My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Li Fu listened to the voice on the other end of the phone and thought he was hallucinating, so he forgot to answer.

"Can you hear me, Lee?" Lucy's voice came through the receiver, a little lower than she remembered.

She's gained a bit more composure and lost some of the girlish charm she had when she was flirting with Old Fashioned in a Los Angeles bar.

But that soft, sweet voice with a Tennessee accent hasn't changed at all.

"If you hear me, do as I say. Take the next available flight to Nashville immediately. Only then can I guarantee your safety."

The silence on the other end of the phone made her a little anxious.

Li Fu stood in the living room of the gray-white bungalow in East Los Angeles, holding his phone, with the curtains drawn tightly shut.

The wind outside the window blew the palm tree branches and leaves against the tin roof, making a soft rustling sound.

He didn't ask Lucy how she knew these things; perhaps in this circle, news spreads faster than a bullet.

The assassination of Goldstein and the tragic death of Winthrop, both occurring on the same day, are obviously not coincidental.

And someone who can interact with both of these people and has the ability to carry out an operation of this level...

There's not a second one like it in all of Los Angeles.

Lucy knew it must be Li Fu.

She was deeply moved, and she never expected that Li Fu would never stop seeking revenge against those who had hurt her.

"Okay, I'll go now," Li Fu replied slowly.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Lucy gave an address and a flight number, "Call this number when you arrive, I'll be waiting for you."

She didn't whine or cling to him like she used to; she simply hung up the phone.

Time waits for no one.

Without hesitation, Li Fu immediately began packing his luggage, not because he wanted to escape Los Angeles, but because he knew Lucy was right.

Hilton knew he had investigated Goldstein, and perhaps others did as well.

Blues Cellars doesn't have just one partner.

If someone of Goldstein's stature were assassinated, the FBI would definitely get involved; Hilton had no reason to lie to him about something like that.

He had seen too much of the FBI's true nature in the news in his previous life; they were the kind of people who could classify someone who had been shot eight times in the back as a suicide.

Whether there is evidence or not may not matter at all; if they want you to be guilty, then you are guilty.

He doesn't need to clear his name; he needs to be safe.

Li Fu pulled an old hiking backpack from under the table, unzipped it, and stuffed in a few changes of clothes, a spare encrypted phone, a dagger, and the passport that Lucy had previously helped him obtain.

The handgun I usually carry can only be left behind because it won't pass through security when boarding the plane.

Although gun ownership is rampant in the United States, airport controls are relatively strict, and passengers are not allowed to carry guns on their person or in their carry-on luggage.

The procedures for legally shipping goods are also somewhat complicated.

Li Fu didn't have time to handle it.

After he went out, he hailed a taxi at the intersection, but the address he gave was not the airport, but the Beverly Hills Shopping Center in downtown Los Angeles.

The taxi driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror and probably thought this Asian man was a bit strange, carrying an old hiking backpack to the shopping center late at night.

But he didn't ask any more questions. Having driven a taxi in Los Angeles for twelve years, he had seen a hundred times stranger things.

Los Angeles has a famous "mistress village," which is known to many taxi drivers and luxury store employees.

These domestic officials and wealthy businessmen, or the women kept by certain shady individuals, love to go on shopping sprees or frequent high-end bars and nightclubs at night.

They seem to treat money like it's nothing.

Sometimes, a casual tip can be more than you earn driving all day.

Li Fu had no idea what the driver was thinking, and he didn't care. He got off the car at the shopping center, went through the automatic doors, and mingled into the bustling crowd on a weekend night.

Then, I bought a black hooded sweatshirt in the men's clothing section on the first floor, a baseball cap and sunglasses in the supermarket on the basement level, changed my clothes in the restroom, and stuffed my original jacket into my backpack.

After this disguise, he was completely different from when he came. If you didn't look closely, you would never mistake him for the same person.

It's very close to the international airport, less than a 20-minute drive away.

Li Fu arrived at the airport safely.

Meanwhile, two other groups of people were also heading to the airport.

The airport was brightly lit and bustling with people.

Li Fu pulled his baseball cap low, wore sunglasses, and carried a hiking backpack as he printed his boarding pass at the self-service check-in terminal.

He chose a window seat and sat in the last row.

This spot is usually inconspicuous in crowds and also makes it easy to observe the situation.

Time passed slowly, with passengers coming and going, one group after another.

Finally, it was time for the security check of his flight.

Li Fu showed no unusual behavior, acting like an ordinary passenger catching a night flight.

At this time, some disturbances broke out outside the waiting hall.

Three burly men in dark suits rushed in from the terminal entrance, their steps hurried, their eyes scanning every corner like eagles.

One of them was talking into his headset.

Because it's too far away to hear.

Li Fu knew these people might have been sent by the Winthrop family, so he killed their heir, Chad Winthrop.

This is different from the assassination of Goldstein.

Winslop and Li Fu had a grudge against each other, whether it was the latter's attempt to bribe him with $200,000 or the subsequent assassination attempt on him by a hired killer.

These things were no secret to the older members of the Winthrop family.

Regardless of whether the other party has evidence or not, they will likely not let this go easily, and at the very least, they will not allow him to leave Los Angeles at this moment.

Li Fu showed no abnormalities.

It would be difficult for these people to find him in the crowd at the airport.

Even if we eventually find him, by then he will have already checked his ticket and is ready to board the plane.

Do they really dare to cause a scene at the airport?

Everything went as he had predicted.

The boarding announcement came on time, and he stood up, picked up his backpack, and joined the middle of the line.

As he crossed the boarding bridge, he glanced through the glass window at the night view on the tarmac. The lights of Los Angeles stretched out in the distance like a golden sea, with no end in sight.

He could only leave this entertainment capital for the time being.

As for the three burly men, they were still searching aimlessly in the waiting area like headless flies.

Before Li Fu finally turned off his phone, he saw several missed calls on the screen, including those from Gadot, Hilton, and two other unfamiliar numbers.

He didn't reply to anyone, but simply handed over his work at the wine company via text message.

Then, shut it down.

The plane taxis on the runway, accelerates, and takes off...

The lights outside the window changed from dots to lines, from lines to a blurry halo, and then were obscured by clouds until nothing could be seen.

Li Fu leaned back in his seat, looking out the window.

The plane flew smoothly at an altitude of 30,000 feet.

The cabin lights were dimmed, and most of the passengers were asleep. Li Fu opened his eyes and looked out the window at the clouds that shimmered silvery-white in the moonlight.

I'm about to see Lucy.

He originally thought it would be difficult for them to see each other again.

Even if we were to meet, it wouldn't be now.

He felt somewhat lost and unsure of the Forrest family's and Cole's attitudes.

She definitely knows about Gadot's affair.

During the less than four-hour flight, Li Fu barely rested.

When the plane landed, the sky over Nashville was overcast and the clouds were low.

Li Fu walked out of the covered bridge and headed towards the exit.

The glass door opened automatically, and a night breeze rushed in, carrying a damp scent mixed with the smell of grass and earth.

It's completely different from the dry evening breeze in Los Angeles.

He had already traveled across most of the United States, from the West Coast to the South.

Lucy had been waiting outside the airport for a long time.