Chapter 351

The plane was discovered by the police after it was reported to the police at more than seven o'clock. In the cross state case, the police in Portland contacted them after they found that the plane belonged to Thurston County police.

At this time, Washington knew that Rambo had left Washington and came to Oregon.

When they hurried to Portland, Zhou Zhen had driven away from Portland and was about to arrive in Eugene, a city in Central Oregon.

Now, the police can't grasp Zhou Zhen's whereabouts at all, because from Portland, they can escape in several directions except to the west, and the police have lost the best interception time.

Moreover, they are not sure where Zhou Zhen will go. Maybe they hide in Portland.

In this era when computers have just appeared and there is no Internet, there is no camera. Looking for someone is just looking for a needle in a haystack.

Knowing the situation, the Portland police are not worried, because Rambo is originally Oregon, and he doesn't like killing.

Although even the plane was robbed, Zhou Zhen has only killed the deputy sheriff so far. Even the sheriff who caught him was only wounded by him.

In the past, he was a hero. After retirement, he was silent, hardworking and non violent.

Such people do little harm to society.

So, except Thurston police wanted to catch Rambo, the police in other places were not interested in Rambo at all.

If you annoy this killing machine, it will cause social panic.

The Portland police didn't pay attention to the case and didn't even bother to send out the notice of LANBO's arrest. Zhou Zhen easily left Oregon and arrived in California.

Zhou Zhen arrived in San Francisco at 2 a.m. he has been to the United States in the 1970s several times, but he has never been to San Francisco once. This time, he came to visit San Francisco.

Yes, it's tourism.

In the real world, when he was in junior high school, he joined a tour group with his mother. At that time, his first stop was to San Francisco.

But that's San Francisco in the 21st century. Who can come to San Francisco in the 1970s like him?

Now this world is no threat to him. If he hadn't been angry, he wouldn't have come to this world. Now that he's here, take a good look.

Moreover, he also wants to see if the United States in the world will coincide with the taxi driver he has experienced.

If it can coincide, he can use the Ewing family to break out more destructive power.

He parked his car in a seaside parking lot in Auckland. Although it was more than two o'clock in the middle of the night, an open-air concert had just ended here, and the crowd was dispersing.

Throughout the 20th century, the West has always been the symbol of the American dream, and San Francisco has always been the representative of the West.

It has always been at the forefront of the American trend, the first gold rush in the west, and later the Renaissance. All reforms related to the United States will always be at the forefront here.

The rebellious movement in the 1960s began here, starting with the "howl" of the City Light Bookstore, the San Francisco Renaissance set off by poets such as Allen Ginsburg, and the Berkeley student movement in the 1960s and 1970s. The rebellious spirit created shaped a generation of Americans and virtually opened another page of American life and American spiritual world.

In the Heit Ashbury area of San Francisco, it is the beginning of the popularity of hippie culture. Drugs and sex are not discussed. Just the rock music loved by Zhou Zhen. In this era, according to statistics, about 500-1500 rock bands perform here.

Unfortunately, it is only in 1974, and his favorite song, Hotel California, has not been created yet.

Zhou Zhen parked his car in Auckland because he knew it had always been the most chaotic place. He wanted to meet a few people who were not open-minded, and then mix some living expenses.

He has less than thirty dollars left. Although he can last for a few days, he also needs to be prepared.

Smelling the aroma from a cart stall selling roasted Intestines on the roadside, Zhou Zhen opened the door and got off. She spent a dollar and bought two roasted intestines and a coke.

Standing on the roadside eating while watching the last madness of the beat generation.

Most of them have been drunk, but the smell in the air is enough to show that it is not alcohol that numbs their brains.

A drunkard with thin clothes but a thick scarf swayed in front of Zhou Zhen's car, opened his mouth and vomited a lot of sour substances.

Zhou Zhen moved a distance in disgust and didn't want to trouble him.

Looking at his clothes, I'm afraid he can't afford ten dollars all over.

He came too late and the weather was too cold. The party here was over and there was no one in the street soon.

A large Ford stopped in front of the sausage booth. Two big men sat in the car. The big man in the driver's seat shook down the glass. "Harry, is business good tonight?"

The young man who set up the stall quickly smiled and passed a five dollar bill. "Unfortunately, there are fewer and fewer opportunities like this."

The driver took the money and gave a smile. "There will also be a concert in emwood's tennis court park tomorrow night. You can book a booth if necessary."

