My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Three days after Thanksgiving, in a mansion somewhere in Washington, the fire in the fireplace burned brightly, dispelling the winter chill.

However, the atmosphere inside the official residence was somewhat cold.

Kushner sat in a sofa chair by the window, a cup of coffee that had gone cold in front of him.

Sitting opposite him was George, a high-ranking FBI official, who was wearing a dark suit with his collar neatly buttoned and holding an unopened folder.

On the sofa in the main seat sat a thin, middle-aged man. He wasn't wearing a suit; his dark gray cardigan made him look more like a high-ranking politician than a neighbor.

This man is one of the most powerful figures in the Democratic Party in the Senate, a stronghold of New York State, and even leaders of the Chinese community in Chinatown have to nod and greet him.

His presence meant that the matter had gone beyond the scope of a "routine FBI investigation."

Kushner spoke first, "The Department of Commerce and the Department of Justice have both suffered setbacks, but Li Fu has one fatal weakness: he most likely has a military background from a major Eastern power."

George didn't reply, his fingers resting on the edge of the folder, glancing in his direction.

"His skills, reaction speed, the CCTV footage of him rescuing people in Los Angeles, and his ability to easily kill two professional assassins all demonstrate that ordinary South American mercenaries are definitely not at that level."

Kushner Sr. confidently articulated his views.

He insisted that they must thoroughly investigate Li Fu's identity. If they could verify Li Fu's military background, given the scale of his current investments in North America, they could easily steer the investigation towards actions that endanger national security.

Even if he is not convicted in the end, the suspicion of espionage will not be completely cleared, which is enough to subject him to months of legal proceedings, or even the cancellation of his green card and deportation.

The middle-aged man leaned back on the sofa and looked at George. "What did you find out over there?"

George opened the folder, his voice carrying a professional calm. "We checked every possible lead. There are no official records of Li Fulai in the immigration system, so we can confirm that he did not enter through a regular port. We conducted an in-depth investigation in the community where he used to live in Los Angeles, and all the clues point to the possibility that he may have been a South American mercenary."

"A mercenary?" Old Kushner's tone turned cold. "Do you think a mercenary could have that kind of skill?"

George ignored him and continued at his own pace: "We interviewed his landlord and neighbors when he first arrived in Los Angeles, and their descriptions were very consistent. He was a kung fu master who often got up early to practice. The neighbors in the area had all seen him. Li Fu himself admitted that he came from South America."

George didn't directly refute Kushner, but the message in his words was, in effect, a rebuttal.

It's not surprising that kung fu masters, after undergoing a period of military-style training, possess top-notch reaction abilities, physique, and proficiency with firearms.

Moreover, old Kushner was too unprofessional. In terms of individual soldier quality, the top mercenary organizations in South America were far superior to regular armies.

They even specifically recruit retired special forces soldiers or combat experts.

"That was a cover he made up for himself," old Kushner clearly disagreed, leaning forward slightly and raising his voice, "His fighting habits and martial arts are completely different things..."

"Have you seen Li Fu's videos on YouTube? He's definitely a master of Bajiquan. Don't challenge my profession with your amateurishness!" George finally lost his temper.

"Don't try to use South American mercenaries to provoke the army of a major Eastern power..."

Kushner thought George was too cowardly.

The two sides then got into an argument.

George was indeed unwilling to take on the formal investigation of Li Fu's case because he knew very well that he would find nothing if he led a team to Nashville.

If you're unlucky, you might even end up like the joint investigation team from the Department of Commerce and the Department of Justice.

Why did he have to go through with this tough challenge?

At the same time, he also felt that old Kushner was a vengeful old bastard, so why push him into the fire?

The middle-aged man raised his hand to stop the two from arguing.

He turned to George, "Aren't the existing clues far from enough to pinpoint him?"

George nodded. "Yes, very far. There is no direct or indirect evidence pointing to his connection with the military of the major Eastern power. The landlord and neighbors testified that he was previously an undocumented immigrant who came from South America. His mercenary experience cannot be found in any records, so it can neither be confirmed nor disproven. We can only judge from the wounds on his body that he has gunshot wounds, and it is highly likely that he has military experience."

The middle-aged man leaned back on the sofa and stopped talking.

Old Kushner's expression changed. "Even so, we can't back down now!"

"What evidence do you have?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.

Kushner fell silent instantly. If he had evidence, why was he wasting his breath talking here?

The middle-aged man wanted to tell him to shut up without evidence, but ultimately held back out of chivalry. "What we need to do is deliver a fatal blow, not just cause trouble for the enemy. Do you understand?"

In his view, if Li Fu cannot be locked down, then there is no point in touching him.

Li Fu now has enough resources to turn an investigation without solid evidence into a public controversy that lasts for years. That would only cause them to exhaust their own manpower and resources in advance, while making the other side more cautious.

The room fell silent instantly.

The middle-aged man stood up, buttoned up his coat, as if he had finished today's agenda. "Let's put the investigation on hold for now, at least temporarily. Don't take any rash actions before we find conclusive evidence."

After the door closed, only old Kushner and George remained in the room.

Old Kushner leaned back in his chair, his face ashen.

George closed the folder, stood up, and said, "If you find any new evidence later, feel free to contact us."

This was the last bit of dignity he left for the elder Kushner.

The next morning, in Li Fu's courtyard in Nashville.

The snow had long since stopped, and sunlight streamed in through the edge of the curtains, casting a long, thin line of light on the floor.

Li Fu sat at the dining table with a cup of coffee in his hand, while Lucy brought two slices of toast from the kitchen and placed them on the table.

She sat down opposite him and quietly ate breakfast with him.

News of the FBI suspending its investigation came from Washington, and the last line of defense completely disappeared.

"Are you going to New York in the next couple of days?" Lucy had been staying in the courtyard for several days, and the two had grown very close, making her a little reluctant to part with her.

"I'll wait until I've sorted out my foreign exchange positions," Li Fu said, not in a hurry to go to New York.

Even if I were to go, I probably wouldn't be able to stay for long.

Because going forward, he outwardly distanced himself from the CP, who was preparing to officially enter politics, and also temporarily withdrew from the center of the political and business vortex.

This is his way of protecting himself amidst the anti-China wave.

His next move may involve focusing on Time Warner and Tribune.

Entertainment is currently the best cover-up.