The car came. It was Vincent again.
"Do you want to follow?"
"No," Blackie answered. "I want to walk around and see if there's any new prey."
This time, Blackie didn't follow. The Grim Reaper was really stressful.
It was a true Grim Reaper, a demon that hunted souls.
When Chen Zhao returned to the hotel, it was already three in the morning.
Chen Zhao was really tired. After a casual shower, he lay on the bed.
When he touched the two * ssholes Beelzebub and Raymond in the cup, he was instantly furious.
He'd worked so hard to earn money, but the two of them were sleeping in his bed.
Chen Zhao raised his hand and threw Beelzebub and Raymond out the window.
He didn't get up until noon the next day.
The deal last night was dangerous, but the pay was very good.
Chen Zhao went downstairs and gave Ethan his commission.
"Chen, it's so nice to work with you. At least you don't fool me. In the past, when I worked with people, they always used all sorts of excuses to fool me. I knew that I had good taste."
Ethan was also very happy with his commission of $600.
"Do you want one? It's my treat."
Ethan took out a homemade marijuana cigarette. Chen Zhao shook his head.
Marijuana was as common as daily necessities for Americans. Chen Zhao didn't plan to be a saint and tell everyone he knew to quit, but he definitely wouldn't touch it.
As a doctor, he had to be clear-headed at all times. He rarely even touched alcohol, let alone marijuana.
"Forget it. If you want to treat me, treat me to a meal. That's more practical."
"Don't even think about it." Ethan took out a large plate of hamburgers from under the counter. "It's freshly made. Same price."
"Stingy." Chen Zhao picked up a hamburger and started eating. He also took a drink from the fridge.
"Did you encounter any danger last night?"
Chen Zhao's expression changed slightly. Then he nodded. "Next time there's a deal like this, you better give me a high price. I bet my life. If the price is too low, I definitely won't take it."
"Alright, I'll be careful. But you've earned a few thousand dollars in the past few days. You should give yourself a break and relax."
"What's the use of a few thousand dollars? I don't even have enough to buy a car."
"Do you have a license?"
"Uh … I'm planning to get a driver's license."
"Go out and take a walk. Get to know LA better. This is the City of Angels. Maybe you'll have a romantic encounter at the next intersection."
"How old are you?"
"Fifty-three."
"How many romantic encounters have you had in the fifty-two years of your life?"
"Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me. When I was young, my body was more perfect than Schwarzenegger's. My chest muscles …"
"Schwarzenegger is now 72 years old, and you tell me that when you were young, your figure was better than his? Which age group are you talking about? The year you were born, he won the title of Mr. Global Bodybuilder. "
"Talking to you is so boring." Ethan turned around and walked out of the counter angrily.
How to kill the conversation? That was to directly expose other people's bragging.
"Help me look after the shop. I'm going to look for my romantic encounter."
Since he had nothing to do, Chen Zhao sat at the counter and helped Ethan look after the shop.
It was early October, but the temperature in LA was still 30 degrees Celsius.
There was no air conditioning in the lobby of the motel. There was only a small fan. Just as Chen Zhao was about to fall asleep, a hand knocked on the table.
"Wake up."
Chen Zhao opened his eyes and saw a man and a woman sitting very close to each other.
"Give me a room."
"Fifteen dollars, thank you."
Regular hotels required IDs, but Ethan's motel clearly didn't. As long as someone paid, they could check in directly.
After getting the key, the man and woman hugged and hugged each other as they went upstairs.
Chen Zhao noticed that the way they walked was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.
Nevertheless, there were many open-minded men and women like them in this country.
Chen Zhao didn't take it to heart. He continued to sit there and play with his phone.
Just then, his phone rang. It was Gerlyn.
"Hey, Gerlyn, I'm free today …"
"I'm not calling to ask you out."
"You're hurting me."
"I need your help."
"What is it?"
"Can you bring your tools and come to 103 North Keda Street?"
"You know what I do, right?" Chen Zhao asked tentatively.
Although he and Gerlyn were already very close — after all, they'd already seen each other topless — Chen Zhao still needed to confirm that Gerlyn wasn't trying to bait him.
Of course, Gerlyn wasn't in charge of him.
"I know. I promise you'll be fine."
"Okay." After hanging up, Chen Zhao called Ethan and asked him to come back to look after the motel.
However, Ethan said that it wasn't necessary. He could just leave.
Chen Zhao took his toolbox. Raymond and Beelzebub followed him.
"Gerlyn, I'm here."
A while later, Gerlyn came out and brought Chen Zhao into the house.
As soon as Chen Zhao entered, he saw a few police officers. He immediately tensed up.
"Gerlyn, what's going on?"
Just then, a black police officer who was at least 1.9 meters tall walked over. "Gerlyn, is he the doctor you were talking about?"
"Yes."
"Is he safe?"
"Don't worry, he'll be fine."
The black officer patted Chen Zhao's shoulder. "Buddy, help me save someone. I promise that no police will cause trouble for you in this area."
"Can I see the patient?"
The officers brought Chen Zhao into a room. The room was covered in blood. There was a wounded person lying on the bed. He was also a police officer and had been shot in the stomach.
"Why didn't you call an ambulance?"
"It's none of your business."
Since they didn't want to talk, Chen Zhao didn't ask. He took out his tools and started disinfecting and bandaging the officer's wound.
"Okay, it's best not to do any strenuous exercise in the next seven days. Eat light food too."
"Here's your payment." The black officer gave Chen Zhao $200.
Chen Zhao thought for a moment and still accepted the fee.
"I'll drive you," Gerlyn said.
After leaving the house, Gerlyn let Chen Zhao into the police car.
Chen Zhao didn't ask, but after the initial silence, Gerlyn still told him the truth.
"Are you wondering why my colleague didn't send him to the hospital?"
"From the bullet taken out of the wound, it should be a 9mm bullet. Most of these bullets are for police guns, such as P226 pistols. In other words, the victim was probably shot by a police officer's own gun. He might have lost his gun. If he's sent to the hospital, there'll be a record and the bullet's trajectory will be investigated. It'll be easy to find out that it came from an internal gun."
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