His son's increasingly unbridled behavior at the dining table finally made Lavin yell out his full name succinctly, "Randy Lavin …" This was how this New York detective behaved when he was truly enraged.
At the same time, Zhang Lisheng pondered for a while and suddenly said, "Don't think about going to the supernatural realm to be some new cowboy, Randy. The danger there is beyond your imagination."
"Of course, I know that it's dangerous there. It's said on TV every day."
"It's not the kind of danger that's said on TV, but it's like a desperate situation like in a 'cannibal' horror movie.
At present, the supernatural realm that humans can reach is only a very large primitive island. There's a kind of very tough skin with wrinkled faces that look like an old man in his late 70s, but they're very strong. The dwarves living in the jungle will catch the invaders and peel off their skin bit by bit with a stone knife before eating them … "
Upon hearing Zhang Lisheng's vivid description in a faint voice, everyone at the dining table was stunned. Very curiously, Randy asked, "H-How do you know about Lisheng?"
"I heard it from some survivors who have been there before. Two days ago, I had the same idea as you, and I planned to go to the supernatural realm to have a look.
Later on, a partner of mine who lives in the Upper West Side of New York brought me to see a guy who lives in a mental sanatorium and made me give up on this idea, "Zhang Lisheng said as he wolfed down the last piece of sandwich into his mouth.
"B-But hasn't the supernatural realm just been opened? Besides, if it's so dangerous there …"
"Randy, that madman is not an ordinary person but a former professional soldier. The current environment of the supernatural realm may have improved a lot, so the government opened it to the public, but it doesn't mean that it's safe there." After swallowing the sandwich and gulping down the juice, Zhang Lisheng stood up. "I still have something to do so I'll head to the factory first. Goodbye, everyone."
Watching the young man's back disappearing at the door with quick steps, his half-brother, Harry, suddenly said, "Why do I feel that Brother Lisheng is becoming more and more talkative …"
"What?"
"You don't even understand the tone? Oh, Gill! You're almost becoming that kind of 'antique' who only knows how to learn.
Accent is the kind of very, very stylish feeling, just like the characters in the TV and movies. Do you think I will also become very accent in the future?
'The environment in the supernatural realm may have improved a lot … but this doesn't mean that it's safe … Goodbye, everyone!' "The boy looked at his sister and imitated Zhang Lisheng's actions and tone as he asked.
"Yes, but if you don't have a billionaire's wealth and a successful career that goes along with this' tone ', you'll only be as ridiculous as a narcissistic idiot, just like you are now …"
When the Lavin family's twins were bickering, Zhang Lisheng was driving his Explorer out of the parking lot. Both sides of the street were filled with outlanders who had just woken up from their tired sleep.
Most of them were young people in their late teens to early twenties. When they woke up, they packed up their tents and lined up to wash up at the small community park. Then, they chatted with each other excitedly and rushed to the newly established office of the federal government's Department of Internal Affairs in New York to register for the supernatural realm.
Watching these travel-worn outlanders carrying big backpacks and walking on the streets of New York, Zhang Lisheng, who was enjoying the air-conditioning in the car, could not help but mutter, "They didn't even open the online registration, but they're already so tired to come to New York personally. There are so many stupid people in this world …"
After driving for several dozens of minutes while deep in thought, the young man came to an expensive parking lot in the Upper West Side. After parking the car, he bought a few cans of cold Coke and walked to the Goose Pond Restaurant.
This most famous breakfast restaurant in New York had a long queue as usual. Zhang Lisheng walked through the crowd and came to the side of an old doorman who had gray hair and a blue round hat with a solemn expression. Smiling, he asked, "Good morning, Mr. Arthur. Has Tina arrived yet?"
"Mr. Lisheng, Miss Douglin has not arrived yet, but Miss Steg is in the restaurant."
"Trish is here? Oh, that's good too. Thank you," Zhang Lisheng replied and pushed the door to walk into the restaurant.
A gust of cold air blew on his face. The young man asked the waitress who came up to greet him in a pleasant manner, "Tephanie, where's Trish?"
"Please follow me, Mr. Lisheng." The waitress, who was already quite familiar with Zhang Lisheng, flashed her eight white teeth and smiled. She brought him to a table by the window.
The beautiful redhead was supporting her chin with her hand as she stared blankly at the groups of outlanders who had spent a night in New York's Central Park through the floor-to-ceiling window.
The young man coughed lightly and sat across her. "Tephanie, please give me two plates of tomato beef brisket pasta."
"Please wait for a moment." The waitress smiled and turned to leave.
"You're here, Lisheng." Trish, who snapped back to reality, looked at Zhang Lisheng and waved. "Good morning. Actually, it's not morning anymore. Tina and Sheila haven't come yet, and they're not picking up the phone either. I really have no idea what they're doing."
