People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Chapter 73 Unexpected, followed by another unexpected surprise.

"What?"

Chen Ping'an was shocked: "The children have been taken away! How many have been taken away?"

Mark quickly replied on the other end of the phone: "Andrew and I checked with each other, there were children in the three cars, and we saw four children."

There are still some on the estate. Now, I'm asking whether it's permissible to leave one person here to monitor them, while another person tracks their whereabouts.

Without a second thought, Chen Ping'an said, "I agree. You go with them. I want to know where they went."

"yes!"

Although Mark agreed firmly, a somewhat hesitant voice came from the other end of the phone: "Father, I think you should send someone to meet me!"

There were Asian children in three cars, and I don't know if all three cars were heading to the same destination.

If they have different destinations, then I can only follow one route, and it will be very difficult to follow the other one or two routes.

The unexpected turn of events interrupted Chen Ping'an's plans. He had thought he had plenty of time and could wait for Deng Chun to find five respectable men before taking action.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not a game NPC, nor a mindless block of wood; they were human, though comparable to animals.

Plans can change in an instant. According to information obtained from Benjamin, Edward Manor was just a transit point. The group of Asian children went in and were quickly transferred out in batches, which was not surprising.

That's how it should be.

Everything was going according to plan, but that was just wishful thinking on Chen Ping'an's part.

So now he has two choices: one is to continue with the original plan and wait for the good family to arrive before rescuing these children.

another.

Forget about any mission details, just go save people first. If you wait any longer, the children in those three cars might end up on someone else's dinner table.

Chen Ping'an only thought for three seconds before making up his mind. He quickly instructed Mark on the other end of the phone, "I'll take people to Edward Manor right away. Have Andrew go with you to track down those children."

"Keep in touch at all times. I've also sent Lin Zhiyong along—"

Mark, however, offered a different opinion on the other end of the phone: "Father, Mr. Lin is not suitable for tracking criminals."

He lacks experience and is likely to startle the person he is tracking.

Let Robert do it!

He should be very experienced in this area; let him drive Mr. Lin's old Toyota.

Don't drive that pickup truck, it's conspicuous.

Although Lin Zhiyong knew he was being disliked, he just scratched the back of his head awkwardly and didn't say anything.

He really lacked experience.

"Send my men!"

Deng Chun volunteered to follow the vehicle; isn't that a strength of Los Angeles gangsters?

Moreover, Fuqing has a large number of people and vehicles.

They don't need to chase them closely. Just set up surveillance in the direction they go. It may seem like they don't care, but in fact, there are people at every intersection. That's the real tracking and surveillance.

This requires manpower.

Ping'an Town not only has a shortage of manpower, but also a shortage of vehicles.

"Sir, I'll find you the good man you're looking for right away."

Our strength lies in chasing cars without letting the other side notice.

Give me the phone number, and I'll arrange for someone from my gang to connect with the real person's subordinates.

We will not let any vehicle escape, and we will not let any child in the vehicle out of our sight.

This is the confidence of a Los Angeles mob boss. Even if he might not dare to mess with the real top echelons of America, tracking vehicles is no problem for him.

"Okay, I agree."

This is my follower's number; his name is Mark.

Since he's taken such a proactive approach, what can Chen Ping'an say? Deng Chun's words also make sense.

Deng Chun glanced at it, wrote it down, and sent the information to his subordinates. After sending it, he made a phone call to give them detailed instructions on what to do.

Only then did Chen Ping'an have time to deal with Frank's matter: "Alright, you can leave now."

Otherwise, if there's no news for more than two hours, your people might start fighting with the Fuqing gang.

As for those Asian children—”

Frank quickly shook his head: "Father, I know nothing about Asian children, and I haven't even been to Peace Town today."

After saying that, he turned and left, completely ignoring the box of money that was placed in the corner.

Benjamin opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he quickly followed.

Lin Zhiyong was about to ask, "Are you really so comfortable letting them go?"

Before he could even ask, Robert, carrying a gun, walked in with Hanks Gan and Hathaway.

Hathaway and Gan were also carrying guns, but they were old guns from World War II.

Hathaway, in particular, no longer likes trolls and has come to prefer the Mosin-Nagant, a weapon favored by the Soviets during World War II.

"Father!"

"I heard you asked Robert to bring a gun. What are you going to do?"

Hathaway spoke excitedly.

Not only her, but also the homeless people outside who knew the priest was talking and were just waiting not far from the door, all became as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood after seeing the priest transform not long ago.

Originally, the priest racked his brains to give them a speech, denouncing the injustices in America, what the American government should do, and what kind of safety net it should provide for the underprivileged.

If they can't do that, what kind of spirit of resistance should people at the bottom of society have, and who should they resist?

The homeless people wouldn't listen to any of that advice.

But the priest simply produced a set of underwear to wear on the outside—oh, wait, I mean, a set of transparent armor to wear on the outside—when he was attacked.

Suddenly, he produced a full suit of oriental-style armor in front of everyone, which looked very imposing on him, and the people instantly became fanatical.

Perhaps, even if the priest were to lead them to storm the White House today, these fanatical believers would still follow without hesitation.

"right!"

Chen Ping'an nodded: "I plan to take you to attack a manor and rescue the children inside."

"Time is of the essence. If we delay any longer, those children will be taken away and eaten. Go out and ask around; are there any people outside who are afraid to go?"

"If it's available, we won't force you!"

When Hathaway heard this, she was surprised, but as a young girl who often spent time online, the shocks she received online were enough to forge a strong heart for her.

He responded and went outside to make the arrangements.

Chen Ping'an borrowed seven or eight cars from Deng Chun, brought a dozen or so of his men, and headed straight for Edward Manor.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got out of the car outside Edward Manor, the mission panel of the Taiping Heavenly Book popped up again:

[Ding! Congratulations, host. Faced with the choice between saving the child and completing the mission to receive a generous reward, you have chosen to follow your heart and prioritize saving lives.]

The will of the people is the will of Heaven. The Taoist priests of Taiping should take saving the common people as their mission. Only by remaining true to their original aspirations can they achieve their goals.

Original aspirations are rare, hence this reward!

Rewards: "Taiping Yaoshu, Earth Scroll" Yellow Turban military training method "Divine Striking Body Refining Technique", one scroll of Great Han Thunder God Diagram, one military manual, and one civilian manual.

Hint: If all the children can be rescued and delivered to the Han Chinese garrison in Los Angeles, there will be an additional reward.

If possible, try to complete this "Good Family" quest chain; the subsequent rewards are extremely generous, and it's crucial for the development of your territory.

Suddenly, Deng Chun leaned over and whispered some unexpected news: "We've found more than five respectable women!"

Six government-sponsored international students at UCLA, who are also my son's classmates, immediately agreed to help when they heard from my son that some Chinese children might be kidnapped and used as human slaves and that they were seeking help.

I've already sent them the location. Those international students are on their way now. My son drives fast; he said it will only take him 15 minutes to get here.

The surprise came so suddenly that Chen Ping'an was almost caught off guard: "Really?"

Deng Chun nodded vigorously: "Really!"