People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

"Is someone calling for help?"

"What's going on? Are they people who are still struggling on the road, coming in the dark?"

The boss has already given them enough holy water to last until tomorrow.

There's no need to rush!

Hathaway looked with some confusion toward the source of the cries for help.

"Get in the car, we'll see!"

Although the sound could be heard, it was nighttime and Ping'an Town was very quiet, so the sound could travel quite far.

They could hear the voices from where they were standing, but the person who had cried for help was still far away.

The four of them got into the car and decided to go check on the situation, since the person who was shouting for help must have been in mortal danger.

However, Lin Zhiyong was no longer driving. He could barely fit into the pickup truck now, but he still needed to get used to his increased strength.

At the very least, it will take half a day or a day, since the car can't be driven anymore.

Hanks Gan is driving now. Actually, Hathaway also has a driver's license, and so does Chen Ping'an, but right now, the most suitable person to drive is Hanks Gan.

Because Hathaway had no other thoughts at the moment, her eyes seemed to be glued to Lin Zhiyong, who had already hidden his armor and disappeared from sight.

She also wanted to be a superhero like Wonder Woman and maintain world peace!

Mr. Lin Zhiyong is already a superhero, when will it be my turn?

She was crying inside.

To be honest, it was because Lin Zhiyong, a student at the prestigious UCLA campus, was so overwhelmed with food that he experienced a life of luxury and indulgence at a young age.

Anyone else would have been at a loss for what to do under the girl's intense gaze.

"Come closer, I'll whisper something to you!"

Looking into the girl's eyes, Lin Zhiyong suppressed a laugh and revealed some incredible news to her: "Father Ping An has another appointment letter that can make you a soldier of the gods, just like me."

However, don't have too high expectations!

I'm not a formal soldier yet, I'm not a rank-holding soldier. If you really want to rank me, you can think of me as a paladin in the Inquisition of the Papacy in your Western mythology.

They have fighting power, but they cannot yet be called gods.

Of course, if you get an appointment, even if you're not a rank-one candidate like me, you can still get promoted.

"As long as Father Ping An deems your contributions sufficient, he will promote you, and becoming a true deity won't be difficult at all!"

Lin Zhiyong's voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't quiet either. Even though Hanks Gan was driving, it didn't prevent him from hearing it.

To be honest, in terms of contributions, no one can compare to Lin Zhiyong.

However, Hanks Gan felt that he might not be inferior to Hathaway, this young girl.

After all, Hathaway had only joined him a day earlier.

Chen Ping'an knew what Lin Zhiyong meant. From the moment he suggested that these two be witnesses, he and Lin Zhiyong had already made this preparation.

Fishing requires baiting, but catching people requires even more baiting!

Back then, Jiang Ziya spent an unknown amount of time preparing his fishing spot before finally catching King Wen of Zhou.

If Chen Ping'an wants to make a name for himself in America, talented people are indispensable!

But loyal and dedicated people are the ones who truly belong to you!

This was taken into consideration when deciding whether to give the other Yellow Turban Warrior spot to Hathaway or Hanks Gan.

If we're judging by talent, the award should go to Hanks Gan, who has a better mind.

However, Chen Ping'an thought that Hathaway was more destined, because she was the first to seek refuge with him on the street, and this first person was very spiritual!

"I just saw a phantom bow appear in your hand. What's that all about?"

Chen Pingan glanced at Lin Zhiyong, interrupting his mischievous attempt to tease the two of them.

"Oh! You're asking about that?"

Lin Zhiyong suddenly remembered: "Isn't my innate authority the ability to listen to the wind?"

This corresponding authority allows me to use the bow and arrow better, and to shoot arrows at extremely long distances. As long as I can hear the enemy's location, my arrows can hit them!

Moreover, with the help of the wind, my arrows are faster and more powerful, now probably not even as good as a regular anti-materiel sniper rifle!

Moreover, I'm not yet a rank-9. Once I accumulate enough merit and reach the ninth rank, I should be able to match him.

I even rose all the way to the rank of First-Rank Yellow Turban Warrior; I can't even imagine how powerful my bow and arrows would be.

The illusory bow I took out needs to be integrated into the real bow to make the arrows more powerful and more responsive to the wind.

Chen Ping'an understood immediately: "Okay, then let's buy a good bow!"

The Qing Dynasty bow was a short-range spear-throwing weapon, powerful at short distances. If you wanted to shoot far and accurately, you had to look to the Ming Dynasty bow.

"I'll have someone in China buy you a large Ming Dynasty bow made by a famous craftsman."

To be honest, Chen Ping'an initially thought that Lin Zhiyong's bow was an illusion that could be put away after shooting.

Unexpectedly, we still have to use the real bow to merge.

Hanks Gan was driving very fast, after all, the person was shouting for help.

So the pickup truck quickly arrived at the person who was running wildly while holding up his phone to illuminate the way.

"Hey, sir, what's wrong?"

Hanks Gan stopped the car, didn't immediately stick his head out, glanced at the other person with a hint of wariness, and then asked.

"Help!"

Joey rushed over anxiously: "Sir, we need to save our lives."

My companion was bitten by three rattlesnakes from the South Pacific! They all bit his legs!

We don't have a car right now. If we call for an ambulance, it will come here and take him back to the hospital.

That's enough time for him to go see God!

Oh my god, that's my friend!

My best friend, please help me, save him!

This display of deep emotion is enough to demonstrate Joey's acting skills as a petty hoodlum.

If he could disregard social niceties and rely solely on his acting skills, he would definitely be able to make a name for himself in Hollywood.

Unfortunately, Hollywood stars rely not only on acting skills, but also on interpersonal skills, and of course, what they can sell.

Joey doesn't. He can only be a gangster, and he might not even have an American identity!

In the Colombian gang, he could only be a small-time hoodlum, a bottom-tier hoodlum, a waste of all his acting skills.

"There are only two of you?"

Where is your companion who was bitten by a snake?

From the moment Chen Ping'an saw this person, he had already proactively used his Insight Eye, revealing the red name: [Joey, a low-level member of the Columbia Gang].

What's going on?

Could it be those red-named people in the distance when I was handing out talisman water on the street the day before yesterday?

It was too far away at the time, so I didn't pay attention to what factions those red-named individuals belonged to.

They actually tracked us down here?

Suddenly, he heard something, as if there was more than one person!

He heard it all, and Lin Zhiyong certainly heard it too, and he heard it even more clearly.

The pickup truck's headlights were very bright, and the car engine could be heard quite far at night, so Chen Ping'an and his group were spotted as soon as they arrived.

The leader and his two men had already hidden themselves to the side, waiting to see how things would unfold.

"Boss, do you think they'll really fall for it?"

Will they take Joey and Floyd to the hospital?

If they don't deliver it, what will happen to Freud? He'll be bitten by three snakes at the same time!

He'll die if he doesn't go to the hospital!