Time Traveler

At San Francisco International Airport, Guan Lu was very emotional: "It's basically the same as the last time I came here."

　　 Liu Yan shrugged straight: "It shows that the development of capitalism has stagnated."

The two walked forward with their suitcases. The passenger flow in the 1980s was far less than that in the 21st century. Basically, most of the people entering the customs were Japanese. The Japanese in this era are just like the Chinese in thirty years. Travel around the world, throw money everywhere, buy what you see.

"They stopped cooking after the Plaza Accord." Guan Lu looked at the neatly lined Japanese tour group with contempt, and happened to meet an old lady, who said politely, "I'm bowing." Guan Luyi Zhang’s face became swift, and he smiled and bowed to say hello: "I’m bowing.",

After successfully clearing customs, the two bought two tickets to New York at the airport. San Francisco is one of the busiest airports in the western United States. Hundreds of flights take off and land every day. After waiting for two hours, the two boarded their flights. The destination is Newark Airport on the east coast of the American continent.

After a long flight, I finally arrived in Newark. It was rainy and rainy. Through the hazy rain and fog, you could see the McDonnell Douglas 82 airliner taking off and landing at the airport. The three engines were all on the tail wing. The shape was special and conspicuous. The sparkling aluminum alloy background color is the popular airplane painting in the 1970s and 1980s. The busy airport and the traveling passengers are a bit cold in New York in October. The two of them left the airport with their luggage and couldn't help but wrap their clothes tightly.

　　 Guan Lu stopped a taxi, a 70s model Ford sedan, with a huge trunk that could fit any luggage. The driver was a mixed race, obviously not well-educated.

Newark Airport is located in New Jersey, only half an hour’s drive from New York City, but they don’t have time to visit this metropolis. They must hurry to kill the target, otherwise they may exceed the mission time limit, and they will stay in this era forever .

Samuel Fox, 22, lives in New Jersey. According to information, his family is in Plainfield, a small town 30 miles southwest of Newark Airport. Guan Lu wrote the address on paper and handed it to the driver. , And then sat in the back seat with Liu Handong and closed their eyes to rest.

　　 The taxi was driving on an empty road, the wipers were shaking, and the Eagles’ "Hotel California" was playing on the radio, with views of the New Jersey countryside on both sides.

　　 "After the mission is completed, I want to visit the Empire State Building." Liu Yanzhi broke the silence.

　　 "If it is too late." Guan Lu replied.

The two stopped talking and fell silent again. Liu Yanzhi personally killed more than one, but they all killed each other in battle, just like a soldier killing an enemy on the battlefield. Either you die or I die, just like this It was the first time that he wanted to kill a living person. He was in a bad mood, just like the weather outside.

Guan Lu is in a more uncomfortable mood. She is a student of Professor Fox. To be honest, Samuel Fox is a good person, humorous, wise and quick, persistent in love, and a very good man and scientist. The opposite of the world, Guan Lu would never be willing to attack him.

　　 This is a kind of torture, spiritual destruction, killing an innocent person, because he has not committed a mistake.

　　 Highway 78 went all the way to the west, and the sign flashed past, one and a half mile away from Plainfield, Guan Lu said again: "What will you use to kill him later, and what if someone is in his family?"

　　 "No one else will be involved." Liu Yan said straight, looking down at his hand, "I will try to minimize his pain."

Ten minutes later, the taxi arrived outside the town of Plainfield. The driver parked the car on the side of the road and helped them move their luggage. After collecting the money, the rain was still falling. The two of them were helpless and had nowhere to go. Wet their clothes, the weather in the east was very cold, Guan Lu couldn't help shivering.

　　 Liu Yan said straightly: "Find a place to live, dial 114 to check the number of Fox's house, and then come to visit."

　　 Guan Lu squinted at him: "There is no 114 in the United States, only 411, but your method is feasible. Let's find a hotel or something."

　　 Suddenly a sixties-model Chevrolet car parked beside them, and a kind face appeared in the car: "Hi, young man, do you need help?"

　　 Guan Lu is good at English, and stepped forward and replied: "We want to find a hotel."

　　 "Get in the car." The old man opened the car door, and the gentleman helped them put their luggage, returned to the driver's seat, pulled up the seat belt, turned his head and stretched out his hand to Guan Lu: "Hello Madam, my name is George."

　　 "Hello George, this is Melissa Guan, this is Liu Yanzhi."

　　 "Japanese?" the old man asked.

　　 "No, Chinese." Liu Yan replied directly.

The old man was a little surprised: "Oh, then you must be from Taiwan. Taiwan is a beautiful island. Thirty years ago, I served in the Far East. I was stationed in Taiwan and Japan. But I like Taiwan better. I hate little Japan. Their emperor hates their hypocrisy..."

