Now I once again realized that it wasn't without reason that I was bullied by Xiao Qin when I was a child. Whether it was the Ren family or the Huo family, there were some heaven-defying characters. Xiao Qin inherited the bloodline of both families, so it's impossible for her not to be awesome.
After Kamakura's body temperature returned to normal on my bed (it felt a little weird to say this), he revived on the spot from a half-dead state with full health and mana. He took off his bulletproof vest and used a simple tool in his tactical belt to remove the shrapnel that had pierced into his chest. Then, he wrapped himself in bandages and sat down to talk to me.
Damn it! (His sister is Xiao Qin, so I can also change this exclamation to 'Xiao Qin's'! Or 'The Little Tyrant'!) When I first saw the playboy Huo ZhenBang, I thought he had AIDS and had to take a lot of drugs every day. He also didn't look like he could fight very well, so I thought the Huo family's bloodline would be safer! Who would have thought that it wasn't the case at all! The eldest son of Huo ZhenBang, Kamakura, was a real monster!
"Give me a glass of water." Kamakura ordered me with a gloomy face. I could tell he was talking to me as Xiao Qin's brother.
I couldn't afford to mess with this desperate guy. Plus he was injured, so I should satisfy his request no matter what the reason was.
After drinking a glass of water, Kamakura told me to close the doors and windows. He used an emotionless tone to tell me how he went from being a Triad cadre to being Ai ShuQiao's subordinate.
The whole process was thrilling, and I felt that it wasn't any worse than some spy novels. But Kamakura used a flat and indifferent tone to narrate it. It was obvious that he didn't have the ability to be a qualified tabloid reporter.
If I were to directly repeat Kamakura's words to everyone, they would definitely be very dissatisfied after hearing it. They would feel that it was too dry and that it would be a pity to throw it away. So, I decided to use the omniscient perspective that the causal calculation program was best at, and with her vast writing power (more than five million words of erotic literature), I told everyone this bizarre story that happened in a foreign country.
Special note: Ever since Xiao Yin recorded the 'Chronicles of Forced Sex' in my reincarnation dream, she gradually developed a hobby of writing novels on her spare time. Plus, she can always appear at the same time as me at the scene of an event through the smart watch on my arm. That's why she can write a detailed 'Observation Diary'. She's basically writing my daily life into a novel.
In order to preserve evidence, I even took the initiative to use my smartwatch as a recording pen. It also provided a huge amount of material for Xiao Yin to write her observation diary.
Therefore, from now on, due to my poor language skills and the fact that I like to copy and paste, when I tell my story, I will use the contents of 'Ye Lin's Observation Diary' from time to time. This way, I can save a lot of time to exercise.
Of course, 'Observation Diary' is written in the third person, and it often includes other people's psychological activities (like the class leader and Gong CaiCai). This is a guess Xiao Yin made using her mental simulation system (similar to the 'heartbeat question and answer' program). It might not be exactly the same as what I think, but it still has a certain amount of reference value.
So starting from Kamakura's story, the third person narration might gradually increase, and there might even be narrations like 'Ye Lin turned over in his sleep'. Please keep in mind that this is from Xiao Yin's perspective, and it's not like I know I'm turning over in my sleep, and I like to use the third person to act cute.
Unlike cute girls, if I, a muscular Spartan, often say: "Ye Lin looked at the cupcake in front of him and thought to himself, if only I could eat it …", then it would definitely give everyone goosebumps.
But even if it's from Xiao Yin's perspective, I will still do my job to ridicule her. I will strive to be a little more insane in the future, and I won't let go of any points that Xiao Yin might make in her description.
Let's use the undercover legend of Kamakura as an example to let everyone experience the effect of Xiao Yin narrating the story while I was in charge of ridiculing her.
[27 months ago, Los Angeles, the day Huo Jiangdong's life changed] Huo Jiangdong was Kamakura's real name, but he wasn't called Kamakura at that time.
But for Huo Jiangdong, the two words' Kamakura 'didn't just remind him of a place in Japan.' Kamakura 'was someone's nickname, and Huo Jiangdong was very familiar with this person.
Huo Jiangdong sat in front of the bar in a secret tavern. This tavern was the internal contact point of the Triad in Los Angeles. At this moment, the narrow tavern was empty except for Huo Jiangdong, not even the bartender was there.
Huo Jiangdong, wearing a suit and leather shoes, sat gloomily and stared at a glass of hydrochloric acid solution on the bar.
Just a quarter of an hour ago, a low-level member of the Triad came to the tavern and used half a glass of hydrochloric acid solution to melt off some of his fingerprints on the bar.
Some things that needed to be kept secret, and it was best to not even leave fingerprints. Gangs often used this kind of method. Huo Jiangdong coldly watched as the brawny man finished this task, and after indifferently relayed the mission given by the organization, he coldly watched as the man left the tavern.
After the brawny man left, there was still half a glass of hydrochloric acid solution left. Huo Jiangdong stared at the transparent liquid, like an ordinary customer in a bar looking at his half-drunk brandy in disappointment.
