My absurd experiences in North America over the years

This section of the coastal highway is deserted, and the streetlights are becoming increasingly sparse, eventually turning the area into complete darkness, leaving only vehicle headlights for illumination.

The night wind grew stronger, and the distant sea turned into a dark gray shadow in the pitch-black night.

Li Fu slowed down as he went around the bend, and the dark-colored Toyota sedan in the rearview mirror remained a short distance away.

However, now that there are no other vehicles blocking their way, the other party has changed from following them in a semi-hidden manner to following them directly and conspicuously.

There was no other way. Highway 1 had very few vehicles at night, and it was still a deserted area. Under these circumstances, it would be difficult for anyone to use tricks to follow others. If they continued, they would only be exposed.

The other party was clearly aware that this was an open game.

That's why right-wing militarism is described as a bunch of lunatics.

This bend is long, and the road surface is narrowing.

Li Fu pressed the accelerator, slowing down considerably, like a novice driver taking a curve. The Toyota in the rearview mirror also slowed down, and of course, the other car couldn't overtake, as overtaking at this point would be very risky.

When he was halfway through the bend, the scene in his rearview mirror changed, and a car headlight cut in from behind.

The oncoming car was traveling much faster than normal, quickly overtaking while hugging the inner lane, and smoothly cutting in front of the dark-colored Toyota sedan.

Taylor Swift was startled, thinking there were some motorcycle gangs. This road condition is not suitable for racing; if you don't operate it properly, you'll go off the road.

The scenery here is as beautiful during the day as it is terrifying at night.

"Is this person crazy?" She frowned slightly.

"It's okay, we'll be home soon," Li Fu said calmly, because he knew it was Thompson's SUV. He was going to slow down and wait for Thompson to catch up.

At this moment, Thompson, driving his SUV, occupied the middle position, acting as a moving barrier that completely blocked the view of the dark Toyota sedan.

Li Fu then stepped on the gas and accelerated through the bend, turning at the fork in the road ahead onto a small road leading to the coastal section.

He felt that his location might have been exposed, and taking the conventional route might be risky. To be on the safe side, it would be better to take a longer route back, since it wouldn't be too far anyway.

He could no longer see the two cars in the rearview mirror, and he trusted Thompson to handle the matter.

In the lane behind, Thompson, using the greater power of his SUV, kept changing lanes and blocking the way, completely shutting down the dark Toyota sedan on the coastal highway and covering Li Fu's safe escape.

After Li Fu walked away, he began to look for a suitable opportunity to force him to stop.

When another small bend appeared ahead, he slowed down to give the other vehicle room to overtake, preparing to ram it sideways as it did so, trapping it against the cliff face.

Unexpectedly, just as the dark-colored Toyota sedan was about to change lanes and accelerate, a brighter beam of lights suddenly appeared behind it.

A heavily armed SUV came straight up from the inner lane without slowing down at all, and its entire body sliced ​​through the side of the Toyota.

With a loud "bang," the impact sound was particularly jarring on the empty coastal highway.

The Toyota was crushed against the cliff face, its body deformed, its hood twisted, and its shattered headlights bounced a few times on the ground before rolling to the side of the road.

Thompson was very surprised by this sudden turn of events, but since he didn't know the other person's identity or purpose, he didn't get out of the car or stop, but continued driving forward, pretending that it was none of his business.

Forty minutes later, Li Fu and Mei Mei had returned to their seaside mountain villa in Malibu.

Taylor Swift had slept for a while in the car and was still a little dazed when she got out. She helped Li Fu into the living room.

Li Fu hung her coat on the hanger, told her to sit for a while to recover, and then went upstairs to wash up.

He patiently waited for Thompson's call.

Not long after, the phone screen lit up.

Thompson's voice came through the receiver, "Mr. Li, something's happened..."

Li Fu's heart skipped a beat. "What happened?"

"The follower was intercepted by a heavily armed off-road vehicle, which crashed into the cliff face. I don't know if he's alive or dead. I didn't stop because I was being cautious," Thompson said, the sound of the sea breeze still audible on his phone.

"You did the right thing," Li Fu said, knowing he wouldn't let Thompson take any risks.

"I just got back to the scene. The car and the people are gone. There's a new scratch on the cliff face, and there are obvious signs of collapse on the rubble at the edge of the roadbed. Judging from the situation, the Toyota should be below the cliff by the roadside now..." Thompson went back afterward.

"What kind of off-road vehicle?" Li Fu was surprised; this couldn't be a coincidence.

"It should have been a Wrangler Jeep. The windshield had been specially treated. It was very dark at the time, and I couldn't see the people in the driver's and passenger's seats. They seemed to be heading towards the trackers," Thompson recalled the scene and was certain of this.

There are currently no vehicles or people at the scene, only a pool of blood. Even if the FBI comes to investigate, it will remain an unsolved case.

