Captain, your ship has exploded again.

The morning in Los Angeles was not as beautiful as Zhang Xun had imagined.

A cacophony of noises began early in the hotel.

For certain purposes, the United States forced the citizens of Los Angeles back to their own cities.

Of course, this only applies to ordinary civilians. Those who are rich and powerful have already taken yachts or helicopters to the other side of the United States or another island.

As for why Zhang Xun was woken up, it's quite funny. It's mainly because the zero-yuan purchases on the first and second days burned too much.

Large numbers of wooden houses were burned down, leaving many returning residents homeless and forced to stay in hotels.

Because the rooms in this Death Star Hotel were partitioned with wooden boards and lacked proper soundproofing, the arguing of the large number of people forcibly woke Zhang Xun from his sleep.

"Hua Q, you damn bastards, don't you have any public spirit at all?"

Enraged, Zhang Xun pulled out the 1911 he had seized from the thugs, intending to mute the people making a racket at his door.

Since Zhang Xun had never been grumpy in the morning before, Natal, who was unprepared, was unable to stop him immediately.

Three bullets were fired directly at the entrance. If Natal hadn't tackled Zhang Xun, all ten bullets might have been fired by him.

After three gunshots, the noise outside the door instantly fell silent; there was no retaliation or any insults.

However, the dampness of the doorway indicated that the guy outside wasn't in very good shape.

Once Zhang Xun had calmed down, he slowly helped Natal up from his lap and said, "Alright, I'm calm now. Don't worry, I won't be controlled by Khorne."

After calming himself down, Zhang Xun gripped his pistol and walked sideways to the doorway.

He opened the door a crack and saw only three pairs of feet appear in front of his door.

However, the marks on their legs did not look like they had been shot.

Zhang Xun, gun at his waist, slowly opened the door and glanced outside.

Three short men were seen wiping their groins with trembling hands.

Zhang Xun was no longer a rookie recruit; with his physical abilities greatly improved, his marksmanship had also become increasingly sharp.

The three bullet holes were precisely located in the direction of the three people.

However, due to his morning grumpiness, coupled with the fact that the three people opposite him often jumped up and down while arguing, and the influence of the hotel's thick carpet, Zhang Xun misjudged their height.

The three men, all under 1.6 meters tall, were saved.

It should be noted that Zhang Xun fired at a height based on a person who is 1.8 meters tall and hits the throat, which is approximately 1.7 meters.

However, because the three men were jumping up and down, the bullets grazed the heads of the three crippled men.

Otherwise, what Zhang Xun would have seen when he opened the door was three smashed watermelons.

"Monkey Kingdom?"

The three shook their heads blankly.

"Foot-pot chicken?"

The three of them nodded at the same time.

Just as Zhang Xun was about to raise his gun to cover for the three missing men, Natal snatched the gun from his hand and then gave Zhang Xun a big eye roll.

"You just said you'd calmed down, but now you want to keep killing. I'm a dog if I believe you again."

Zhang Xun had no choice but to surrender. Was he really going to get angry at his wife?

Don't be silly, that's not something a real man would do.

Honest Zhang Xun could only return to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up.

As for Natal at the door, after threatening the three people outside with her gestures, she reluctantly closed the door.

"Hurry up, we need to get out of here soon, it stinks."

Zhang Xun, who was wiping his face, immediately came out of the bathroom.

Because he disliked it, Zhang Xun didn't take off his clothes to sleep yesterday, since sleeping in his clothes wouldn't have any effect anyway.

"Let's go!"

The two then left their floor. As for the three pieces of trash at the door, judging from the water stains, they must have crawled into the apartment across the hall.

Upon arriving on the first floor, Zhang Xun tossed his room key into the front desk. Just as the two were about to leave the hotel, the staff member from the previous day stopped them.

"Sir, Madam, our leader would like to invite you to speak with us in private."

Zhang Xun looked at the other person who was threatening him from behind. Both of them subtly flashed their pistols at Zhang Xun in a very provocative manner.

Clearly, they didn't want to hear any dissenting voices.

Natal answered before Zhang Xun could, "Yes, but please don't hurt us."

Since we're here to 'receive treatment,' we certainly can't openly go against the authorities.

After being elbowed by Natal, Zhang Xun could only lower his head and follow her.

The person leading the way led them around a few corners and they arrived at the kitchen on the first floor.

Because the lockdown in Los Angeles is still in effect, even in places like hotels, you can only get some simple food.

These simple foods don't require cooking over a fire, so there's no better hidden location than a hotel kitchen.

When Zhang Xun and his companion arrived at the kitchen, they saw that they were surrounded by fully armed special agents.

Zhang Xun's assessment of these agents, however, was that they were utterly incompetent.

A large number of 5.56 caliber weapons are only effective against carbon-based lifeforms, but against TX, which is comparable to an infantry fighting vehicle, these weapons are just scratching the surface.

"Chinese?"

Zhang Xun and Natal nodded. The fake document Tianwen provided was not a green card, but a short-term work visa.

This is mainly to avoid leaving traces in China.

The NSA's female captain checked the two men's entry information and concluded that they were simply two Chinese people trying to illegally enter the United States.

"Do you want a green card?"

Zhang Xun suppressed the urge to smash his opponent and quickly closed his eyes and nodded.

“Very good. I have a task for you. If you do it well, I will try to find a way to help you with your green cards.”

When Natal heard these words, she really wanted to slap the other person. What did he mean by "think of some ways"? Did he mean to find a way to make it happen, or to find a way to prevent it from happening?

But never mind, given Zhang Xun's current state, I really don't know how long it will take for him to break free from the influence of the Four Gods.

Natal looked up at the other person and asked, "What is it?"

"We need your ice cream truck to do something, but of course we don't want the truck; you can drive it."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xun understood that the other party planned to use the ice cream truck as cover to install the interception and receiving device on it.

Because ice cream trucks contain a large number of electrical appliances, these appliances can mask the electrical signals emitted by passive devices, and ice cream trucks can be parked anywhere on the roadside.

With civilian vehicles all around the hotel, the ice cream truck was their best option. It would also ensure that even if something went wrong, they wouldn't lose any of their people and would have enough time to evacuate.

How can we trust you to keep your word?

The female captain then pulled a business card out of her pocket and said, "You can use this to contact me."

The information above is very limited, just a phone number, with nothing except a "Q" mark at the end.

What the heck? This woman calls herself a queen? Is this queen even respectable?

Whether it was Tzeentch possessing him or Zhang Xun's thinking suddenly going in the opposite direction, a single Q caused all sorts of action movies to appear in Zhang Xun's mind.

Seeing Zhang Xun's dazed state beside her, Natal angrily stomped on Zhang Xun's foot.

These actions made the female captain even more convinced of their identities.

The FBI captain, who acted swiftly without consulting the authorities, was now eating a bucket of ice cream after completing the vehicle modifications.

"Finished work? Wow, such a classic 'n'..."

Before he could finish speaking, the female captain kicked him back, and then immediately waved for Natal and the others to leave.

Even though he was interrupted, Zhang Xun still understood the follow-up meaning, and his cold gaze shot towards the FBI captain through the narrowed gap.

The burly man, feeling a chill, assumed it was from eating too much ice cream. After shivering, he handed the ice cream bucket to his teammate.

Zhang Xun was pulled away by Q's men to explain the mission.