He lit a cigarette for himself and recalled his life when he had just turned 20.
Huo Jiangdong's mother was a dancer. When she was in financial distress, she received help from Huo ZhenBang and took this as an opportunity to develop feelings for Huo ZhenBang. In the end, she even gave birth to a son for him without any status.
That stupid woman had died two years ago.
Huo Jiangdong frowned and recalled that before his mother died, she was still deeply in love with that playboy. He couldn't tell whether it was because of disdain or pain, but he inhaled the nicotine deep into his lungs and felt better because of it.
"Irresponsible guy. In your opinion, sending money to us every month is equivalent to fulfilling a father's duty, right?"
Huo ZhenBang quickly smoked the cigarette to the end and wiped it out in the ashtray. His thoughts spread like the cigarette smoke in the bar. Because of the smell of the cigarette, the taste of hydrochloric acid was much lighter.
After his mother died of acute pneumonia, Huo ZhenBang flew to the United States to meet Huo Jiangdong and arranged for his son, who was already 18 years old, to enter the local Triad organization, intending to train him to be his successor in the underworld.
This was the second time Huo Jiangdong met his father. When he was 7 years old, he met his father once when he passed through the United States. At that time, his father angrily questioned Huo ZhenBang why he didn't marry his mother and why he married the female MMA world champion, which made the atmosphere very unpleasant.
After that, Huo Jiangdong never saw his father again. Even if his father occasionally came to the United States for business, he would only meet with his mother in secret.
Huo Jiangdong didn't like his father. He heard that Huo ZhenBang's marriage only lasted for two years. After being found out that he was having fun outside, Huo ZhenBang was severely beaten and his wife left him without looking back.
"This woman is very bold." After hearing this, Huo Jiangdong couldn't help but laugh. When he was 7 years old, he hated the woman named Ren HongLi because he felt that Ren HongLi took his mother's position. But now, he understood that Ren HongLi and his mother were both deceived.
"Ren HongLi and Huo ZhenBang seem to have a daughter. She should be 13 or 14 years old now, right?"
Huo Jiangdong self-deprecatingly raised the glass in front of him, but quickly put it down — it was half filled with hydrochloric acid.
"Hmph, you're my half-sister from the same mother? We are on opposite sides of the world, so we probably won't meet again for the rest of our lives, right? "
Accepting his father's appointment as a middle-level cadre in the Los Angeles Triad didn't mean that Huo Jiangdong had forgiven his father. It was just that he had nothing else to do for the time being.
Speaking of which, the Los Angeles Triad wasn't very powerful even in the United States. There were many more powerful Triad organizations in many other American cities.
And serving as a middle-level cadre in the Los Angeles Triad didn't seem like they were really training Huo Jiangdong to be Huo ZhenBang's successor in the underworld.
But only a layman would come to that conclusion.
Los Angeles was where Hollywood was located. There was always a lot of money to be gained from things related to movies and showbiz. Many underworld organizations wanted a piece of the pie, so the struggle here was very harsh.
Placing Huo Jiangdong, who had just turned 18 two years ago, here could provide a rare opportunity for him to gain experience and familiarize him with the cruel environment of the underworld.
As for the position of middle-level cadre, Huo Jiangdong was still young and didn't have enough seniority to take on big responsibilities. Secondly, Huo ZhenBang didn't want his son to stand in the eye of the storm and attract too much attention.
Middle-level cadre could get in touch with the leaders of the organization from above, and from below, they could get in touch with the people at the bottom. It was the best position to understand the underworld.
And this middle-level cadre also functioned as Huo ZhenBang's spokesperson. All of Huo ZhenBang's orders would be conveyed through Huo Jiangdong.
So the level of the position didn't matter.
Maybe because he felt sorry for Huo Jiangdong's mother, Huo ZhenBang arranged a fat position for him. This middle-level cadre only needed to convey the orders of the superiors to the subordinates, or to convey Huo ZhenBang's orders to the superiors. The rest of the time, he could do whatever he wanted.
However, Huo Jiangdong didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps. He was handsome, tall, and had always come from a wealthy family, but he had never had a girlfriend.
Through his mother, he knew how sad a woman who had been let down would be. He decided not to establish an intimate relationship with any girl, unless he could be sure that he would marry the other party.
"Holy sh * t! Isn't this what Chairman Mao said, "Any love without the purpose of marriage is a hooligan?" Huo Jiangdong, if you implement this motto in the open-minded United States, you'll definitely scare the girls who are interested in you! " In this small tavern, Huo Jiangdong thought that his 20-year-old life would continue without any trouble, just like when he was 18 or 19. However, the shadow of evil and death was approaching him.
The person nicknamed "Kamakura" was wearing the same black suit. He pushed open the wooden door of the small tavern and walked towards the bar counter.
Huo Jiangdong was surprised to find that the person covered the lower half of his face with a black cloth, like a ninja in a movie.
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