People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

She sent a few coquettish voice messages and blew a few kisses.

This opened Japan's hot search list.

I saw that the first place was clearly written with "Japan's Shame".

The world is broken!

Los Angeles.

Fang Zuo slowly opened his eyes.

The circulation of the meridians this evening is very harmonious.

There were no more fluctuations in the soul.

Perhaps my realm has been lowered and I can't feel the distance of the machete.

He looked at the platform in the distance.

Li Zhenxin is doing yoga upside down.

I have to say that this woman is indeed self-disciplined in exercise.

Of course, this was also due to the fact that I was busy paying attention to the fluctuations of my soul last night and had let her go a little.

The pink tight yoga pants are stretched into a peach shape by the two buttocks.

Her buttocks swayed slightly as she moved.

Maybe not as plump as big or small peaches.

But the elasticity is good.

Her back is delicate and smooth, with flowing lines of light and dark in the light.

Fang Zuo said nothing and walked over.

Chapter 358: Jewish Twins, Strange America

In a annex building next to the Los Angeles City Hall.

In a small office.

The lights are dim.

Chiba Iori sat in a chair, looking at the aerial scene in the projected video with a look of shock on his face.

Sitting across from her were three white men.

One was wearing a white suit, one was wearing a US military uniform, and the other was wearing a black windbreaker.

After watching the video.

"I'm sorry, sirs, I can't provide any information." Chiba Iori shook his head and said apologetically, "I was imprisoned on the Boeing 787 by the Orthodox Patriarch and the spiritual elders. Then the plane was suddenly hit by a missile from an F-35 fighter jet, and I escaped by taking advantage of the crash."

"As for what you said about the largest air force base in the United States being destroyed, I have no idea about it. I just saw the scene in these photos."

"Ms. Chiba, how do you explain the GPS location marker in the chip? You were nearby at the time this horrific incident occurred," the white man in a US military uniform asked gravely. "Even if you didn't see it with your own eyes, didn't you hear anything?"

"After I escaped from the plane, I landed nearby. I really didn't hear or see what happened." Chiba Iori said calmly.

Then he frowned and said to the white man in a white suit: "Mr. Weir, you don't believe me either, do you?"

"Of course I believe you, Iori. You're the pride of our National Security Agency." The man known as Mr. Weir waved his hand. "It's just that they both came with military orders and a directive from the CIA. I can only summon you here as a matter of routine. I hope you don't hold a grudge."

"Oh, looking at this, I thought I was already a criminal." Chiba Iori said sarcastically.

"Ms. Chiba, are you the only one alive out of the hundreds of people on this plane?" The white man in a black windbreaker said with a smile, "I'm curious how you managed to survive."

"Is this gentleman questioning my ability?" Chiba Iori sneered and said, "You can look up my past mission files since I joined the National Security Agency and you'll find the answer."

"Or... you can try it yourself..."

"Oh... no, no, no... I've heard of those S-rank missions, and I believe in Ms. Chiba's abilities. I know I'm no match for you." The white man in the black trench coat shook his head. "I'm just curious, are you the only one who survived?"

"When I escaped, I also rescued a woman next to me. I saw that she was sitting in the black card VIP luxury cabin and thought she might be an important person in our North America, so I rescued her." Chiba Iori leaned back, leaned his back against the chair, and nonchalantly lifted a pair of beautiful legs in overalls and placed them on the table.

She continued, "Later, I asked around. She's the youngest daughter of the Samsung Group in South Korea. Her name is Lee Jin-hyung. You can go ask her... and get a statement from her!"

"Isn't that what you're all good at?"

Chiba Iori confessed everything according to the dialogue they had agreed on along the way.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the three men in front of them.

After saying this, his face turned cold:

"As for who else survived on the plane, I don't know."

"That has nothing to do with me, does it? My mission is accomplished."

"Two leading figures of the Orthodox Church have taken action. This task is beyond my capabilities. I have done what I can."

"Speaking of this, I'd like to ask the three most distinguished gentlemen... You're sitting in your office, enjoying the air conditioning, hugging your female secretary in a black silk miniskirt..."

"But, as logistical support..."

"The National Security Agency, the Central Intelligence Agency, and even the US Military Intelligence Service, none of them have found any intelligence on any of the Orthodox Christians."

"They let a patriarch and a spiritual elder board a plane so brazenly..."

"Or, have you been planning to sacrifice me from the beginning?"

"Sacrificing an agent who was awarded the National Intelligence Distinguished Service Medal and the Presidential National Security Medal?"

After saying that, Chiba Iori stared coldly at Will who was wearing a white suit.

"I swear to God, Miss Iori, I didn't know there was an F35-C fighter jet involved in this mission." Will raised his hands, his face full of apology. "If I had known, I would have told you."

"I haven't even received any notification from the military... Believe me!!! Iori..."

Will turned his head and looked at the white man in military uniform. "MI8 needs to give the NSA an explanation for this matter. Otherwise, I will complain to President Trump. I think... Elon Musk is really eager to take advantage of your pie."

"Okay, stop acting. If there's nothing else, can I leave?" Chiba Iori kicked the table with her crossed legs, and the chair slid backwards instantly.

