Wang Qiming shook his head and stammered: "I...I...I am a law-abiding citizen..." Wang Qiming saw that the matter was getting worse, of course he was scared, so he dared not continue to get involved.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Yang stepped on the accelerator with one foot, and the police car roared to chase the trailer in the distance.

Wang Qiming looked at the police car that was leaving, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated. Who is this guy? He didn't understand a word of English. He beat two policemen as soon as he arrived in the United States and stole the police car. It was a big trouble! His mind was thinking randomly, but he didn't notice that the white policeman behind stood up again, raised his butt and slapped Wang Qiming's head, smashing it to the darkness and falling to the ground with a thump.

The policeman took out the walkie-talkie: "Headquarters...A Chinese Asian man just now...he attacked us and snatched us from the police car. The number of the police car is..."

Zhang Yang finally caught up with the tow truck at the third intersection. The reason why he knocked down two policemen and snatched the police car and chased him was to retrieve his passport as soon as possible. Zhang Yang surpassed the tow truck and forced the tow truck to stop on the side of the road.

The driver was a little puzzled. He really didn't understand why a Chinese man in casual clothes came out of the police car.

Zhang Yang said nothing and turned over to the trailer. He looked into the Chevrolet pickup truck, hoping to see his suitcase, but what shocked him was that the door of the pickup truck was pried open, the inside was empty, there was nothing in the back seat, and the suitcase that was originally placed there disappeared.

The towing driver walked down cursingly. As soon as he walked out of the car door, Zhang Yang pushed it onto the car. Zhang Yang raised his fist and roared: "Where is the thing in the car?"

The driver couldn't understand what he said. He was 1.95 meters tall, much larger than Zhang Yang. However, in front of Zhang Yang, he had no backhand power at all. He struggled and shouted, "I... don't know, I don't know!"

Zhang Yang punched the car door, and a clear punch mark immediately appeared on the car door, which scared the driver so much that he almost didn't wet his pants. He said tremblingly: "I...I really don't know..."

The whistling sound of a sirens came from a distance. Zhang Yang pursed his lips. He pushed the driver away and ran forward quickly. In a flash, he disappeared from the corner of the street in the distance.

The first thing Wang Qiming did after he woke up was to protest angrily: "I want to sue you, I am an American citizen, how can you treat me like this? I want to see my lawyer!"

At this time, the door was pushed open, and two men in black suits walked in. The slightly bald middle-aged man came to Wang Qiming. He returned Wang Qiming's ID and made a gesture. All the police inside retreated.

Wang Qiming looked at the middle-aged man and said, "What do you want to do? I am an American citizen and have legal right to residency!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "My name is Mike, fbi!" He showed Wang Qiming his ID.

Wang Qiming was a little confused. FBI is the CIA. If it is normal for Zhang Yang to alarm the Immigration Bureau, how could it be brought in? He has never dealt with the CIA for so long. The only thing he knows is from movies and TV. I remember that FBI has not many good birds.

McCrafted a chair and sat down opposite Wang Qiming, raised his legs and pulled out a cigar and said to Wang Qiming: "Do you mind?"

Wang Qiming shook his head: "If I were given one, I wouldn't mind."

Mike was very kind and handed Wang Qiming a cigar, took out a lighter to help him light it, and lit the cigar himself. He took out a photo, which was captured by the surveillance camera at the intersection. Zhang Yang was running rapidly in the photo, so the photo was not very clear. Mike said: "Can you tell me about this person's information?"

Wang Qiming took a cigar and looked at the photo and pretended to be thinking hard. After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know you, it looks familiar, but why can't I remember who he is?" Wang Qiming was still a little wise.

Mc said: "Mr. Wang, you picked him up from Buffalo Airport today, and then came to Niagara Falls, and went to the police station to investigate three Chinese youths in a car accident. Do you not know who he is?"

Wang Qiming smiled and said, "I remembered it a little when you say this. Since you are so clear about everything, why are you asking me for?"

Mike said: "Tell me his information."

Although Wang Qiming didn't know what FBI investigated Zhang Yang was doing, he knew that as long as these people found the door, there would be no good things. Wang Qiming said: "I'm not familiar with him, and everyone is Chinese, so I'll just wait for him for a while, and I don't know anything else."

Mike nodded with a smile, and threw the cigar on the ground and whispered: "Mr. Wang, you came from New York from afar to pick you up. Now you tell me that you don't know him, do you think I will believe it?"

Wang Qiming said: "Believe it or not, if you don't believe it, go and catch him and confront me!"

The smile on Mike's face suddenly subsided and he said coldly: "I will catch him soon!"

Zhang Yang avoided the police's search. He strode along the street, and accidentally saw the window of the roadside shop. He walked in, took off the dark blue baseball cap from the model in the shop, looked at the price tag on it, took out a US dollar bill and put it on the counter. Fortunately, he carried five thousand dollars with him and was not lost.

A country that was completely unfamiliar to him, the population of this small town was simply not comparable to that of most cities in China. The weather was very cold and there were few pedestrians on the road. Zhang Yang wore a baseball cap to cover his black hair and black eyes, making him not so conspicuous in the crowd.

