The restaurant owner helped the translation and said, "What's your name? Where did you come from? Why did you attack the police?"

Zhang Yang said: "Tell me for help, I don't want to cause trouble. I just want to see the dead in the car accident. I know one of them."

The boss lady passed Zhang Yang's words to the policeman. At this time, another black policeman on duty came over. He held a document in his hand. Through comparison, he had already recognized the Chinese young man in front of him who knocked down two policemen and snatched the police car today. The black policeman came to Zhang Yang: "You yellow-bred pig, not only smuggled, but also dared to attack the police!" He stretched out his big hand and pulled off Zhang Yang's hat and grabbed his hair.

Zhang Yang looked at him coldly and whispered: "What did he say?"

The restaurant owner was Chinese after all. When she heard the black police say such insulting words, she felt that she couldn't hold on her face. She coughed awkwardly and didn't dare to translate it.

Zhang Yang said: "You scold me?"

The black policeman looked at Zhang Yang and smiled grinned: "You inferior guy, a shameless smuggler. Believe it or not, I will twist your eggs off and stuff them into your mouth!" After saying that, he said to the restaurant owner's wife, "Help me translate it to him!"

The restaurant owner's wife finished translating this sentence with a red face, and Zhang Yang said, "Tell me, I'm angry!"

When the two policemen heard that Zhang Yang was angry, they both laughed wildly. The black policeman rubbed Zhang Yang's hair: "Angry? You are just an ant in front of me, a poor worm..."

Zhang Yang twisted his arms, and only a click was heard. He had twisted the handcuffs made of steel. No one expected such a change. The black policeman was the first to react. He reached out to block Zhang Yang's neck. Zhang Yang grabbed his thumb with a counterclockwise twist. He only heard a click. The black policeman's thumb had been twisted. He wailed, his legs bent down, and Zhang Yang pulled out his baton and pounded it between his legs. The black policeman's screams were earth-shaking.

The other policeman who was judging hurriedly pulled out his gun. Zhang Yang raised his baton and threw it out. He slammed the ground on his arm. The pistol fell to the ground. Zhang Yang rushed forward like a tiger coming out of the gate. He grabbed his throat with one hand, and then hit his acupoint.

The policeman on duty outside heard the movement and rushed over from outside. Just as he pushed open the door, Zhang Yang picked up the chair with his left foot, and the chair flew over and smashed him on the body of the policeman, smashing him to the ground. In a blink of an eye, Zhang Yang had already put all three policemen on duty on the ground.

The owner of the Chinese restaurant screamed in fear. Zhang Yang looked at her coldly: "I understand now why there are so many traitors in China!"

The boss lady was so scared that she was lost: "Don't...don't hurt me!"

Zhang Yang grabbed the black policeman, pulled him to the female owner of a Chinese restaurant, and asked him for help: "Where are the bodies of the two Chinese girls who were in trouble?"

The boss's wife trembled and translated Zhang Yang's words. The black policeman had been scared by Zhang Yang's Shenwu at this moment and said in a trembling voice: "Zhenbei Morning..."

Zhang Yang snorted coldly and slapped his head: "Take me there!" He said to the boss lady who was shivering in the corner: "You go together too!"

The morgue in the town is about two kilometers away from the police station. Zhang Yang forced the black policeman to go with him. As for the other two policemen, Zhang Yang suppressed the acupoints and naturally took twelve hours.

The black policeman's thumb was twisted by Zhang Yang, and his facial expression was distorted in pain.

Zhang Yang reminded him: "Be honest and obedient, I promise you are fine, otherwise, the one you cut off next time will be your neck!" When he said this, he also looked at the owner of the Chinese restaurant, which scared her to shivering again.

The night watchman in the morgue opened the door with a tired look on his face. He was very familiar with the black policeman and complained, "Yun, it's so late, why are you here for?"

Yoon endured the pain of his fingers. He was really scared by Zhang Yang. In the past, he had only seen the power of Chinese Kung Fu in movies. Today, when he saw the real thing, the steel handcuffs were easily broken and they knocked down the three of them down with one move. What's more amazing is that when he poked his finger, the two colleagues stopped moving. This kid must be a superman. Although Yoon is big and thick, he is very brave. Most Americans are very afraid of death. They believe that they are not afraid of burning firewood. They don't think about trying to act as a martyr regardless of their own life. Yoon said: "I will take someone to recognize the corpse, well, it's the two corpses that happened when the jeep fell into the river."

