America, Miami.
Grant slipped while bathing. His head hit the bathtub edge, and he passed out. By the time he was found, he had bled out and died.
Such deaths were common. No one suspected foul play. The odd part was, Grant’s will, stored at a law firm, went missing.
Only the law firm and notary knew of the will. The notary got tangled in Grant’s succession fight. So the firm played dead and stayed silent. The notary was all too happy.
Thus, Grant’s men split into three factions. They quickly fought like dogs.
Within ten days, gunfire barely stopped at certain spots. Of course, Lu Zheng would never admit he slightly influenced some emotions.
Then, as heirs killed each other off, and other Miami bosses stepped in, people found Grant’s assets had vanished mostly after death. Only a few properties remained, plus heaps of debt.
In short, Grant’s Purple Sun Group went bankrupt. No one inherited it. The bank’s loans turned bad debts.
At the time, the CIA fumed over their eight billion USD and leaked black ledger. Grant’s sudden death and infighting drew no notice.
Of course, that came later. Lu Zheng made initial moves, pocketed nearly a billion USD quietly, then left without following up.
…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Lu Zheng had just wrapped things up. He savoured an authentic American beef burger at a Burger King outlet. Then he saw police across the street wave down a pickup. After two words, they drew guns and fired wildly at the cab.
Lu Zheng, “…”
Gunshots rang out. Everyone in the burger shop panicked. Some fled to the kitchen, some dove under tables. Most just dropped flat on the floor.
So practiced it hurt the heart.
Only Lu Zheng stayed calm. He watched out the window with interest.
He had seen such scenes in news and videos before. Today marked his first live view of American police action. Sure enough, words failed, guns came out. And it was…
Emptying the clip!
The cops unloaded full magazines. Dozens of shots turned the pickup cab into Swiss cheese. Only then did they holster, call for backup and ambulances.
Two cops secured the scene. Two managed order. The other two, chatting and laughing, headed in together. Seemed they wanted burgers.
Seeing customers eye them with lingering fear, the two cops chuckled. “All good, folks. Just a junkie high out of his mind, tried to assault. We took him down. You’re safe.”
“Good!”
“Thank God!”
“Thanks, officers!”
The whites said that. The blacks rising from the floor gave weird looks. Clearly, they did not buy it.
“Joe, over there!”
“Hm?”
The called cop turned. He followed his partner’s gaze. Saw an unfamiliar East Asian man eating his burger gracefully. He eyed the bloody scene outside with keen interest.
“He is calm.”
“Not your average Asian. Most would wet themselves now.”
“Foreign tourist? Or… spy?”
“A bit obvious. Maybe a reporter.”
“No clue. Go ask. Could be another win.”
The two cops skipped burgers. They flanked Lu Zheng, one left, one right.
In America, Lu Zheng hid his true face. He used illusion to look like Yuan Jing. Just enough to stay hidden.
Seeing the cops approach, Lu Zheng’s eyes flickered. Puzzled. He was just eating. How did he draw them?
“Sir, show your ID.”
One cop said. The other hand went to his waist holster.
ID? Lu Zheng had none.
Who knew eating snacks would backfire. Lu Zheng replied, “Did not bring it.”
“Did not bring?”
Not just the second cop. The first reached for his gun too. “Then come to the station with us.”
“No.” Lu Zheng frowned. He asked flatly, “What did I do? Why go to the station?”
Could American cops just drag anyone in?
Lu Zheng frowned. A superior’s aura rose naturally. Born of killing, and standing at the food chain top. Confidence and presence.
But that only heightened the cops’ alert. Next instant, two guns pointed at Lu Zheng.
“Stand up!”
“Hands on head!”
“Squat!”
“Step out slow!”
The two barked conflicting orders. Then glared at Lu Zheng angrily. Bodies tense.
Bloody hell. In America, whites were lords. When did Asians get to strut? Were not all Asians meek pansies?
“We suspect you in a robbery. Come with us!”
In the shop, customers saw the cops draw guns and snap. Before shots flew, they bolted out. Staff hid in the kitchen, peeking for the show.
Faced with two barrels, Lu Zheng stayed unmoved. He popped the last burger bite in his mouth. Lips quirked in scorn. “This how American cops work?”
Brows rose. Two eagle-sharp gazes pinned them. Next moment, the cops’ hearts clenched. They squeezed triggers on instinct.
Bang bang bang!
They missed, of course. Lu Zheng flipped the table up first. It blocked the rounds. Then he shoved. Sent the two cops flying.
Body like a swimming fish, he glided three steps. Emerged table side. Snatched both guns. Swung butts to their napes. True qi pierced, shattered their souls.
Vegetative state times two!
Shots drew cries from the kitchen. Then bang. The door slammed shut hard.
Outside, cops who saw customers flee in droves grew curious. Then gunshots sounded. Through glass, they saw the scene.
Draw guns! Seek cover! Call backup!
When the foe had no gun, American cops charged bold. But seeing Lu Zheng down two, grab two irons, they tucked tail at once.
Lu Zheng eyed the pistols. Spun one round his finger casually. Then looked up at the cops hunkered behind cover.
“Seen too many Hollywood cop flicks. Fancy a game?”
