Chapter 265

"Helen, would you mind going out first?" Li said, looking at her.

"Yes, I'll be right outside the door." Dr. Helen left with her assistant and closed the door.

Hearing no response from the microphone, Li took off his pocket watch and put it on the table. Then he took off his coat and then his shirt.

"-- how?" Adelaid was surprised to see his intact back.

"I said, the water is not as terrible as it looks." Li Zitao picked up the phone again, and MacArthur's voice had already sounded inside.

"It's amazing, but what are these?" Looking at the back of his fiance who was talking to the chief of staff, Adelaide found some small marks on it.

Some of them are like some kind of colorless tattoo, or the mark left by wrinkles of skin, but, this kind of figure.

"Douglas, don't tell me it's hard to do. They killed not only my people, but also the meritorious officials of the United States. Those veterans, they won the war, gave the United States 10 years of gold, and achieved its prosperity and prosperity."

Li Zitao is very irascible, like a drunken maniac, constantly spouting rubbish on the phone, shouting to revenge and kill them.

Douglas MacArthur had more headaches. Two veterans died, and the assassination of a rich man of color race was also implicated in the European princess.

He can imagine the pressure from public opinion and the European royal family. People's emotions under the great depression are turbulent and uneasy, and they need to vent their emotions all the time.

If things are not handled properly, those idle bastards will surely come out to hold demonstrations and protests, and have some fun in Washington.

But it's Washington, not him, that should be the first headache.

"I'll sue the California police, that's all." Douglas didn't want to get involved in these things. It was the job of politicians, not soldiers.

"I still need to make a few more calls. It's safe here. You can take a hot bath and relax. By the way, you can report peace to your family."

After handing his fiancee to Helen for care, Li Zitao returned to his chair and sat down, rubbing the corners of his eyes and closing his eyes for meditation.

If such a big thing happens, public opinion will soon spread to Luxemburg. No one should try to hide it.

As for the truth, the most questionable is the Kendy family, but it is also because of the Kendy family that this incident is very troublesome.

If they did, Li believed that they had dug a series of traps, waiting for him to jump in.

If you want revenge, the first thing to consider is what the other party will do.

When he sends people to take revenge, seize his men, and then take the opportunity to drive him out of the United States?

This is the most likely to happen, and the influence that had previously occurred outside Kendy manor has not yet completely dissipated.

Once someone catches hold of the matter, whether there is evidence or not, will be counted on his head. Moreover, it really has something to do with him.

By then, all the images he has set up will collapse, and he will be named "schemer", "Assassin", "cruel Chinese" and so on.

There seems to be no other choice but to get out of the way.

That's it?

Don't say he is not willing to say, those four dead subordinates are so white dead, even have no explanation?

"I hope my guess is wrong." To calm down, Li Zitao hopes that his speculation is wrong.

Bell -

the phone rang, and when he heard the voice of John Rockefeller, Jr., he knew that the follow-up effects of the incident began to ferment.

Just before the night came, Lawrence brought him an unexpected news, "there was a shooting outside Kendy manor, four bodyguards and two maids died."

Do you want to cover it up, or are you fishing in troubled waters?

Li Zitao is not sure. He is waiting for Hans to open the splasher's mouth.

I thought it was a very difficult thing. I never thought that the mouth of the splasher was not as strong as he thought.

The other party is a member of the 3K party, who pursues white supremacy and is a typical racist.

After the bankruptcy, it has been widely publicized that it is the damned Chinese and black people who robbed their jobs, encroached on social welfare and national resources, and reduced him to what he is now.

He had previously attacked Li Zitao and Adelaide just for revenge and wanted them to taste the pain.

"No one told me?" Li Zitao is skeptical.

"I don't think it's possible for him to lie unless he's specially trained." Said Hans, without expression.

Special training, he has lived and worked in this city for nearly 10 years, and has never changed places.

Every year's vacation is just to go to the farm in the suburbs, striptease parties, etc., which is extremely unlikely.

That is to say, this is really a temporary initiative of a racist.

"Where are the shooters?" If it's true, there's one missing clue.

"They didn't get caught. They were covered by someone from the police." When Hans arrived, they began searching for the shooter.But they were interrogated by the police in the process of tracking, the reason is very simple, such a bad shooting incident, the whole city is on alert.

As for the expressionless, gun carrying special guards, of course, they would come forward to check, and it happened that everyone was stopped.

"Ranger captain, did he say anything?" This is the only clue.

Hans suddenly picked up the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "a lot."

"Andrew batty, about 40, unemployed and long-time gangster, has a wife and a 13-year-old daughter and works in strip clubs on the 42nd block."

"It was a wonderful first half of my life." The 13-year-old stripper, who was sent in by himself, is a kind of flattery to say that he is scum.

"Who sent you here?" Li Zitao asked, sitting opposite him, looking at the black and puffy face in front of him and his feet on the nail board.

"I, I don't know." Batty opened his eyes hard and saw a calloused fist.

Bang!

"I said, I don't know." Pain closed his eyes, dark green eyes cracked, blood flowing down his cheek to the ground.

Bang!

"Now, do you remember the starting point?" Another blow on his stomach, looking at Barty with his mouth wide and retching, Hans asked, tugging at his hair.

"Yes, Becca. Becca asked me to do it." Barty says a name.

His fellow gangsters, the troopers, his captain's clothes, pistols and horses were all provided by this man named Becca.

"Where is he?" Becca, a very strange name, it seems that people who want his life are very cautious.

Moreover, he suddenly thought of what happened on the European train, and no one has given him an account.

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