The boss lady was translating honestly.

The night watchman nodded and took them into the morgue. The town was not crowded, so there were not many corpses in the morgue. The night watchman came to the freezer No. 7 and took out the upper corpses.

Zhang Yang walked over and his heart was beating violently. When he really had to face reality, he realized clearly how huge pressure he was under. Yoon opened the body bag, and the body was soaked and swollen. After refrigeration, the skin was pale and terrifying. Zhang Yang bit his lips tightly and carefully identified the face of the body. It was not Gu Jiatong, and he shook his head.

The night watchman pushed the body back and pulled out the one below. The description of the corpse was even more terrifying. Zhang Yang identified it from the mole on the corpse's face, but it was not Gu Jiatong. He shook his head again. Although Gu Jiatong's body was not found, Zhang Yang's heart became heavier. The jeep fell into the canyon more than 50 meters deep and fell into the turbulent Niagara River. Gu Jiatong's hope of survival was extremely slim.

Leaving the morgue, the black policeman Eun whispered: "Is there anyone you are looking for?"

Zhang Yang said: "There are three people in the jeep. Is there any news about the third person?"

Yoon shook his head: "The search and rescue operation is not over yet, and someone has also arrived in the New York Consulate. It is said that the missing person is the daughter of a senior Chinese official..."

Zhang Yang frowned. He vaguely heard the sound of the sirens in the wind and snow. Zhang Yang did not continue to ask. He quickly ran to the distance, and soon his figure disappeared into the wind and snow.

Worrying to be surrounded by police, Zhang Yang left Portwana town and spent the night in the woods near the river outside the town.

The morning came quietly. Zhang Yang slowly opened his eyes and lay on the branches of a big tree. The snow fell all night and his body was covered with ice and snow. With a little movement, the snow fell.

He was tortured by pain and hatred this night. He could conclude that the bad luck that Gu Jiatong encountered was deliberately created by others. The only situation he had at present was that Gu Jiatong disappeared. He came to the United States to find out the matter, but unfortunately, he had just arrived here and lost his passport and luggage, and suddenly he became an unknown stowaway.

Zhang Yang took a breath of cold air. He slowly stood up, stretched his arms, shook off the snow on his body, and then jumped down from a five-meter-high tree. His feet fell on the snow without leaving any marks. Zhang Yang walked towards the highway. He needed help and came to the Gongdian Pavilion on the side of the road. Zhang Yang picked up the phone. Last night he remembered Chu Yanran and Zuo Xiaoqing, but he finally rejected the idea of ​​asking for help from them. He didn't want them to be involved in this matter. Zhang Yang thought about it again and again, and called directly to the Chinese Consulate in New York.

A pleasant female voice came from the phone, speaking in English.

Zhang Yang said: "I want to find the person in charge of the consulate."

The other party was stunned for a moment and said softly: "Sir, do you need help? You can tell me if you have anything to do." The consul was not so casual to see it. The hierarchy of domestic officials was also brought abroad.

Zhang Yang said: "I am a Chinese official and came to Buffalo to do business, but as soon as I got off the plane, my luggage was lost. My passport and business invitation letter were all inside. I want to talk to your person in charge."

"Sir, can you tell me your name and identity?"

Zhang Yang said: "My name is Zhang Yang. I am the godson of Vice Premier Wen Guoquan of State Council. Let me talk to your person in charge!" If it were not forcibly, Zhang Yang would not have moved out his identity as a godfather. Only in this way can the consulate be valued.

The other party exclaimed in surprise, and then said, "Please wait a moment." Zhang Yang took the initiative to indicate his identity and attracted her attention.

Zhang Yang stood in the public hall and waited patiently for the other party's reply, looking out from time to time, for fear that the police would notice that there were not many cars on the road in the early morning. A snowstorm was slowly moving, and the cars behind him followed carefully.
Chapter completed!