Speaking of Japanese devils, Liu Yanzhi's spirit came up. His English vocabulary was insufficient, but it did not affect the old man's scolding the Japanese. Guan Lu also interjected a sentence or two from time to time. The old Marines were happy and patted. The steering wheel said: "The nearest motel is also ten miles away. Why don't you live in my house? I have enough empty rooms in my house."

　　 Liu Yan hesitated, watching Guan Lu's reaction, the latter readily agreed: "That's great."

Old George turned the steering wheel and the classic car turned uphill. Two hundred yards from the highway was his home, a two-story wooden house with a garage and a garden. The garage’s rolling shutters were closed. The old man parked the car at the door and greeted the guests. get off.

　　 The sound of the car at the door alarmed the hostess. An old lady with a decent temperament put on a woolen shawl and stood at the door to greet her husband. After kissing the old man on the cheek, she greeted the guests warmly.

　　 "This is the Chinese friend I met on the road." The old man introduced, "Linda, go make some coffee, it's really cold."

　　 The old woman was busy in the kitchen. Old George poured them two glasses of whiskey and pointed to the deer head on the wall to show off that they were all their own hunting trophies.

　　 "Your marksmanship must be very good, but it is a pity that you did not catch up with the war, otherwise there will be many small Japanese deaths in your hands." Liu Yan flattered.

Old George shook his head: "No, I don't like war. War is the most stupid behavior of mankind, but I am not afraid of war. Japanese people have become economic animals. They use money, cars and electronic products to capture the United States. The Soviets threatened the United States with nuclear bombs and tanks. Look at what they did in Afghanistan. If I were twenty years younger, I would go to Pakistan and fight with the brave Islamic fighters."

　　 "Just like John Rambo." Liu Yan said straight.

　　 "What?" Old George didn't understand.

　　 "Stallone, Silverster Stallone." Liu Yanzhi added, "He will also make a sequel, go to Vietnam, go to Afghanistan, and fight evil."

"Oh, you are talking about "First Blood"." Old George suddenly realized, "The Vietnam War is a big mud pit, dragging the entire United States into it. I oppose the war, but these lads are innocent. They are tools of politicians... …"

The old man’s three views were very upright, and the three chatted very happily. After a while, the old lady brought coffee and began to prepare dinner. Guan Lu was very eye-catching to help the kitchen, display Chinese cooking skills, and made Kung Pao chicken. Improved Chinese dishes such as ancient meat are actually American dishes adapted to American tastes.

There was a candle holder on the dining table. Old George opened a bottle of wine. The old man liked to drink. This bottle was a Lafite red wine made two years ago. Two pairs of iron-wood chopsticks were specially prepared for the guests, which are souvenirs he brought from Taiwan.

　　 "Go and call my son." Old George said.

　　 Linda went to the garage, and after a while, a shabby young man appeared, with shaggy beard, tousled hair, wearing a checked shirt and fur vest, and she was a young version of Samuel Fox.

　　 "This is my son Samuel." Old George said, "Samuel, meet my father's Chinese friend, Melissa and Zhi."

　　 Samuel scratched his messy hair and greeted him indiscriminately: "Hi."

　　 Liu Yan and Guan Lu looked at each other in astonishment, and they all trembled: "Is your last name Fox?"

　　 "Yes, George Fox, a former Marine Corps sergeant." The old man said proudly.

　　 It turned out that this is the home of the target. The old man Gudao enthusiastically invited two killers home. In the face of the enthusiastic host, the table is full of rich meals and red wine, Liu Yanzhi and Guan Lu taste the same wax, but they have to force their faces to laugh and talk.

　　 Samuel finished his meal soon, and greeted him and went back to the garage to do his business. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "He is like a scientist." Liu Yanzhi said, "A researcher, George, your son will have great achievements in the future."

"Maybe, he likes to do computers, you know, this kind of stuff is very expensive, Apple MAC, but fortunately, he did not ask me to borrow money. He is an adult and knows what he does. I don’t need him to be a celebrity. Just a person who is useful to the country."

　　 The old man said harshly, but his eyes were full of love.

After dinner, Linda arranged the guest room on the second floor for them. The bed was covered with brand new sheets and blankets. She also carefully explained how to turn on the hot water and where the light switch was. When going upstairs, Liu Yan directly noticed the opposite of the fireplace. A double-barreled shotgun hung on the wall of.

It’s still raining, the rain is knocking on the windows, it’s dark outside, and the lights are shining. This is an ordinary New Jersey town, kind parents, rich family, young son doing research and invention in the garage, everything is like this The warm and soothing, if there are no two uninvited guests.

　　 Liu Yan straightly found a piece of rope to tie up the curtains on the window sill, tried the strength, and stuffed it into his pocket.

　　 "What are you going to do?" Guan Lu looked worried.

　　 "I went to the garage to strangle him, and then we leave here." Liu Yan said with a blank face.

　　 "Don't kill him." Guan Lu blurted out.

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