Chapter 11

Frank's past, at least it's nothing to do with her.

She didn't know that Frank had been watching her silently all the way from her "car washing" to her final visit.

From the age, appearance, height, way of doing things, all carefully read once.

Frank made a phone call after she left.

There was a thick voice on the other side: "old man, I've heard all about you. I'm sorry, there's no omen in advance. You can open your mouth if you need me to do anything."

Frank was still expressionless. After a long time, he said hoarsely, "don't mind my business."

His words have several meanings. He refused the help of the other party and didn't want to be interfered by the official.

The opposite side understood his meaning, "OK, I promise you."

Both sides fell silent, and just as the other was about to hang up, Frank said, "Nick, I see a woman who meets your criteria as an adjutant."

"I've found the candidate." The other side strongly refused him.

"I'll tell you the information. Use it or not." Frank quickly said a lot of identity information, then hang up the phone, looking at Baiyun, thinking of his family, infinite sadness in his heart.

Daisy didn't know that her information had been recorded on her desk by someone who wanted to. She didn't know where to go, so she had to go back to school.

However, after ten minutes, he ran out again.

She and these white girls were born to fight each other, and their predecessors were able to restrain themselves. Now that they have powers, Russian gangsters can kill each other. A few girls are bullshit!

Daisy's daily dress is Capris, socks, canvas shoes, showing a section of ankle, which not only makes her legs long, but also adds a sense of bone. Ten years later, both men and women on the street will wear this dress, which she thinks is very normal.

But in the eyes of those white girls, they are very different. They are still in the era of big fat pants, hip-hop style, stockings and thick soled shoes.

A white girl felt that her dress didn't conform to the school rules and told her "rules."

Daisy threw it with a big mouth, and then, relying on her strong physical fitness, knocked down a man with three fists and two feet and came out with a bag on her back.

Walking in the street, looking through the wallet again, do you really want to work?

Facing the bustling streets of Manhattan, looking at the busy streets, she did not know where to go for a moment.

Walking to the convenience store where Heimei works, Daisy has no psychological burden and is ready to treat her best friend at noon.

Just passing by a street corner, I saw a Japanese Restaurant running out of four women like crazy, with more men chasing after them with knives and sticks.

Daisy can only understand a few words, such as baga or something. As for other Japanese, it's like a Book of heaven.

Unfortunately, her position is on the way of several people.

When the first woman to escape desperately to her gestures, let her run.

The Japanese in the back were shouting there.

Hand club? Her first reaction was to join hands, but it didn't look like that. Several Japanese men didn't look like they had been severely trained, their feet were flighty, their breathing was disordered, and they were a little bit hollowed out by wine.

When the first woman to escape, her clothes were messy and her face was pretty, but there was a palmprint on her face with blood on her mouth, but she was still running out, and the remaining women were in a mess.

"Baga!" I saw a small flat head grabbed the last woman's hair, yanked her down, lifted the bat and hit her.

It's not suitable for Daisy to watch the fun again. She flies forward, kicks her little flat head and picks up the opponent's bat. She doesn't have any fighting skills, but it's very easy to play a few little Japanese with her strengthened physical fitness.

Even smashing with kicking, the Japanese are not rivals at all, lying all over the ground.

"Let's go!" Seeing that someone was about to rush out again, Daisy heard the sound of the bullet loading, and she quickly summoned some girls to run with her.

As an aborigine of hell kitchen, she was very familiar with the terrain here. She took several Japanese women around and avoided the pursuit, so she stopped.

"It's safe for the time being." She can run all day in the underground city. This amount of exercise is not even warm-up for her, but it is high-intensity exercise for a few Japanese women.

Several people embrace each other, still can't believe the fact that they were saved.

The first woman looked at Daisy with a trace of admiration in her eyes. She said a word and bowed in English.

Daisy can only nod her head in return. The woman's English is not very good. She can understand the whole story by speaking and drawing.

It has to be said that the Japanese are cruel to foreigners as well as to their own people. Several college students who dream of the American dream are cheated here and can't be provoked.

When they see something wrong, they run.

As a result, they were found just after they ran to the gate. Several people tried their best to remove the sundries at the gate. When they ran out, they already had pursuers behind them. If Daisy hadn't been here today, they would have been arrested and beaten. What's more, they were still behind.Daisy was a little strange and asked the first woman, "do you say your name is Zhenxi? Mr Matsumoto

"Yes, I used to be ashamed of my name. I'm calling it now. Please pay more attention to it." Matsumoto bows again.

"What's your major? Did you graduate? "

"Law."

Daisy is a bit surprised. This guy is a celebrity in the future.

Matsumoto Zhenxi, a lawyer, can't be provoked, all three are in line with the characteristics. Today, if there is no Daisy, she should one day witness the wanton killing of Jinbing's target eye. Since then, she has been crazy about target eye and calls herself target eye lady.

Although not as important as Zhenbo woman, she is also a second-line figure.

But now she did not have that experience, whether can become a cold-blooded killer, to play a question mark.

Daisy sent a few people to the Japanese Embassy, and it had nothing to do with whether she would return home or not.

The remaining three Japanese women bowed to her and gave her addresses one by one, hoping that if she went to Japan, they would give a chance to thank her.

Only Matsumoto did not move. She bowed deeply to Daisy.

"What's the matter?" Now she is afraid that the other party will take care of her borrowing money, which is too embarrassing.

"Miss Johnson, I'd like to stay and be your servant!" Her voice was so loud that several Japanese women and consuls who had not yet gone far all showed such an expression.

Daisy's blood is still hanging. What's the age of her family?

"I'm just an ordinary person, there's nothing worth working for. You'd better go back to China according to the consul's arrangement. I'm afraid your parents are also worried about you."

Matsumoto bowed again, "I'm a disgrace to my family. I'm a fool who can only daydream. Please take me in!"

It's another 90 degree bow, and then I won't get up.

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