though they landed in America in a daze, they did not panic or feel fear.

On the contrary, upon arriving in this novel city for the first time, both of them couldn't contain their curiosity.

I'm eager to dive in and explore it.

At this moment, Zhao Hai saw the two police officers walking further and further away.

Unable to understand what he was muttering, he got up from the boat out of boredom.

He turned around and swung his fists, slamming them onto the wooden boat several times.

Then, just like when it set sail, the wooden boat suddenly shrank, shrinking back to the size of a bowl.

Zhao Hai then picked it up and put it back in his pocket.

Just then, two police officers who had finished their discussion walked over with stern faces and witnessed this shocking scene.

"What?! What is this thing?!"

However, the reaction differed from that of the bald, elderly police officer.

The young police officer who came with him had his eyes shining as he looked at Zhao Hai, who was disheveled and covered in bird droppings.

He excitedly pointed his finger and shouted in broken Chinese.

"Spells! Sin Kingdom spells!"

"Old Donnie, these two must be mages from the distant and mysterious Land of Sin! I want to learn magic from them!"

However, the balding police officer strongly disagreed with his colleague's excitement.

He patted his colleague's shoulder twice, frowning as he shouted.

"Calm down, they're just illegal immigrants. What happened just now might have been some kind of magic trick!"

"What we need to do now is give them a ticket and send them to a refugee camp."

Clearly, these words were spoken loudly and not in secret.

Ye Fei, who was standing there watching the show, frowned and racked his brains for a long time before he finally understood the meaning.

He turned his head and asked Zhao Hai, the "leader" of the duo, for his opinion.

"Brother Hai, these two foreign policemen seem to be saying we're illegal immigrants and they're going to take us somewhere to be locked up. What should we do next?"

Upon hearing his younger brother translate what the other person had said, Zhao Hai's eyes widened, and he immediately became displeased.

"Who are these two people? We were clearly in trouble, how did it become illegal immigration?"

"They're saying 'Free America is strong' online, but they're trying to arrest us as soon as we land. That won't do!"

He spoke angrily, glaring fiercely at the old police officer before turning to survey his surroundings.

Soon, Zhao Hai's eyes lit up.

Not far behind the two people, across the road, was a rather dense lake and forest.

"Let's go! Brother Zhao, let's just run! Once we get into that forest, their car won't be able to get in, and with our speed, we can easily outrun them."

Ye Fei thought about this simple and straightforward plan and didn't refuse it.

Clearly, he didn't want to be arrested and locked up somewhere.

As for whether they are afraid that the two policemen will call their accomplices to chase them down?

Of course, I'm not afraid.

He hid in various places within the country, partly to avoid conflict with the government.

Secondly, within the country, there's no telling which corner might harbor a terrifyingly powerful superhuman or cultivator.

But what is this American-made granule?
A gun? For Ye Fei right now, that thing is only slightly more threatening than a rubber band shooting pebbles.

Moreover, being a newcomer to such a novel place, he genuinely wanted to explore and see what was happening around him.

Consider it a blessing in disguise, a chance to travel along the way.

On the beach, a bald, elderly police officer was still lecturing his clueless colleague.

But the older officer, who was standing with his back to the two men, didn't see it, while the younger officer, who was being scolded with his head down, suddenly looked up.

He pointed excitedly behind the old police officer.

"Old Downey, look! They've run away!"

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"What?! Shit! Chase them! If two stowaways land right under our noses and then run rampant through the city, our bonus this month will be just a pipe dream!"

Then, a scene that looked like it came from a comedy movie or cartoon appeared.

Two police officers were chasing after them, while two unfamiliar faces with messy hair and looking like wild men were jumping and leaping over the guardrail.

Then, the two police officers, who had been "poisoned" by fried chicken and cola, were stopped by an iron fence that was less than a person tall. They stomped their feet in frustration and said "shit".

A classic example of one person feeling frustrated while the other makes a phone call for help.

In the time that was wasted, Zhao Hai and Ye Fei, who had just jumped over the railing, had already disappeared into the lakeside park.

(End of this chapter)