"Where is our place in Los Angeles?" Eric asked.

"Don't worry, are you still afraid that there is no place for you to stay in China?" Tucker said and packed up his belongings.

"Okay, everyone. We're leaving. Give me all the things in your hands first." Eric said immediately after coming to Pitt and the others' room.

"You're leaving? Where to go?" Thomas asked as he handed out the things in his hand.

"Go to Los Angeles." Eric said: "You can't leave here now. We will leave as soon as possible, but you can call your family and tell them that you are on a business trip. But the specific location cannot be said, and don't use the phone number I just sent you yesterday. Do you understand?"

"I understand. Anyway, Halemet has landlines specially used to communicate with the outside world." Gerald said.

"Just know. Now you can go. Give you half an hour." Eric said and looked at the time on his watch.

Eric was very efficient and the air ticket to Los Angeles was quickly completed. And just two hours later, so after each phone call, Pitt and others were immediately taken on the prepared bus and went straight to the airport.

Just as Pete and his friends rushed to Los Angeles, Parker, who had not appeared for a long time, quietly came to Los Angeles. At this time, he looked like a greasy middle-aged office worker. He wore wide eyes, a high hairline and a little bald, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and was not holding a black bag in his hand.

It was already the evening traffic rush hour in the afternoon. He didn't hurry to a middle class hall, and then opened the door and walked in after taking a look around.

Although most of the Chinese restaurants are foreigners, even the waiters are white. At this moment, there are constant guests in the restaurant, so there are already many people sitting here, but there are still free seats here, but the location is not very good. However, Parker didn't care. He walked in with his bag and said a few words to the waiter who came over and sat down at a table near the corner.

After sitting down, he picked up his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead first, and then he politely took the menu handed over by the waiter and looked at it.

Parker seemed not in a hurry, he looked carefully page by page. But in fact, the guy was paying attention to a table in the other row of dining tables in front of him, where there was also only one person sitting.

The man sitting in front of this table would also know if Peter was talking. This was the Arab who was observing the *** sect with Parker. He saw the man sitting there, looking at the door of the restaurant from time to time, obviously waiting for someone.

After observing it, Parker pretended to say the names of the dishes, and then handed the menu back to the waiter. Then he picked up the cup of tea that the waiter had just poured him and looked elsewhere. He glanced around the restaurant and put down the tea cup, raised his hand to look at the time. Then he picked up his black bag, as if he had sorted out the things inside.

After almost five minutes, the Arab seemed to be a little too anxious. He looked at the time from time to time and took out the phone as if he wanted to dial it out at any time.

Seeing him like this, Parker put down his bag, thanked the waiter who served him the first dish, took out his phone number, pressed a number, and then answered, "Come in."

Following Parker's simple words, an Asian woman got out of a car that had already parked diagonally opposite the restaurant. After getting off the car, she quickly walked towards the restaurant and walked directly to the Arab after the waiter opened the door.

I saw the guy clearly felt relieved when he saw the woman coming in, but after the other party sat down, he seemed to be a little angry: "You are late."

The woman chuckled and said, "The road is very congested now, so it's delayed." She glanced at Parker's location, and saw him bowing his head and concentrating on the dishes in front of him. She glanced at the waiter next to her and said, "Have you eaten?"

"No appetite." The Arab said, putting a USB stick on the table, then stood up and said, "You know that *** is not allowed to eat in any restaurant."

The woman reached out to grab the USB and said, "I hope it's not something useless this time."

"You will know after you look." The Arab said, then took his clothes and walked towards the door. After seeing the other party get up, Parker stood up, said to the waiter, packed and paid the bill, and then threw down the money and followed him out.

The Arab walked out of the restaurant and looked around first. Obviously, the guy had no clear destination for a while. So after he stopped for a while, he walked to the side of the road, looking like he was trying to stop a taxi.

But it was the peak at this moment. I reached out to stop me several times but no one stopped. I had to give up and hike to the south.

Parker did not follow immediately, but observed the surrounding situation first and followed the Arab far away. After walking for a while, the Arab took out his phone and pressed a number. After making a call for almost three or four minutes, he walked into a pizza restaurant. After entering, he ordered a pizza and a large cup of drinks, and sat in a position near the glass window and ate alone.

Parker didn't go in, but stood in a store across the street with no doors. He took out a cigarette and smoked it and stared at it.

About a quarter of an hour later, a car parked at the door of the pizza restaurant. The Arab immediately walked out of the store with the drink and got into the car.

The car quickly started and disappeared at the intersection. Parker just took out the phone and dialed it out after remembering the license plate. After answering, he said, "He left after eating pizza. It should be that he asked someone to pick him up. The direction he left should be back."

A woman's voice came over on the other side of the phone: "Where are you now? The dinner you packed is still here with me."

"I'll give it to you." Parker said: "It should be safe here. I wish you a happy dinner."

"Wait." The other party said before Parker hung up the phone: "You have something to do below?"

"Yes. I still have something to do. That's it." After saying that, he hung up the phone and came to the side of the road. After waiting for a while, he stopped a taxi and left.

About half an hour later, after some blockages and stops, Parker came to Paloma Road. This was the neighborhood where the house that Tucker and the others had targeted him to rent.
Chapter completed!