"Of course, it's your vacation time now, Ms. Iori..." Will smiled and nodded.

Wait until Chiba Iori walks out the door.

The white man in the military uniform said, "What do you think?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong." Will shook his head. "It's just a coincidence. There's no precedent of negligence or concealment in No. 8's previous missions."

"Also, I always feel that such a destructive force, comparable to that of a giant dynamite, cannot be created by a psychic."

"How about we capture that Samsung student, Li Zhenxin, and question her?"

"No thanks." The man in the windbreaker shook his head. "If there really was a problem, they would have already agreed on their statements. The Samsung Foundation spends a lot of lobbying funds on various government departments every year. I don't want to receive a bunch of annoying phone calls later."

"Let's wait until the black box is salvaged. Maybe we can find some clues from it."

"What exactly is in the alloy box that No. 8 is required to protect in this mission?" Will asked curiously.

"It's just a scientific research result..." The man in the windbreaker sighed, "In recent years, two-thirds of Chinese scientists have had their research funding stopped. Now they have returned to China or fled to other countries..."

"They took away a lot of the achievements that should have belonged to us..."

“This scientific research result is very important…”

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Inside the New York Mansion.

"Everyone, I came to New York purely for tourism. I have no intention of returning to the Hongmen, so... thank you all for your kindness..."

"There are no Hongmen and Heye in the martial arts world anymore, and there won't be any in the future..."

After Zhang Benhe finished speaking with the microphone, he ignored the resentful and seductive gaze and angry expression of the beautiful woman next to him.

He walked out of the noisy crowd and waved to Shen Muli under everyone's gaze.

Shen Muli quickly followed him out.

"Why is that guy kneeling down?" Zhang Benhe asked as he walked.

He also ignored the two junior brothers in the distance.

"Haha, that greasy-haired guy was so scared by my master that his legs went weak." Shenmuli's face was full of smiles.

"Brother, wait for us." Zhang Benren quickly caught up. "I'm afraid that woman won't let you go so easily... She must have some other tricks up her sleeve."

"If you ask me, that woman just deserves to be fucked. Brother, why don't you just fuck her first and then leave." The young man also followed with a smile.

He just kept a distance from Shenmuli cautiously.

An unparalleled fist intent locked onto him firmly.

Then a huge force came.

The young man hadn't reacted yet, he just felt a fishy taste in his mouth and gulped down something.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Serves you right!" Shen Muli shouted gloatingly, and quickly caught up with Zhang Benhe who was walking away.

"If you have the guts, go beat that vicious woman. Why are you always using us junior brothers as a training ground?" The young man's teeth were stained red with blood.

Looking at Zhang Benhe's receding back, he said unhappily.

"Come on, you know my brother's temper. Besides, with what we did, he could have killed us several times." Zhang Benren patted his shoulder: "But then again..."

Zhang Benren looked at his senior brother's back as he walked away and sighed.

With his hands behind his back, he said, "Brother, your realm seems to have improved again..."

"We'll never catch up to him anyway, so what difference does it make whether we improve or not?" The young man wiped his mouth. "What's the difference between being one point behind and ten points behind?"

"We rushed all the way to New York, worried that he would suffer..."

"Come on, stop whining and follow me." Zhang Benren took a step forward. "My former rivals are all here for this King of Fighters tournament... Exciting... Really exciting!!"

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After Chiba Iori left.

Came to a cafe opposite the hotel.

Fang Zuo had been waiting for her for a long time.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Chiba Iori said, "You are right. The Los Angeles heads of the three largest spy agencies in North America are all waiting for me."

"They surrounded me and questioned me. I went around Los Angeles for a while before getting here. I don't know if there are any agents following me now."

"No one is following you." Fang Zuo said after expanding his spiritual sense slightly: "Why, do they believe you?"

"Believe? The word 'believe' doesn't exist in the dictionary of these guys. I'm afraid they are still discussing how to find out the truth..." Chiba Iori looked Fang Zuo up and down.

He stretched out his hand and pinched the muscles along Fang's left arm until he touched his chest. Only then did he smile with satisfaction:

"I don't know what makes you a man like that. You destroyed the largest air force base in North America by yourself."

"Are you still human? Isn't my poor peach being ravaged by a non-human all day long?"

"No wonder those butts are getting more and more explosive!!"

Fang Zuo was no longer surprised by what this woman said, so he let her rub him all over. "How's it going? Can you walk now?"

"Let's go." Chiba Iori pinched it accurately, then stood up: "We have found out the location of the Gambino family's base. It's in South Los Angeles."

Fang Zuo followed her out of the coffee shop.

There was an old red convertible parked on the street.

I don’t know where Chiba Iori got it from.

Fang Zuo sat in the passenger seat.

Chiba Iori stepped on the accelerator and the two of them sped away.

After leaving the bustling Los Angeles financial district.

The further south you go in Los Angeles, the more depressing the city's streetscape becomes.

Abandoned buildings, damaged roads and uncleaned graffiti can be seen in some blocks.

The main roads are mainly lined with small shops and auto repair shops, with almost no high-end commercial facilities.