"How much?"

“Thankyou fare $400.”

Listening to the strange voice of this black man, Fang Yuanshan, who was about to pay him two hundred yuan, stopped again.

It's about 50 kilometers from Los Angeles International Airport to get here. Each kilometer is worth 3 US dollars, but it's only 150 US dollars. Give him a tip of 200 yuan, which is worth him. Hearing that he had a lion's mouth, he asked for $400 US dollars, Fang Yuanshan looked at him, pushed open the car door and walked down.

"Hehehe, you didn't pay the fare!"

"How much?"

“$400.”

Fang Yuanshan carried his shoulder bag back and walked towards the "Lincoln Avenue" next to him. The black driver behind him had already chased him. He put his big hand like a palm fan on his shoulder, and rushed angrily: "Boy, give me the money quickly."

Fang Yuanshan raised his left hand and grabbed the big man's hand, pulled forward with force, pushed his knee hard, and then pushed back hard. The big man had fallen to the ground, covering his stomach and rolling on the ground.

Fang Yuanshan took out four hundred dollars from his pocket and threw it at Dahan and said, "This is your fare, and the rest will be used as medical expenses for you."

Fang Yuanshan often heard of such a black driver who likes to slaughter customers before, but he has never met him yet! After teaching a lesson from the big man, Fang Yuanshan walked towards his destination this time.

This is an inconspicuous factory building next to "Lincoln Avenue". There are two tall pine and cypress planted at the door, green and green. After being covered by the shade of trees, I saw a security booth where there was no one inside and the door was locked.

Through the steel bar gate as thick as a thumb, you can see that it looks very desolate inside. Many places on the road surface have cracked, and a few grasses are growing tenaciously in the cracks. The exterior walls of several modern industrial factories with steel structures in the distance have also peeled off very well. Obviously, this factory building is not rented.

On the way, he had contacted the contactor here. Fang Yuanshan sat under the shade of the tree for less than ten minutes, and the sound of a motorcycle "twist" came from afar. A European and American man wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap on his head appeared in front of Fang Yuanshan.

"You...you are 'McChen'?"

Fang Yuanshan didn't know that a European and American man was his contact. The guy spoke very well in Chinese on the phone, and it was no different from an authentic Chinese, so Fang Yuanshan seemed quite surprised.

"Hi Hello. I'm glad to meet you."

The motorcycle man took off the baseball cap on his head and sunglasses on his face, walked up to him and shook it with Fang Yuanshan and said, "Are you very surprised?"

He touched his nose and said, "I'm a little surprised."

"Hey. Actually, I am a Chinese. My dad, my grandparents and grandparents are all from China. Only me. Mom is an American. Later I went here to study."

"I'll tell you..."

Seeing that he was so enthusiastic, Fang Yuanshan was going to be polite. Who knew that this fake foreigner and ghost boy had no fun talking about it? Fang Yuanshan quickly interrupted and said, "Hey, I'm here to pick up the goods, where are the things?"

The Mike Chen, who had just said a few words, grabbed the short golden hair on his head and said with an unsatisfactory feeling: "The thing is in this warehouse, come with me!"

After saying that, the "talk" walked to the factory gate, bent down and took a key out of the crack of the door, opened the door and led Fang Yuanshan into it.

After walking in, he saw the situation inside clearly. There were weeds everywhere. Several used machines were thrown under the basketball rack in the distance, and the cement blocks on the court also cracked. They were covered with weeds half a person tall. There were several old trucks under the wall on the left, but even the trucks were filled with green weeds, swaying in the wind.

Following "McChen", there were two ruts on the ground, which should be the car that was temporarily driven in. When we arrived at the factory, the "McChen"'s face was solemn, looking at Fang Yuanshan and said, "Man, these machines have been finally made. You should be careful when transporting them. In addition, the US anti-smuggling bureau is very powerful, so be careful."

"Haha, I understand. Don't worry. I know it."

Of course he had a lot of knowledge. In his eyes, the three-dimensional three-dimensional picture of the entire factory was all in his eyes. A box trailer was quietly parked in the factory in front of him, and there were 4 boxes in it. The things in the box should be the "human body scanner" that Ding Hanmo asked him to transport back.

The "talk" man took out a key from his pocket, opened the door, and pushed it to both sides. Fang Yuanshan walked to the car and asked, "Where is the key?"

"Don't you need to take a look?"

"No need." After saying that, he took the key, opened the car door and climbed up, and drove out of the factory after starting the car.

Before the car could reach the gate, a group of people came out from behind the pine and cypress trees, holding guns and pointing them at Fang Yuanshan. He was shouting something loudly, but unfortunately the glass window was closed and he couldn't hear a word.

"I'm paralyzed, careless, careless. I'd known that I should have 'see' if there was any follower behind Mike Chen."

Without too much thought, I held the steering wheel and looked at the equipment in the car. Then, my mind flashed and the equipment inside had been collected into space.

After all the equipment was put away, he quickly left the steering wheel with both hands. After seeing that he had no other moves, the group of people leaned over carefully, opened the car door and shouted loudly to let him get out of the car, and move slowly.

“Hey, slow down.”

"Come down, hurry up..."

"We are the United States Federation..."

As soon as Fang Yuanshan got off the car, dozens of police officers surrounding him outside started talking. "McChen" in the factory over there was no time to escape and was brought over.

Fang Yuanshan stared at his face carefully for a while, and saw that his face was gray, which didn't look like he betrayed him. This only means that the relevant American departments have sets of equipment early on, but are just catching big fish with long lines.

"Hey John, hurry up, open the back door. This time we're a stolen person and got it."

The two police officers next to him were already holding handcuffs and preparing to bring them to him. Fang Yuanshan pushed them away and sneered: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Hehe, you guy, better don't move, or we'll shoot!"

"What? What crime did I commit?"

A black man walked up at this time and looked at Fang Yuanshan and said, "We have been eyeing you for a long time. You know what is in the car. I tell you, your kid is dead. Last time I didn't catch your handle in Arizona, you dare to come over, see if you will die this time."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's you! Does your stomach still hurt?"

Seeing this black man who appeared in front of him, Fang Yuanshan couldn't help laughing. It turned out that this guy was the strong black man carrying him at the airport. Unexpectedly, it was from the US Federal Anti-Smuggling Bureau. This is really surprising.

The black man didn't care, and showed his white teeth and said, "I think tomorrow's newspaper headlines should be replaced by: billionaires make a fortune by smuggling. What do you think?"

"Then let's wait and see!"
Chapter completed!