Accidentally provoked the whole world

Chapter 35

After smoothing over the guys in the club, John continued to break into it.

There are compartments one by one on the left and right sides, and some inappropriate things are being done in the compartments.

It was obvious that the Serpos Social Club was just a sleazy entertainment venue.

John broke into the room on the left, grabbed the man on the bed, drove the woman away, and asked, "Where is Jonny Wan?"

The man scolded angrily: "Fake you, how the hell do I know?"

John didn't bother to talk too much, picked up the guy and threw it out of the window.

John followed the same pattern and broke into seven or eight more rooms in succession.

The bottom floor of the club was flying like cats and dogs, and men and women fled out yelling.

"Where's Johnny Wan?" John asked for the tenth time.

The guy who didn't even have time to put on his clothes hurriedly said: "It's on the second floor, go inside and go to the third room on the right."

John patted the guy on the head and said, "Good boy."

Let this guy go.

John went upstairs and kicked open the door of the third room on the right.

An Asian man inside was taken aback.

"What are you going to do?" the Asian man asked, speaking in Oriental.

John raised his eyebrows and switched to Eastern dialect, "Are you Qiao Niwan?"

The Asian man shook his head quickly and said with a playful smile: "It turns out, brother, you can also speak Oriental... That will be easy. Look, I am obviously an Oriental, how can I be Qiao Niwan? My name is Fan Jian .You got the wrong guy."

After speaking, he picked up the red box on the table and was about to leave.

John grabbed him and asked, "What's in your box?"

Fan Jian: "What's in my box has nothing to do with you, brother?"

John pulled out his gun, "Stop talking, open it for me!"

"OK, OK," Fan Jian compromised, and reluctantly opened the combination lock on the box.

John snatched it over and lifted the lid of the box, and a gust of white cold air suddenly came out. The box was actually a miniature refrigerator.

John took a closer look inside, and it turned out to be...

John: "Fake, you're a pervert who brought this thing with you... Hey, what is this?"

The air-conditioning dissipated a little, revealing a group of English words below, the transliteration is Joni Wan.

John grabbed the back of Fan Jian's head, "Brother, what do you have to say now?"

Fan Jian: "I...I...Actually, I'm really not..."

John put a gun to his head, "I only give you one chance, whether you want to live or not is up to you. If you kill you, I can still find the people behind you."

Fan Jian couldn't deny it, so he could only sigh, and said dejectedly: "Okay, I'm Jonny Wan, but my real name is Fan Jian, brother, what do you want to know, ask now."

People said it was right, he Fan Jian was just a small boss, if he was killed, he could go to other people to find out the truth, some things couldn't be hidden.

John: "Where is my heart? Also, what happened after I fell from a height."

Fan Jian: "After you fell, I was just ordered to snatch you over. After finding someone to cut your heart, I handed it over to you."

John: "Who did you hand it over to?"

Fan Jian: "My boss Tang Jin."

John: "What does he want my heart for?"

Fan Jian: "I'm not sure about that... The boss won't tell us about these errands."

John nodded and asked again, "Where is Don King now?"

Fan Jian hesitated, "He's usually at the Fortune Tea House in Chinatown. That's the company's office."

John: "One last question, I have a will with me, do you know where it went?"

This will was revealed by touching Willow's corpse when he killed him. The plane crashed before he could use it. Now the will has disappeared, and it is very likely that it has also fallen into their hands.

Fan Jian: "What will? You made a will before?"

John saw that his expression did not seem to be lying, the will was not in his hands.

"It's nothing," John patted him on the shoulder, "you can go."

This will can only be found when Tang Jin is found.

Fan Jian: "Then thank you, brother, thank you for your kindness."

He picked up the red box and was about to run away...

boom!
The back of his head blossomed, and he turned around, "You...you..." Staring at John, he fell down inexplicably.

John: "If I cut my heart, I want to put oil on my feet. It doesn't exist! You executioners, I will never let you go. I will give you a piece of advice. In your next life, remember not to mess with honest people."

Fan Jian spat out a mouthful of old blood and did not move.

……

Leave the club and get back into the car.

That tired feeling came back again.

John looked down, and the router on his waist had only two bars left.

This thing drains battery really fast.

"Dr. Miles said that as long as it is exposed to a current greater than the safe voltage, it can be charged, so the voltage in the car should also meet the charging standard."

John's specialization [Engineering] is elementary (70/75). Although he cannot repair aircraft and cannons, it is not difficult to solve the electrical problems of ordinary vehicles.

He removed the cover, twisted out two ends of thread and held them in his hands, then started the car...

Immediately—

A feeling of soaring permeates the whole body...

……

Fully charged, according to the memory of his predecessor, John drove to the Los Angeles branch of the InterContinental Hotel. At the price of four gold coins, he bought a bulletproof suit, two pistols, a pair of short punches, two burning mines, and a can of smoke mines. , a flash thunder.

The InterContinental Hotel provides paid services for all members. As long as you have gold coins in circulation, you can get supplies at branches in major cities. The business of assassination is still very promising in this plane.

After being fully armed, John continued to drive to Chinatown and stopped at the parking space not far from Fuyun Tea House.

Get out of the car, and walk to the door of the tea house swaggeringly.

John is equipped with long and short weapons, bulletproof suits, and all kinds of mines. It looks like a mobile military (*) arsenal, but there is nothing suspicious on the outside.

All equipment is covered under the bulletproof suit.

John walked into the teahouse, turned around and closed the door, bolted the door bolt, and locked it with the chain lock next to it.

Today, everything here will be history.

The person in charge of the lobby and other subordinates felt that John, a white foreigner, had lost his mind and came here alone to act wildly.

A subordinate came over, "Hey, old man, are you sick? If you don't want to die, hurry up and get lost!"

John drew his pistol.

boom!
One shot taught the guy to be a man.

The person in charge of the lobby was shocked, and hurriedly took out guns with all his subordinates, already realizing that this matter must be bad.

This is the office of Tang Jin's gang. The guard force is unprecedentedly strong. Without any strength, it is absolutely impossible to gain a foothold in Los Angeles.

But no one could have imagined that there would be lunatics who would be so bold as to swagger and come to kick the gym alone in broad daylight.

Caught off guard...

bang bang bang...

John fired two pistols alternately, and the white flames of the guns beat frequently.

Tea sets, decorations, screens and other items in the lobby on the ground floor all flew into the sky.

Including the person in charge of the lobby, all the subordinates were knocked down almost as soon as they touched the gun, causing heavy casualties.

The resistance had just begun and was ruthlessly crushed.

boom!
boom!
Boom!

One by one, John made up all the enemies who were lucky enough to survive, making sure that everyone's corpses were shining brightly. Only when they could touch the loot did they prove that they were indeed dead.

(End of this chapter)