He stopped a taxi on the side of the road. Although he didn't understand English, he remembered that Wang Qiming said the name of the town, Portwana!

The bearded driver squinted his eyes and looked at the young Chinese man. Zhang Yang smiled at him, and his smile also lost the sunshine of the past: "Potwana!"

The driver nodded and signaled him to sit in.

Zhang Yang sat in the back seat, fastened his seat belt, and whispered: "go!"

The morning light in the Dongjiang River is beautiful. Madame Hasser held two bouquets of lilies, one placed in front of Xu Changde's tombstone, and another placed in front of Xu Jiayong's tombstone. Looking at the two tombs close together, Madame Hasser's eyes showed unspeakable sadness. She took out a tissue, carefully wiped off the dust on Xu Jiayong's photo, and whispered: "I wonder if you are happy?"

After saying that, she was silent for a while, and then she whispered: "I'm very unhappy!" A tear fell down her cheeks and slowly dripped onto the lilies. The white petals throbbed slightly, and the tears like dew slid down the petals to the ground. The tears were broken and my heart was already shattered.

Mrs. Heather whispered: "They have no chance to come back!"

Long Gui stood behind Madame Heather. Although he could not see her expression apart for a while, he could still clearly feel her pain. Seeing Madame Heather stand up, Long Gui hurried over and hold her arm.

Madame Hasser shook her head, and Long Gui hurriedly put down his hand again.

Mrs. Heather narrowed her eyes, looked at the rising sun in the distance, and whispered: "The United States should be almost at night, right?"

Long Gui said: "The news has been revealed to Tang Xingsheng. He is very nervous and thinks that Zhang Yang is going to be unfavorable to him. He will find someone to attack Zhang Yang."

Mrs. Heather said calmly: "It seems that this matter has nothing to do with us!"

Long Gui nodded: "Things will definitely go as planned."

Mrs. Heather turned around and looked at the tombstone in the morning light, and said with emotion: "Only after losing it, people know what is most important!"

Zhang Yang finally arrived at Portwana Town in the wind and snow. After paying the driver's fare, he walked towards the town with deep and shallow steps. This town is located at the exit of Highway 90. The town is not crowded and the road is wide. Because of the wind and snow, there are even fewer pedestrians on the road.

Since leaving the airport, Zhang Yang has not eaten yet. He walked towards the town in the wind and snow. At the entrance of the town, there was a Chinese restaurant called New Beijing. Zhang Yang pushed open the store door and walked in.

Because of the wind and snow, the restaurant's business was not good, and there was no customer inside. The owner of the restaurant was a chubby boss. When Zhang Yang came in, she greeted enthusiastically: "Sir, are you Chinese?"

Zhang Yang smiled. It was very friendly to meet Chinese people in this remote town. He nodded and said, "Sister, I am Chinese, and my English is not very good. I can see the Chinese characters on your light box at a glance."

The boss lady smiled and said, "Please sit down quickly, I'll get you the menu and see what to eat!"

Zhang Yang took out a hundred dollars and handed it to her and said, "Get something to eat, I'm in a hurry to go."

The boss lady said, "Then stir-fry two dishes, cook tomato and egg soup, and then two bowls of rice."

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Sure, is the money enough?" He heard that the United States has high consumption in China, so he was worried that the hundred dollars would not be enough.

The boss lady smiled and said, "Enough, enough, I have to ask you for money."

Zhang Yang said: "No need to find money, the extra one is a tip for you." Zhang Yang is always generous, but he has to spend money anyway. It is better to let his compatriots make money than to make money for foreigners.

The boss lady went to Zhang to arrange the program. Zhang Yang sat at the dining table and looked at the wind and snow outside. After a while, the effort seemed to be much bigger. News was being broadcast on the TV. Zhang Yang saw a photo of himself appearing on the screen, which was very blurred. He couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect that he had become a wanted criminal. He looked around. Fortunately, there were no other guests. The boss lady sat there looking at the newspaper, and his eyes were not watching the TV news. He should have not noticed the photos just now.

The food was ready soon. The boss lady brought the food to Zhang Yang and smiled and said, "Often we always follow the American tastes, the food is sour and sweet. You come from China, so I specially ordered the chef to let him cook authentic Chinese food for you."

Zhang Yang looked at it, one fried pork with green peppers, one fried chicken, and a large bowl of tomato and egg soup. This is the United States, and it is not easy to eat Chinese food. He picked up the rice and ate it in big mouthfuls. The boss’s wife didn’t leave, and sat down opposite him, smiling and said, “Where is sir?”

"Pinghai!" Zhang Yang regretted after saying that, he shouldn't have exposed too much personal information. Now he is a two-person without a passport and no identity certificate. He is no different from a smuggler. In Niagara Falls, he was eager to retrieve his luggage, so he knocked two policemen to the ground. This should constitute the assault on the police. He has a lot of trouble.

