My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Adelina shifted her gaze from Thomas back to Li Fu. Knowing the Forrest family's capabilities, she made no further inquiries.

However, Li Fu's identity does indeed raise concerns.

He has extremely high military skills, and it's a certainty that he has a military background. Although conventional methods cannot detect it, it's hard to guarantee that the enemy won't use other methods.

Li Fu put down his fork. He knew that when Thomas said "there were no problems on his end," he meant his experience as a mercenary in South America. So he said, "During my time in South America, I was mainly forced to do so. I was planning to smuggle myself across the border into Texas, but I was detained and stranded there before I even entered Mexico..."

The new identity he "fabricated" for himself was very complete and logical.

"I had no choice but to join the mercenaries to survive, providing paramilitary services to drug traffickers. I participated in the drug cartel civil war. In one operation, our fifty-man mercenary squad was almost wiped out, and I took the opportunity to escape..." Li Fu said candidly. "Later, I spent all my savings to bribe the Mexican mafia to use their channels to enter the country."

In his narrative, there was no conflict with American border troops, nor was there any action taken that harmed American interests.

The FBI couldn't find any information about his mercenary background, and the CIA couldn't either. South American drug cartel civil wars are so frequent that mercenaries are constantly being hired and not documented, making it impossible to investigate.

As for the original owner's special forces identity and experience in cross-border secret operations, those files are sealed in China, leaving no trace in the civil system, and the FBI cannot find them either.

Of course, this doesn't mean it's without flaws.

If the CIA really decides to investigate domestically, the original owner's neighbors will have memories, and there will be traces of his military service.

However, there is a prerequisite.

They must first know the original owner's exact place of residence; only then can they find those clues.

However, the reality is that the original owner's proof of identity no longer exists; it didn't exist when he transmigrated.

His current passport contains his previous life's household registration information. If the FBI were to check the address on the passport, they would find that the place is clean and tidy, with nothing unusual, and there is not even a person named him there.

As long as the original owner's true identity remains hidden, the FBI and CIA will find nothing, no matter how hard they try.

This is the source of Li Fu's confidence.

Adelina was finally relieved after hearing this. "As long as you are all well, that's all that matters."

The snow is still falling outside the window, but it's warm inside.

After dinner, Adelina stood up and patted Li Fu on the shoulder lightly, "Next time, you don't have to wait for holidays to come. Come and visit more often."

"Okay, I'll definitely visit Auntie more often in the future," Li Fu nodded slightly.

Lucy put on her coat and waited for Li Fu at the door.

The two walked down the steps side by side. The snow was getting heavier, and the ground was covered with a uniform layer of white, making a crunching sound when you stepped on it.

The light from the streetlights cast long shadows of them, stretching side by side across the snow.

Lucy linked arms with Li Fu and walked very slowly.

After a moment of silence, Lucy turned to him and asked, "Do you think none of this would have happened if I had gotten you citizenship instead of a green card?"

"Hmm..." Li Fu pondered for a moment, "There will probably be more, they will always find an excuse."

He doesn't think that changing his nationality will stop him from causing trouble.

Ultimately, it was simply because the enemy felt he was less established and easier to deal with; his nationality merely provided a better excuse.

Even if you change your nationality, you still have skin color and race.

Wang An, Zhao Changpeng, Yang Zhiyuan, and others do not hold citizenship of the major Eastern power.

Of course, when those big shots and capitalists prey on people, they don't bother to distinguish between them. It's just that it's easier to target Chinese people, easier to find allies, and they don't even have to bear social criticism.

The reason Li Fu is still safe and sound is simply because he was aware of the social dynamics of North America from the very beginning.

From the very beginning, he was firmly tied to the Forrest family, and later he even brought a group of people over through the United Foundation.

Those LPs might not be able to provide timely help, but they can certainly help shield us from the wind.

Lucy was silent for a moment, and then slowed her pace.

The light from the streetlamp shone from the sides of the two people, casting two parallel shadows on the snow.

She looked down at the snow at her feet and their shadows, her voice lower than before, "Will you go back someday?"

His nationality has never changed, and she could tell that he didn't want to change it either; perhaps he would go back someday!

Li Fu stopped and turned his head to look at Lucy.

Lucy stood under the streetlight, her breath condensing into white mist in the cold air, a few tiny snowflakes clinging to her eyelashes. She was looking at herself, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something but then swallowed it back.

"I probably won't go back... Even if I do, it'll be a long time from now," Li Fu suddenly thought of the original owner's father at that moment.

He had no ties in the country, so what difference would it make if he went back?

So he hadn't thought about going back, but when he thought of that serious yet stubborn figure, he suddenly felt he couldn't give a completely definite answer.

Hearing this, Lucy tightened her grip on his arm slightly. "Let's go back quickly! It's still a bit cold outside."

Li Fu turned his head to look at the girl beside him. The streetlight shone on her face, the light so soft, highlighting her perfect features. He couldn't help but gently stroke her cheek. "What are you worried about?"

Lucy lowered her head slightly, "I'm worried... that one day you'll suddenly disappear."

She had promised Thomas that she would not seek to marry Li Fu again, but he had done so much for her, and her heart was set on her destiny, which was hard to shake.

Even if it's just a lover, without the commitment of marriage, she doesn't care.

She even wanted to have a child to tie him down, knowing that the great Eastern country valued family values ​​and the continuation of the family line more than anywhere else in the world.

Once you have children, you can't run away no matter where you are.

Li Fu had no idea what she was thinking. He reached out and brushed a thin layer of snow off her hair. "Don't worry! I went through so much trouble to get here, not so I could just leave without saying goodbye one day. Even if I go back, I'll make sure you know where I am."

Lucy breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed, gave him a light kiss, and took his arm again. "Let's go!"

It didn't take long to get back to the courtyard from the manor, because the snowfall wasn't heavy and there wasn't much snow left on the main roads.

Li Fu opened the gate to the small courtyard. The porch light was still on, casting a warm yellow glow on the snow.

Lucy released his arm and skipped into the yard.

This was the first time she had left her father's presence and stayed overnight at Li Fu's residence, and she was very happy.

Thomas's acquiescence was based on Li Fu's enormous contributions to the Forrest family and Lucy's promise that she would no longer seek to marry Li Fu.

This was his helplessness, and also his compromise with his daughter.