Hank rubbed his hands, put away his arrogant expression, nodded and hunched over, walked to the front car and knocked on the window. When the electronic window slowly slid down, he eagerly began to introduce himself, so as not to be indiscriminately misunderstood by the other party.

They were killed as robbers.

But before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped. He looked at the faces wearing tiger masks in the car window with horror on his face. The black muzzle of the gun stretched out from the car window and pressed against his forehead.

He was so frightened that he immediately raised his hands, his mind going blank.

Did this guy see a ghost? Who are these people? They are wearing masks, are they terrorists?

But no matter how courageous the terrorists are, they don't dare to be so arrogant, right? They have more than a hundred military off-road vehicles driving through the streets in a majestic way. Are those CIA bastards vegetarians?

"General Ehrman? What is your relationship with Joseph?"

A man's voice speaking slightly stilted English came from the carriage, which made Hank jump all over, and he became more and more sure of the other party's guess. These guys were definitely terrorists from abroad.

"explain!"

When the man who pointed the gun at him saw that he didn't answer for a long time, he yelled angrily. The word was actually in Chinese.

Hank opened his mouth in astonishment. Although he didn't speak Chinese, he could still tell that the other party was speaking Chinese.

Terrorists from China? No, China is one of the safest countries in the world. It is a forbidden land for mercenaries, and there is no breeding ground for terrorists. How can there be such a terrifying number of Chinese terrorists arrogantly roaming the United States?
Chapter completed!