The boss lady smiled and said, "I am from Beijing. I have been to Pinghai and I am developing very well now."

Zhang Yang smiled. He intended to ask for some information from the boss lady: "Are there many Chinese in the town?"

The boss lady sighed and said, "Not many, but there are many restaurants. There are three Chinese restaurants alone. The competition between them is very strong. Where Chinese people are there, they are not helping each other, but destroying each other. The profits are getting worse day by day, so I can only barely maintain them. Sometimes when I think about it, I really plan to stop doing it, but my son is still studying here, so I have to wait until he finishes his studies before he can leave."

Zhang Yang nodded and whispered: "I feel sorry for parents in the world."

The boss lady smiled and said, "This is how we Chinese people are. We have endless hearts for our children. By the way, are you here to travel or do business this time?"

Zhang Yang said: "Something is wrong, sister, have you heard of a car falling off a cliff here the day before yesterday?"

The proprietress nodded and said, "I heard that a jeep lost control from the river road and rushed down the canyon and fell into the Niagara River. The police are conducting search and rescue work. I heard that there were three Chinese people in the car, all of whom were girls. The bodies of two people have been found, and the jeep has also been salvaged. It was very miserable. The two girls were trapped in the car and suffocated to death."

Zhang Yang's heart twitched for a moment, and he could no longer eat it. He whispered: "Sister, there are my friends among the three. Do you know where their bodies are stored? I want to recognize them."

The proprietress said, "It should be in the police station. I don't know these things. I seldom deal with the police. The police station is not far from my restaurant. You can see it by turning right out of the door and walking forward. But it's so late, they probably won't let you recognize the body."

Zhang Yang nodded, and he stood up and said, "Thank you, I'll go and see!" He walked out of the door. When he walked out of the room, a policeman came in. Zhang Yang subconsciously lowered his head, afraid that the other party would see him clearly.

When the policeman passed by Zhang Yang, he looked at him. Before he could see Zhang Yang clearly, Zhang Yang had already walked out of the restaurant.

After leaving the restaurant, Zhang Yang walked quickly forward, but before he could leave too far, the policeman's voice sounded behind him: "Hi! Stop!"

Zhang Yang pretended to be out of nowhere and continued to walk forward.

"Hi! Stop it!"

Zhang Yang glanced backwards after seeing the policeman's hand on the gun holster. He stopped and secretly said in his heart that he was unlucky. He unexpectedly was targeted by the police as soon as he arrived in the town.

The policeman came over and said, "Sir, please show your ID!"

Zhang Yang turned around slowly.

The policeman said, "Raise your hands and turn around!"

Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly. He suddenly raised his foot, kicked the gun in the policeman's hand away with just one kick, and then knocked him unconscious to the ground with one punch.

The owner of the Chinese restaurant heard the noise and screamed in fear.

Zhang Yang smiled at her: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Go back now and pretend that nothing has happened, okay?"

The boss's wife turned around and fled into the restaurant in fright.

Zhang Yang picked up the pistol on the ground, found the car keys from the policeman, dragged the policeman to his police car, clicked his sleepy hole, stuffed him into the police car, handcuffed him to the steering wheel, and finally threw the pistol into the glove box. Things began to get worse and worse.

Zhang Yang regretted why he didn't study English well? In this country, not understanding English means he couldn't move forward. He saw the boss lady calling through the glass window of a Chinese restaurant. Maybe she was calling the police and he had to leave here immediately. But where could he go? He wanted to go to the police station, and he wanted to witness with his own eyes whether Gu Jiatong was in the two bodies, but he didn't even recognize the road sign. Zhang Yang suddenly came up with an idea, and the best way was to let these police officers take him over.

Before Zhang Yang could implement this idea, he heard the whistling of the police car. Two police cars came to him. Four policemen rushed out of the car. They held their pistols and aimed at Zhang Yang, shouting: "Rise your hands and turn around!"

Zhang Yang raised his hand and turned around. A policeman rushed up and handcuffed him. Several policemen soon found the companion handcuffed in the car, but he was sleeping now.

Zhang Yang saw the owner of the Chinese restaurant again. She said something to the police. Zhang Yang smiled: "Sister, I don't even think of homesickness at all!" It was undoubtedly the woman who betrayed her.

The boss's wife was braver at this moment. She stared with her eyes and said, "The reputation of us Chinese was ruined by you smugglers. If you don't learn well, you actually attacked the police." The little good impression that she left on Zhang Yang just now disappeared in an instant.

Several policemen discussed taking the colleague to the hospital. Two of them took their sleepy colleague to the hospital, and the other two took Zhang Yang into the police car and took him to the police station.

The police station in the town is not very big, it is equivalent to a domestic police station. There are only three people on duty at night. After arriving at the police station, they took Zhang Yang to the interrogation room. To Zhang Yang's surprise, the proprietress of the Chinese restaurant also came with her. It turned out that these policemen did not understand Chinese and specially called her as a translator.

The policeman in charge of Zhang Xing's case sat down opposite him, looked him up and down, and talked a lot.
To be continued...