Exorcism in Los Angeles? Just talk it out!

A beat-up pickup truck was showing off its skills in front of a Lamborghini.

After a while, walk in a zigzag pattern.

A moment later, she does a cool drift and then walks backwards facing it, while her owner blows her a kiss from inside the car.

The incredible driving skills and the amazing pickup truck left the beautiful woman speechless, and she didn't even dare to accelerate further.

"Hey beautiful, I have something to do right now and I'm rushing to work. Let's meet up another time. Love you! Bye-bye!"

Having won the car, Li Ang was in a great mood. He opened the car window, leaned out, made a heart shape with his hands towards the beautiful woman, and then sped away.

Of course, he didn't take the beautiful woman's joke seriously. If he did, she could easily accuse him of sexual harassment and summon a group of feminists to beat him up. X-ray vision is all about mutual consent...

The beautiful woman was left speechless, unable to understand what was going on.

How could a beat-up pickup truck from half a century ago outrun her sports car?

The key is the other driver's skills... they're simply amazing, comparable to a race car driver, a driving god.

"Oh my god, this is impossible... a beat-up pickup truck, actually..."

But then the beautiful woman suddenly remembered something, a charmingly wicked smile playing on her lips, and she picked up her phone and made a call.

"Hello, 911? I want to report someone illegally modifying their vehicle. They have a beat-up pickup truck with what looks like a sports car engine installed inside. The license plate number is XXXX. This poses a great danger to citizens."

"Yes, it's one of those pickup trucks from the 1980s, which I guess is discontinued. They put a sports car engine inside and beat my Lamborghini..."

After making the report, a smug glint flashed in the beautiful woman's eyes. "Serves you right for beating me. Don't you know women can be petty?"

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"Sir, here is your driver's license and invoice. Please take them."

Inside the gun shop, an employee logged onto the website on a computer, checked Li Ang's personal information, found that he met the purchase requirements, and then completed the transaction.

Receive payment, issue invoices, and deliver the gun.

Li Ang was also reminded to abide by gun laws, not to display firearms in front of others, and not to fire shots indiscriminately, even if not to hit anyone, as this is illegal.

All sorts of miscellaneous firearms were displayed openly on the counter, none of them loaded with magazines.

Li Ang chose a silver revolver, which was cool and good-looking.

Another one is a second-hand Smith & Wesson Model 617, a .22 caliber revolver. This one has low recoil but can hold ten rounds, making it suitable for the elderly.

I put it in Li Zhanyuan's shop for him to use. Including taxes, it came to exactly one thousand US dollars.

"Thank you, could you please send me a few more bullets?"

The shop assistant smiled and said, "I'm sorry, sir, this is already the best deal..."

"Okay." Li Ang took the gun license from the shop assistant.

The white clerk kindly reminded him, "Your gun license won't be issued for about 10 days, so please remember not to take it out during this time."

The gun shop issues an "FSC" certificate, which is only proof that Li Ang legally purchased the gun; the gun can only be used at home or at the shooting range.

A genuine gun license (CCW) takes about 10 days to obtain. If you take a gun out without this license, you will face a serious crime.

Li Ang shook his backpack in a cheerful mood. In his past life, he had loved the revolvers of Western cowboys. He thought revolvers were super cool, stylish and not afraid of jamming.

Especially the Smith & Wesson M500 revolver.

The M500 is known as the world's most powerful handgun, capable of killing an elephant with a single shot, and is a favorite of Li Ang.

What boy could resist such a big toy?

"Once I'm a bit taller, I'll buy an M500 to play with, hehe..."

Um! ?

Where's the car?

Where's my car?

Li Ang stared blankly at his car. It was gone?

"No way, how could anyone steal such a dilapidated pickup truck? It doesn't make sense..."

Without his car and out of money, Li Ang could only grumble and curse as he walked home…

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"Could it be that the beautiful woman I beat got stuck in traffic and called to report me, saying I illegally modified my car?"

"That's not a valid argument either. The owner should be waited for before the tow truck arrives."

As Li Ang walked, his face was full of doubt. His sixth sense told him that the theft of his car was somehow related to the beautiful woman he had been racing at noon.

The sky gradually darkened, and a thick patch of dark clouds appeared, looking like it was about to rain.

The streets were sparsely populated; many people had gone home.

Li Ang looked up and around, finally finding a bus stop. Although almost everyone in Amei had a car, public transportation still existed.

I don't have money for a taxi right now, so I can only take the old bus home.

I don't know when, but fog rolled in...

In the dark fog, a bus with its fog lights on slowly approaches.

"Achoo! Why do I suddenly feel cold?" Li Ang sneezed and looked around.

I don't know when, but the fog around us became even thicker.

The bus slowly came to a stop. Li Ang glanced at it and saw that it was an old-fashioned bus, probably a product of several decades ago. This was very common in capitalist countries, where public facilities would never be phased out as long as they were still usable.

But a light drizzle had already started outside, and without thinking too much, he got into the car as soon as the door opened.

Li Ang didn't notice that the bus he had just boarded had number 13 written on it...

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"Useless! Didn't you keep assuring me that that Chinese kid would be easy to scare?"

"How did it end up killing someone?"

On a skyscraper, in an entire floor of an office building, a bald, overweight man weighing 200 pounds was furiously berating his assistant.

Gold Coin Wallace is a businessman who rose from the bottom of the gangster world in the slums of Los Angeles, and is also a real estate tycoon.

After achieving commercial success, he cleaned up his image and became a real estate developer, mainly engaged in real estate and shopping mall businesses.

Although Los Angeles is a bustling metropolis, the real estate market is not easy to navigate, and competing with large corporations is not a simple matter.

As a result, gold coins set their sights on Chinatown. With the increase in tourists from the East, Chinatown became increasingly prosperous, and the tourism industry flourished.

So he planned to open a large shopping mall after acquiring the land. The Chinese were timid and afraid of death. With the help of both the legitimate and criminal underworld, many Chinese landlords sold their houses and land at a reasonable price under his persuasive tactics.

This is where the gold coin strategy is sophisticated. He buys at a fair price, not for free, making it a legal transaction that leaves no evidence and prevents the FBI from targeting him.

But what annoyed him was that there was an old man in Chinatown who refused to sell his land no matter what.

So Jinbi had his assistant find two gangsters to break into a house in the middle of the night and force Li Ang to sign a transfer agreement. If they didn't cooperate, they were to be secretly killed. But...

Two gang members are dead.

"Boss, don't worry, that agreement is blank. The police have no evidence that we sent those two people. Besides, they are both homeless people. No one would care if they died."

The assistant, a burly Black man, said menacingly, "I'll go find the pirate gang right now and secretly take that kid out..."

"Shut up--"

Gold Coin cursed angrily, "And are you stupid? Someone just died at his house, we should wait a while before talking about it."

"Then let's find someone from the legitimate world..."

"Someone called me and said that guy has some connections with the congressman, so we can't use the legitimate methods anymore."

The burly Black man said worriedly, "But boss, if we delay starting construction by even one day, we'll have to pay the bank an extra day's interest. That would be a huge loss for us."

"So we need to find a solution that satisfies both sides..."