Jedi Knight in American Comics

"Who are you and where are you?"

Ye Chu woke up in a daze, his mind a little unclear.

He seemed to have forgotten the incident when he was knocked unconscious by a lightsaber, let alone everything that happened after that. Instead, he wondered who the unshaven white man in front of him was and why he was in his room.

Wait, your own room.

Ye Chu quickly woke up when he thought of this. Although he was still a little confused, the cold metal texture under his body and the sight before his eyes told him that this was not his room.

He was a little panicked and struggled to get up, but found that his hands and feet were not very flexible and kept moving. As he moved, Ye Chu's eyes glanced at himself, and he realized that the clothes were not even his own. He had never bought such clothes before, and he actually wore a cloak. Who in the right mind would wear a cloak?

"I was kidnapped. Why is there a white policeman here with an injured leg? Are these kidnappers so cruel? Even the police chief dared to finish the kidnapping. I'm so poor and I'm probably going to be ripped off. Wait a minute, this black shirt is under my butt. Why does the cloak look familiar?”

Don't tell me, Ye Chu, who thought he had been kidnapped, quickly got rid of that confused state. Under the secretion of adrenaline, his brain was spinning at high speed, and all kinds of information around him were being collected at a speed far beyond his usual limit. into his brain.

Of course, Ye Chu didn't notice this at all at this time.

Thanks to those Hollywood movies, he knew it was best not to shout loudly at this time, as it would only lead to some bad situations happening. He worked hard to move his hands and feet. No matter what, he wanted to find a way to regain his ability to move first. First set a small goal for yourself, for example, sit up.

"Hey, Bai boy, please be quiet, you will cause us to be discovered. Who are you? How did you fall from the sky? Are you from the NSA?"

Seeing that Ye Chu seemed to have finally woken up, Old John thought that he might have some special skills because of the strange way he appeared, and the two of them could figure out how to escape.

But he didn't expect Ye Chu to say nothing after waking up. After taking a look at him, he just opened his eyes and looked around. After a few seconds of silence, he moved around on the ground as if he wanted to sit up. And judging by how far he moved, he was almost there.

Cursing secretly in his heart, Old John quickly stopped Ye Chu's increasing movements, fearing that he would disturb the two black brothers next to him. Ye Chu's series of actions seemed quite professional, and at least his psychological quality was good. He only hoped that Ye Chu was really a "special person" sent by the government to rescue the hostages.

There are always some people who look ordinary, but only when they take off their coats do they realize they are wearing underwear, right?

But undoubtedly, Ye Chu disappointed him.

"nsa, who do you call white boy?"

Ye Chu was confused by the middle-aged white man in front of him. He knew that he didn't look like an agent no matter how he looked. The strangest thing was that he actually called himself Bai Xiaozi. These days, even if you have bad eyesight, you can become a police officer.

"See clearly, I am an authentic Huang"

"What's yellow?"

Ye Chu raised his right hand that had just regained mobility, wanting to put it in front of the guy's eyes to show him his skin color, but he didn't want to see his right hand, but he was stunned first.

It is absolutely impossible for him to admit his mistake. This was not his hand.

As a young and energetic single who has lived with his right hand for more than ten years, he would have friendly contact with it even if nothing happened. How could he admit his mistake? Ye Chu knew exactly how many lines there were on it.

And more importantly, the skin on this hand is really too white. So Ye Chu can be sure that this white hand is definitely not his.

Ye Chu, who was a little dazed, moved his gaze upwards along the hand.

"This arm doesn't look like my own either."

Ye Chu panicked a little. He hurriedly adjusted his posture and looked behind him. Old John had no time to stop him. Fortunately, the two black brothers guarding them were still smoking a little far away from them and didn't notice it at all.

Let me say here that the two of them were thrown into the back pocket of a pickup truck by those black brothers, and Ye Chu