"You should leave now and not leave any traces that can be traced," Li Fu said. He wasn't sure who the other person was, but he was afraid that a passing driver might call the police.

If the police find Thompson, it will probably cause some trouble.

"Okay, I'm leaving now," Thompson hung up the phone and drove away immediately.

Li Fu put down his phone and returned to the living room.

Taylor Swift had just stood up from the sofa and stretched when she saw him come in. She couldn't help but hug his neck and snuggle up to him. "So sleepy, you feel so heavy."

Her voice was a little hoarse, but her tone was very charming.

"Shall I carry you up?" Li Fuwei squatted down and picked her up, yawning as he did so.

"Okay," Taylor Swift said, leaning on his shoulder with a look of dependence.

It was already quite late at night. When the two went upstairs to wash up, Taylor Swift said she would wait for him to sleep together. But when Li Fu came out, she was already asleep on the bed in her pajamas.

Li Fu covered her with the blanket and quietly left the bedroom.

He kept thinking about the accident on Highway 1, wondering who the other party was.

The hit-and-run case clearance rate in California is very low, with law enforcement able to solve less than 10% of cases. In metropolitan areas like Los Angeles, the clearance rate is even as low as 8%.

This means that the vast majority of drivers who cause accidents can escape legal punishment.

Highway 1 is a perfect crime scene, with many cliffs and remote sections along the way, making it difficult to find eyewitnesses and many areas lack surveillance cameras.

This is also the main reason why he planned to have Thompson take care of the other party there.

The right-wing elements of Japan deserve to die.

However, an unexpected event occurred: someone made a move before them, and with ruthless methods. Who could it be?

He would never believe it if it were just a simple accident.

Just then, Li Fu's phone rang; it was Fang Li calling.

His heart skipped a beat. Could it be Fang Li?

A late-night call, especially since he had just returned to Los Angeles, couldn't be just a simple greeting, could it?

"You shouldn't have taken Highway 1 back to Los Angeles today," Fang Li said in a deep voice.

"How did you know about this?" Li Fu was now certain that the Wrangler SUV must have been arranged by Fang Li.

"My men saw you in Santa Barbara. This road is dangerous, perfect for assassinations, car accidents, and other mishaps," Fang Li explained the situation. "I was worried that someone might harm you, so I had them follow you."

At its peak, the Chee Kung Tong was essentially the sphere of influence wherever there were Chinese people.

Although it is not as powerful as before, it still has a considerable number of remaining forces in areas such as San Francisco and Los Angeles, and its network of informants is very extensive.

Fang Li didn't finish his sentence. A man like him wouldn't leave any evidence on the phone, and he also believed that Li Fu would definitely guess it.

The follower in the Toyota was not very skilled. Fang Li's men discovered that someone was indeed following Li Fu, so they went all out and directly and forcefully stopped him. Their actions were swift, accurate and ruthless.

And they must have left someone alive, or at least not killed them outright, otherwise it would seem rather unprofessional.

They'll definitely get some useful information out of the questions before resolving the issue.

"Are the people following me Japanese right-wingers?" Li Fu wanted to confirm this.

"Yes, you should be glad that he only found you by chance and wanted to find out where you were staying or see if there was any opportunity along the way. If they had planned ahead, you would probably be in grave danger today."

Fang Li was still somewhat relieved at this point.

"We decided to take Highway 1 on a whim, so it was probably a coincidence that they were following me," Li Fu said, not thinking so.

The enemy couldn't have predicted that they would take Highway 1 back, and if they couldn't predict it, they naturally couldn't ambush them in advance.

He was certain that no one was following him in San Francisco, or before he reached Santa Barbara.

"No matter what, don't take that risk again," Fang Li kindly reminded him.

"Okay, I'll learn from this," Li Fu said without arguing.

"One more thing, although Thompson is efficient and can indeed operate discreetly in that area, it's best to avoid letting him make a move," Fang Li said after careful consideration. "You need a black glove now."

Li Fu's current situation is far from suitable for him to take action himself.

Just like tonight, Fang Li won't tell him who was driving that Wrangler jeep, what they did next, or whether that Japanese right-wing extremist is dead or not.

He made sure that this matter had nothing to do with Li Fu legally.

"Black gloves?" Li Fu clearly knew what that meant, but who could play that role?

Thompson, his personal assistant and head of the security team, was clearly not the best fit either.

Today it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, and he could do it discreetly on Highway 1, so he sent Thompson.

However, Thompson is almost inseparable from him.

People can easily associate Thompson's actions with his own.

"Do you still remember Chen Longyao?" Fang Li suddenly brought up the Fujianese gangster broker who made a deal with Li Fu last year.

It was because of this transaction that Li Fucai began to establish contact with Fang Li and Zhigongtang, gradually leading to the relationship between the two of them, who address each other as uncle and nephew.

"Of course I remember," Li Fu's brow twitched. Was this a move to involve Chinese gangsters?

That probably won't work; he doesn't trust him.