American Legendary Life

"Helen, could you please go out first?" Li Zitao looked at her and said.

"Okay, I'm just outside the door." Dr. Helen left with his assistant and closed the door.

Hearing that there was no echo in the microphone, Li Zitao took off his pocket watch and put it on the table, then took off his jacket and then his shirt.

"--How could it be?" Adelaide was surprised when he saw his back intact.

"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 fiance's back while talking to the chief of staff, Adelaide noticed some small traces on it.

Some are like some kind of colorless tattoo, or the marks left by skin folds, but this kind of graphics.

"Douglas, don’t tell me it’s hard to do. They not only killed me, but also the heroes of the United States. Those veterans, they won the war and gave the United States the golden 10 years to achieve it. Strong and prosperous."

Li Zitao behaved very irritably, just like drunk lunatics, spitting nonsense on the phone, shouting to retaliate and kill them.

Douglas MacArthur was even more troubled. Two veterans were killed and the assassination of a rich man of color was also implicated in the European princess.

He could imagine the pressure from public opinion and the European royal family. Under the Great Depression, people's emotions were riotous and uneasy, and they always needed to vent.

Once things are not handled properly, those **** who are idle at home will surely jump out to hold demonstrations and protests, and find fun for Washington by the way.

But, the first thing to worry about is Washington, not him.

"I will sue the California police, that's all." Douglas doesn't want to get involved in these things. It's the politicians' responsibility, not the soldier's.

"I still need to make a few calls. It's safe here. You can take a hot bath to relax and report your safety to your family."

After handing over his fiancee to Helen, Li Zitao returned to the chair and sat down, rubbing his eyes and closing his eyes in contemplation.

When such a big thing happens, public opinion will soon reach Luxembourg, and no one wants to hide it.

As for the truth, the Kendi family is the most doubtful, but it is also very troublesome because it is the Kendi family.

If they really did it, Li Zitao believed that they had dug a series of traps and waited for him to jump in.

To retaliate, the first thing to consider is what the other party will do.

When he sent someone to retaliate, grab his men, and then take the opportunity to drive him out of the United States?

This is most likely to happen, and the effects that previously occurred outside Kennedy Manor have not yet completely dissipated.

Once someone has grasped the handle, the last thing, whether or not there is evidence, will be counted on his head. Moreover, it really has something to do with him.

At that time, all the images he created will collapse, and will be crowned with the names of "conspirator", "assassin", "cruel Chinese" and so on.

There seems to be no other choice but to get rid of it.

Just forget it?

Not to mention that he was unwilling, the four dead men died in vain, even without an explanation?

"Hopefully my guess is wrong." Calm down, Li Zitao somewhat hoped that his guess was wrong.

Lingling——

The phone rang, and when he heard the sound of John Rockefeller Jr., he knew that the subsequent effects of the incident began to ferment.

Just before the night came, Lawrence brought him unexpected news, "There was also a shooting outside the door of Kennedy Manor. Four bodyguards and two maids were killed."

Want to cover it up, or is someone touching fish in muddy water?

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

I thought it was a 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, pursuing white supremacy, a typical racist.

After the bankruptcy, it was publicized everywhere that the **** Chinese and black people robbed them of their jobs, invaded social welfare and national resources, and reduced him to his current state.

He would attack Li Zitao and Adelaide before, just to retaliate and want to let them taste the pain.

"No one instructed?" Li Zitao remained skeptical.

"I don't think he can lie unless he has received special training." Hans said blankly.

With special training, he has lived and worked in this city for almost 10 years and has never changed places.

The annual vacation is only to go to a farm on the outskirts, a strip party, etc. This possibility is extremely low.

In other words, this is really a temporary intention of a racist.

"What about the gunmen?" If it is true, the clue is one less.

"Not caught. Someone was covering them, and it was someone from the police." Hans's man started searching for the gunman after he arrived.

But they were interrogated by the police during the tracing process, the reason is very simple ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ such a bad shooting happened, the city is on alert.

Of course, the faceless, tyrants carrying guns, of course, they will come to the front to check, it happened that everyone was stopped.

"Captain Mountie, did he say anything?" There was only one clue in his hand.

Hans's mouth suddenly picked up, with a tone of laughter; "A lot."

"Andrew Batty, about 40 years old, unemployed, has long been confused in some small gangs. He is abducted and doing everything. He has a wife and a 13-year-old daughter. She currently works in a **** at 42 blocks."

"It was a wonderful first half of his life." The 13-year-old stripper, who was sent in by himself, said that he was a scumbag.

"Who brought you here?" Li Zitao asked, looking at the ``captain of the police,'' with his swollen nose and feet on the nail board.

"I, I don't know." Batty opened his eyes hard and opened a slit, and saw a fist covered with calluses.

boom!

"I said, I don't know." Closed his eyes in pain, Wu Qing's eyes cracked, and blood flowed down the cheek to the ground.

boom!

"Now, what's the starting point?" Hans asked, pulling another punch on his belly and looking at Batie with an open mouth.

"Yes, Beca, Beka let me do it." Batty said a name.

Like the little gangsters in the gang, the mounted police, his captain's clothing, as well as the pistols and horses, are all provided by this man named Beka.

"Where is he?" Beka, a very unfamiliar name, seems to be very cautious about those who want his life.

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