I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

These words immediately stirred up a storm in Karen's heart.

Her heartache and regret for Li Ang made her maternal instincts unable to be suppressed any longer.

However, after Li Ang finished speaking, he seemed to intend to hang up the phone immediately.

"Wait! Li Ang!"

Karen blurted out instinctively, then carefully considered her words:

"I'm sorry, Li Ang, you've misunderstood. It's not that I'm unwilling; it's just that tonight isn't an option."

"Oh, really? Miss Karen, you don't hate me because I'm too dependent on you?"

"My God, Leon, how could I possibly hate you?! Um, I mean, I got a last-minute assignment to patrol the Morris Heights community all night. I really can't accept your invitation."

On the other end of the phone, Li Ang's fingers tightened slightly as he held the public phone receiver.

The location of the rat hole is right in the Morris Heights community!

"Oh, I see."

Li Ang, using a high-pitched voice and adopting the tone of a submissive, obedient boy, said weakly:

"It's alright, work is important. Thank you for explaining to me, you know, Ms. Karen. What I like most about you is your dedication to your job. You are a very reliable heroine! I fully support your work!"

The understanding and restraint in his tone only intensified Karen's regret and guilt.

Karen thought for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said:

"Tomorrow is Saturday. I'm on night duty tonight and can rest for the day. If you... if you're free, maybe we can go eat at that Panda Express you mentioned."

"Really?"

Li Ang's voice instantly became excited.

Through the sound, Karen could almost see the gleam in Li Ang's eyes on his handsome face.

For some reason, Karen blushed even while making a phone call.

She had the shy demeanor of a young girl.

She suppressed her inner turmoil and tried to keep her voice calm as she said:

"Hmm. How about tomorrow at 12:30 PM?"

"No problem! Tomorrow at 12:30 PM, Panda Express, I've got it written down, Miss Karen!"

"Alright, I have something to do here. See you tomorrow then."

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Miss Karen! Oh my god, I'm so happy! Miss Karen actually agreed to have dinner with me! Thank God! Oh ho!"

Hearing Li Ang still saying suggestive things on the other end of the phone, Karen quickly hung up.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, which she couldn't suppress.

……

The mouse hole is located at the corner of the subway station exit.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Elmer huddled in his usual spot, his back against the cold wall, one leg straight and the other bent.

He was in a good mood today, and even unusually, he didn't take drugs.

His fingers tapped out of tune lightly on his knees, as he silently pondered:

If Li Ang can help him open up sales channels for those wealthy students, he won't have to worry about having nowhere to go after the "rat hole" is sealed off.

……

It's 10 p.m.

Li Ang still did not appear.

Even though it wasn't the agreed time yet, Elmer was already starting to feel anxious.

His years of life experience had made him accustomed to lies and betrayal.

Elmer started to have wild thoughts.

Did I misjudge him?

No, that shouldn't be the case. The boy's expression when he cried about his sister's serious illness was very sincere.

An ordinary Chinese-American high school student could not possibly have this kind of acting skills.

Besides, I still have the medical records that the kid provided.

that……

Perhaps the medical record is fake?

After all, I have seen many veterans forge medical records in order to get painkillers.

No, it shouldn't be like this...

The stamp and printed card on that medical record were exactly the same as those from a legitimate clinic.

that……

Could this child be bait thrown out by the NYPD?

No, it shouldn't be like this...

If those NYPD idiots had brains like that, drug dealers in the Bronx would have been wiped out long ago.

Moreover, the Ministry of the Interior would absolutely not risk public opinion by taking this risky step to deal with one of its own small-time drug dealers.

that……

Why isn't that damn Chinese kid here yet?!

……

10:20.

Li Ang still has not appeared.

……

Ten forty.

Li Ang still has not appeared.

Frustration gnawed at Elmer's patience like ants.

Just like a pure love warrior who gets cheated on in the end.

The sweeter the wait, the more terrifying the anger after discovering you've been cheated on.

Elmer's good mood had been completely swept away.

He thought of those phone numbers at the Veterans Affairs Department that were always unreachable.

Those forms that can never be filled out.

Those receipts that he had been waiting for.

wait.

Waiting again.

A long wait.

Endless waiting.

While waiting, Elmer even briefly reflected on his life.

It seems he has lived his whole life in endless waiting.

Waiting to go to the battlefield.

Waiting to be rescued.

Waiting to return home and be discharged from the military.

He is waiting to receive the subsidy that is rightfully his.

Now, even a young, inexperienced Chinese street thug dares to make me wait?

Do you feel like you're getting old?

Are you that easy to fool?

Elmer's eyes turned completely gloomy.

He could almost see Li Ang holding that roll of pills and powder tied with a yellow rubber band, easily exchanging them for cash at a dimly lit party.

Then he grinned and mocked him mercilessly, calling him the old fool squatting in the sewer.

The roar of the subway passing overhead shook the ceiling of the tunnel, causing fine dust to fall.

Each passing train seemed to emphasize the passage of time and Elmer's foolishness in being left behind in a mouse hole.

Elmer touched the military jacket under his buttocks and pulled a pistol from the inside pocket.

The cool touch of the hard Colt M1911 grip slightly suppressed the rage in his heart.

But then another, even colder emotion arose.

That was the humiliation of the old black man being tricked.

He, Elmer Jackson, sergeant major of the 173rd Airborne Brigade, recipient of the Silver Star Medal, and combat hero of the United States!

Now, they've been made a fool of by a young Chinese-American who hasn't even grown up yet?

Elmer then pulled out his ID card and student card, which he had kept in the inner pocket of his military jacket.

"River Valley High School...South Bronx Community..."

……

It's 11 p.m.

This is the deadline agreed upon by Elmer and Leon.

Li Ang still did not appear.

Elmer's last shred of hope vanished completely.

Instead, there was a burning anger of being fooled and betrayed.

The intense anger directly triggered the Vietnam War veteran's post-war stress disorder.

Countless illusions burrowed into his mind like venomous snakes.

The seemingly harmless villager was hiding a razor blade in his arms.

An innocent child is holding explosives in his arms.

Countless comrades were brutally murdered by the Vietnamese, their blood splattering everywhere...

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm going to kill you all!"

Elmer growled and slammed his fist hard against the concrete wall beside him.

The rough wall scraped the skin on the back of his hand, and the pain brought him to his senses for a brief moment.

But then, an even stronger wave of dizziness and nausea hit.

The tunnel in front of Elmer began to rotate, and the lights drew out eerie bands of light.

He seemed to see Li Ang's face, behind the flickering light and shadow, with a mocking smile.

While still lucid, Elmer quickly reached into the oilcloth pouch inside his military jacket and pinched out a small amount of powder.

He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

A scorching heat shot straight to the top of his head, temporarily suppressing Elmer's agitation.

But this also made his eyes appear even more sinister and ruthless.

"Li Ang...you little brat...you dare to play me for a fool?!"