"Tina was with me last night, so she came home quite late. Perhaps she's too tired so she hasn't woken up yet." The young man excused Tina.
"She went to look for you last night!" To his surprise, when Trish heard this, she gaped in bewilderment and said in annoyance, "Oh, no wonder she's clamoring to leave before nine o 'clock. She actually lied to us by saying that she wanted to spend more time with her parents because school is starting soon. This is really …"
"Oh, is that so? Then maybe I've remembered wrongly. Oh, that's right! She should have been with me the day before yesterday."
"Come on, Lisheng. I'm a sophomore at Harvard University, not a kindergarten student."
"But I'm a graduate student at Stanford, so you're right to listen to me."
"You're becoming more and more cheerful, especially after you came back from Africa." Trish was stunned for a moment before saying with a smile. "Oh, that's right! I've never heard you mention the story that happened in Africa during those few months.
I'm guessing that based on your level of 'trouble' and your bad luck, don't tell me that you happened to choose to live in seclusion in South Africa? "
Zhang Lisheng chuckled and shifted his gaze to the window. "You've guessed it right, Trish. I did indeed live in Johannesburg for a few months."
"Oh, my God! In that case, when those supernatural realm's invaders attacked Cape Town, you were indeed in South Africa?"
"Not only was I in South Africa, but I also arrived in Cape Town on the day when the supernatural realm's invaders launched their attack …" When the young man was speaking, the waitress walked over with two plates of red, green, and tempting tomato brisket pasta. "Mr. Lisheng, your pasta."
"Thank you, Tiffany." Zhang Lisheng took a deep breath of the fragrance that assailed his nostrils and opened a can of cold Coke. Without saying anything, he began to gorge himself in satisfaction.
"Just how hungry are you? You're only talking halfway and you're already wolfing down the pasta. Tell me, have you seen how those supernatural realm's people look like with your own eyes?
"No, but I've seen their chariots, armed motorcycles, and self-propelled missiles." Zhang Lisheng picked up a stick of pasta with a fork and put it into his mouth. "Goose Pond's tomato brisket pasta is really delicious!"
"I've seen those supernatural realm's chariots and airports on TV and the Internet. The shape is very punk, and it's said that it's a product of the steam civilization, but what's a self-propelled missile?
That's right, why did you have to rush to Cape Town from Johannesburg that day? And how did you manage to escape from danger? "
"That's a very long story. I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it even when you're on the plane in the afternoon …"
"What kind of story is so long that it needs to be told for so long?" As Zhang Lisheng was speaking, a clear and familiar female voice resonated from behind him.
"Oh, Tina, you're finally here! Trish wants me to tell her the thrilling story of when I was in South Africa. You know all of these things, so you can stay on the plane to kill time."
"That's a good idea, baby!" Tina kissed the young man's mouth that was filled with ketchup and extended her head towards her best friend, wanting to kiss her cheek.
"Don't even think about it, Tina! Your mouth is covered with ketchup!" Trish quickly moved away and shouted to avoid the girl's mouth.
"You actually despise me? You really make me sad, dear!" Tina pretended to be sad and sat next to Zhang Lisheng.
"The two of you are really … really … indescribable! To think that you're actually kissing while eating spaghetti …" Trish curled her lips and said.
At this time, a hoarse female voice resonated from the side and blocked the girl's words. "Oh, Trish, a devout Catholic girl like you doesn't know that when a man and a woman who are very close to each other get along, they would sometimes put even more disgusting 'things' into their mouths.
It's at a restaurant in the blue-collar district of Manhattan, and I even saw it on Tuesday … "
"Shut up, Sheila!" This time, Tina and Trish growled in a low voice at the same time.
The three girls finally gathered together and began to order and chat together. Zhang Lisheng seemed to have become an extra person at once, and could only watch the endless flow of pedestrians outside the window while eating his spaghetti without saying a word.
It was only until he heard Trish casually mentioning that the government had already opened a direct route to the supernatural realm's island and allowed private funds to join in the operation, and even planned to completely privatize the route within a year that he could not help but ask, "Completely privatized? But don't tell me that we don't need warships to escort us to that damn big island?"
"Oh, the companies that operate the route can order weapons and escorts themselves. I heard that the government has already planned to sign an order in the near future to allow US capital-holding companies to buy some warships and small armed helicopters from General Dynamics and Boeing for the development of the supernatural realm."
Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment before asking in bafflement, "Allowing private companies to buy warships and armed helicopters from General Dynamics and Boeing on top of that? Sh * t! Aren't they also private companies? They even produce weapons?"
"Of course! Is this strange, Lisheng? The largest military factories in the US are all private companies. Otherwise, why would they compete with each other and continue to produce more and more advanced and powerful weapons in order to compete for the orders from the Department of Defense?"
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