A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

"Chen Huaxing, just tell me directly, what do you want to do?"

"I'm helping you find a girlfriend. You said I owe you one."

"thank you."

"You're welcome, as long as you're satisfied!"

Chen Huaxing laughed and said, "But I don't know which one is more important to you, the girlfriend I found for you or your previous girlfriend, or which one was more important to you when you were in Dongguo!"

next second.

On the screen, there was an assassin dragging a woman from the East who was wearing clothes that looked like they had been bought from a cheap warehouse for a long time. Her face was now a little sallow, but you could still vaguely see her delicate face covered in tears. She also had a very attractive figure.

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow as he watched the Eastern woman being dragged onto the screen by the assassin.

This woman...

He doesn't recognize it.

But the predecessor knew.

This woman tricked the former self, who was initially a well-behaved young man, into yearning for freedom. In the end, she used the money from selling her assets to run away to the Federation. However, while on her way there, she hooked up with a black man and eventually ran away with him.

Chen Huaxing stood up from the small sofa again, looking at the screen with a smile.

"Lu Ke, this is the surprise I told you about. How about it? Surprised or not!"

"...What do you want to play, Chen Huaxing?"

"You want to be a superhero, and I'm just helping you, my friend."

Chen Huaxing smiled and said, "It's a pity your ex-girlfriend isn't here. If she were, it would be perfect, but it's enough."

As he spoke, Chen Huaxing walked up to the woman being held by his subordinate, gestured for him to release her, then took over, grabbed the woman's long hair, and tilted her head back, fully exposing her to the camera. He then whispered in her ear, "Your ex-boyfriend Lu Ke is watching. Tell him to save you!"

Upon hearing this, the woman cried out in a hoarse voice as if she had grasped at a straw, "Lu Ke, save me, sob sob, I don't want to die."

Luke crossed his arms, his expression unmoved.

In a word.

My ex-girlfriend.

What does he have to do with Lu Ke, a veteran reincarnator?

Chen Huaxing released his grip, letting the woman lie on the ground. Then, he straightened his Tang suit and gestured to another subordinate.

Immediately, an old black man was lifted up by another subordinate.

"Do you know where I found your ex-girlfriend?"

"A strip club in an old black neighborhood."

"Tsk, tsk."

"When my subordinate found you, your ex-girlfriend was working hard to make money, while her new boyfriend was happily counting his money."

Born unruly and having been a slave for many years, Old Black, who had just gained his freedom, seemed to have gone too far with his freedom. He was steadily displaying his talents on live television, shouting at Chen Huaxing.

"Let me go, you damned yellow-skinned bastard..."

"call out!"

Old Black, whose throat had been pierced, choked on his last word, glaring angrily at his gorilla-like eyes, and then involuntarily drew his throwing knife.

In an instant!

Dirty, foul-smelling blood gushed out.

"I……"

“I can’t breathe!”

"Don't breathe..."

As Old Black lay on the ground, his voice trailed off, and then, finally, he ended his short and utterly unexciting life.

"You're welcome!"

Chen Huaxing looked up at the camera and said something like that. Then, he strode up to Rachel, took an M9 pistol from his subordinate, cocked it, and pressed it against Rachel's forehead.

Another subordinate followed suit, pointing a pistol at the woman who was lying on the ground, looking at the dead Black man and crying loudly as if she were even more heartbroken.

"Three seconds!"

Chen Huaxing's lips curled up: "Is it Rachel, whom you fell in love with at first sight, or your ex-girlfriend from Dongguo? Tell me your answer, my friend."

The words fell.

Chen Huaxing immediately started counting without hesitation.

"three!"

"Rachel!"

Lu Ke did not hesitate at all, and his action of skipping directly to number three without even counting Chen Huaxing's numbers one and two was not surprising at all.

after all……

Chen Huaxing, that guy, already showed his martial virtue last time, but not much of it.

Almost the instant Luke finished speaking!

"boom!"

The loud crying in the live broadcast room immediately stopped.

Lu Ke even felt that his ears were much quieter now.

On the screen, Chen Huaxing holstered his gun, withdrawing it from Rachel's forehead once more, his expression somewhat exaggerated: "Luc, you don't hate me to death now, do you?"

Lu Ke looked at the dead man being dragged off the screen: "You're the friend I miss so much, how could I hate you?"

……

Chapter 87 The Los Angeles Police Department Bears Full Responsibility for This Matter (Fourth Update!)

This is the truth.

The kind that is absolutely pure and without any added moisture.

He really missed Chen Huaxing terribly, and at the same time, he wasn't ruthless at all towards Chen Huaxing for killing that old black man and the woman.

Lu Ke even wanted to sing a song for Chen Huaxing, "Thank You for Being There!"

Not many people know that he is an unregistered resident.

The woman Chen Huaxing just killed was one of them.

Although what a woman without legal status said was not enough to have any impact on him, who was now a senior special agent of the FBI.

but……

Ultimately, you'll still feel nauseous.

Therefore, Lu Ke was genuinely grateful to Chen Huaxing.

Just after Luke finished speaking, the negotiation team finally arrived at the command vehicle, albeit belatedly.

The negotiation expert is named Kari.

The first thing he did after getting into the car was to ask Luke and Earl to leave the scene.

"Feel sorry."

Kari looked at Luke and Earl and said in a very formulaic way, "Gentlemen, I must ask you to leave here."

Lu Ke did not speak.

Earl frowned: "Why?"

Accompanying the negotiation expert, Kari, was a notorious corrupt police superintendent from the Los Angeles Police Department who disliked the FBI and people of East Asian descent.

unfortunately.

Luke perfectly met both of these requirements.

The corrupt police commissioner made up a reason: "This is a case for the Los Angeles Police Department. We don't need the FBI's involvement. Besides, he's this guy's friend."

"Sir."

Detective Roger, the Black officer, couldn't help but speak up: "Excuse me for being blunt, Inspector Taylor, Luke was just trying not to provoke this guy. Besides, this guy is after Luke. If Luke doesn't..."

"Then he definitely can't stay here."

The corrupt police inspector interrupted Detective Roger and immediately called over two officers: "Escort the two federal agents away from the command vehicle."

The words fell.

The corrupt police inspector looked directly at the negotiation expert who had come with him.

"Mr. Chen."

After sitting down, negotiation expert Kari looked at the blood still conspicuously visible on the floor on the screen and quickly said, "I am Kari, a negotiation expert from the Los Angeles Police Department. You can tell me what you need, and I will do my best to meet your requirements."

Seeing this, Lu Ke didn't say anything, but turned around and walked out of the command vehicle.

There was a bang.

The command vehicle behind them closed its doors immediately after he and Earl got out.

Luke looked up at the 38-story Columbia Broadcasting Building in front of him.

"Team leader..."

Earl followed him out, and seeing Luke take out a cigarette from his pocket and light it, he seemed to want to say something: "You..."

Lu Ke interrupted him directly: "Don't worry, I'm not like some undercover agent who can't distinguish between virtual and reality."

Well known.

He, Luke, a senior federal special agent, was recruited by the late operations director Bill Kings to infiltrate the East. He then boarded a smuggling line and spent six months living illegally before finally working with outsiders to take down the China Gang, a notorious gang involved in smuggling, human trafficking, and the sale of contraband.

emotion?

nonexistent.