"Whose concert? If it's not famous, I'm afraid it's hard to earn back the booth money."

They are still bargaining there. Zhou Zhen has understood that these are two minions of the gang who collect protection fees. If you want to set up a stall, you must pay them protection fees.

Seeing them, Zhou Zhen seemed to see banknotes.

Perhaps Zhou Zhen watched for a long time, and the big man in the driver's seat stared over. "Boy, please go away."

"What if not?"

The driver was stunned and stretched out his hand to open the door. The guy sitting next to him moved faster than him and rushed over with a gun. "Where are you?"

Without opening the insurance of the pistol, Zhou Zhen didn't take him as a threat and looked at the driver again. "I wonder how much you charge for one night?"

The driver laughed and drew the gun from his waist. "Today's income is good, 800 dollars. I'm afraid you can't earn so much in a month! Now, please take out your money, otherwise..."

Before the words fell, he was choked by Zhou Zhen. His companion raised his gun, but before opening the insurance, Zhou Zhen kicked him on the wrist.

With a click, the pistol flew into the sky. He screamed with his wrist in his arms.

The young man who set up the stall didn't even want the stall and ran away.

Zhou Zhen didn't care about him. He grabbed the gun in the driver's hand with his left hand and grabbed it with a little effort.

Then with a flick of his finger, he opened the insurance and aimed it at his head. "Robbery."

"No, don't be impulsive... The money is in the box."

Zhou Zhen loosened his neck, but the pistol was still pointing at him. "Don't take risks. Bullets don't recognize people."

When I opened the front door of their car, I found a wooden box with a cover on the armrest box. It was supposed to be a cigar box and turned into a box for change.

The wooden cover was pulled open and filled with four stacks of loose notes, the largest ten dollars and the smallest one dollars, which were neatly sorted out.

Zhou Zhen put four stacks of banknotes into her pocket, pulled out their car keys, threw them away and disappeared into the dark.

Then he pointed a gun at two people. "Get in the car. I don't like looking at your faces."

Two people dare not resist, obediently sat in the car.

Zhou Zhen also got into his car. After starting the car, he passed by their car, unloaded the pistol and threw it into their car.

He has too many guns on him. He doesn't need such a small caliber pistol at all.

Seeing Zhou Zhen's car disappear, the two talents looked at each other and screamed. "The boss will kill us..."

In 1974, the threshold for the middle class in the United States was a family's annual income of $12000.

The family is based on the total income of a man and a woman, not one person.

A family's income of $1000 a month is the middle class. This $800 is not a small sum of money.

With this money, Zhou Zhen made a circle, went up the Bay Bridge and crossed the bay to San Francisco.

After a round trip in San Francisco, he drove into a 24-hour garage with lights on and parked his car at the door.

A dog barked in the yard, and a middle-aged man covered with oil appeared inside the iron door.

His eyes looked around Zhou Zhen. Zhou Zhen had already taken off his police uniform and changed into his original clothes, which was also the standard dress of a car washer.

"What's up?"

Zhou Zhen said in an Oregon accent, "are you interested in this car? The latest Lincoln last year. I drove from Portland and now I've driven less than 5000 miles."

"I don't do this business..."

"Excuse me..."

Zhou Zhen didn't talk nonsense. She turned and left. As soon as she opened the door, she heard him ask, "how much is it?"

"A thousand."

"Isn't this your car?"

"If it were my car, I would only need a thousand dollars for this $3800 car?"

"When you get a new car of 3800, it will fall by 30%. After driving 5000 miles, it will fall by 30%. Then it's not your car, and the price will fall by half."

Zhou Zhen opened the door and got on the bus. "I won't sell it without a thousand."

"Nine hundred?"

Zhou Zhen sat in the car.

The middle-aged man looked at the license plate and couldn't help but say, "that's a thousand."

With a thousand dollars in hand, Zhou Zhen set out with her backpack and soon found a hotel nearby.

When he went upstairs, with the consent of his boss, he brought all the newspapers next to the bar into his room.

At first glance, I was disappointed.

He heard about Rambo in the taxi driver world, but there is no integration point in this world.

Today's leaders are completely different from that world, and there is no Ewing family.

On the contrary, many people's names overlap with the real world

In other words, the plan to use the power of the Ewing family to disrupt the whole United States will not work.

The damage that can be done by one person is limited.

And the world has only one month at most. He wants to make things big, but he can't delay it too long.