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Chapter 6

While Frank's younger siblings are in an uproar over the death of their boss, Xia Le has already returned to her small apartment in Queens.

An underworld emperor and a drug lord died in New York tonight, and the entire Big Apple City is doomed to be turbulent and bloody.

But what does this have to do with a Chinese actor living in Queens who was [-] kilometers away at the time of the incident?

Back at the rental house, Xia Le put down his backpack and walked into the cramped toilet.

He took off his clothes, trousers and shoes, tore them into small pieces and burned them all, so as not to create a lot of smoke, and flushed the charred dust and residue down the sewer.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Le packed some clothes and stuffed them on the back of the backpack, and then took out the mobile phone that had been in the apartment just now and stuffed it into his pocket.

This time he changed into a white shirt, wore light beige sweatpants, combed his hair to look like an adult, put the bottle of chili water in his pocket, and stepped out on the only pair of sneakers left.

Using a subway card to take some old subways in New York City, and walking for about 10 minutes, Xia Le came to the door of the producer.

He first stepped forward and knocked on the door, but got no response.

A few minutes later, Xia Le knocked on the door again, making sure that no one was inside, so she called Jenny.

Jenny picked up the phone and heard Xia Le open his mouth.

"Jenny, are you sure you gave me the right address? No one is there."

Jenny is also waiting for Xia Le's call, hoping to know whether he succeeded tonight.

Hearing what he said, Jenny showed a look of disappointment on his face.

"The address should be correct. No one may be because he is not at home. You also know that he is a producer of a movie with an investment of 4000 million US dollars. It is normal to have a lot of entertainment."

Xia Le was silent for a moment, then said to Jenny in a dejected tone.

"Jenny, do you think I'm not very talented or lucky? Maybe I made a mistake in choosing to become an actor. I should go back to New Jersey and find an ordinary job."

As an acquaintance who has been together for almost two years, Jenny actually thinks so, but he still comforts Xia Le.

"Don't be discouraged, Xia, most stars are just inconspicuous little people before they rise! You have been working hard for two years, why don't you work hard for another year, maybe you will be lucky this year! Are you planning to leave this producer? Is it a human way?"

Xia Le gave a wry smile.

"I'll borrow your good words. But I'm afraid it won't work today, so I'll try again when he comes to the set next time."

"Yeah, that's it man! Don't give up!"

Jenny encouraged Xia Le a few more words and then hung up the phone.

He looked at the phone and shook his head slightly.

"The contract I signed with Xia is about to expire. If it doesn't work this time, I can only give him up. Don't blame me, Xia. In Hollywood, there are far fewer roles suitable for Chinese actors than white actors and African actors. many."

……

After Xia Le hung up the manager's phone, he left the scene in a hurry, and the whole process was captured by the surrounding cameras.

Under the hood, he looked depressed, but his mind was always active.

"Now the loophole of asking Jenny for the address of the producer is also filled. The only trouble is those gangsters under Frank."

Although the transformation time within 24 hours has disappeared, Xia Le still has more than 2000 light energy in his hand, and it is not without cards.

He twisted his shoulders, moved his body, and said to himself.

"This body is still a bit lacking in exercise, far inferior to my previous body, but it's okay. If that's the case, I'll do it myself. Just do what you say, I don't want them to see the sun tomorrow."

Riding the old subway again, Xia Le grabbed a few handfuls of ashes on the wall and walked into the toilet.

In the toilet cubicle, he smeared his face and hands with wall plaster and water to hide his features, and changed into a dark gray hoodie and navy blue pants.

Afterwards, Xia Le put the pistol with the safety off in his back, adjusted the strap of the backpack, blocked the outline of the pistol with the backpack, and went straight to Hell's Kitchen.

The producer told him that the gangsters who sank him lived here.

……

Hell's Kitchen is arguably the most dangerous neighborhood in New York.

Gangs are rampant here, most of the cameras arranged by the government have been sabotaged, and illegal drug transactions or flesh and blood transactions can be seen everywhere in dark corners.

Gang members in twos and threes gather together, leaning or squatting together to chat and laugh.

Even Hell's Kitchen natives don't go out after dark.

Xia Le wore a hoodie, lowered his head, and carried a bag, which easily blended into the environment of Hell's Kitchen.

You can tell at a glance that they are here to do some shady deals.

According to the producer, Xia Le turned left and right, and came to an old apartment building with a history of at least 40 years.

The small stronghold of these people is here.

Xia Le took out the pistol from the back of his waist, opened the safety, held the gun in both hands, and walked upstairs carefully step by step.

But just as he walked up the stairs on the third floor, a samurai sword with a long handle suddenly stood in front of him.

There was still some dark red blood on this samurai sword, and it pointed obliquely at Xia Le's throat, less than ten centimeters away.

Xia Le looked up, and there was a slightly short figure holding the samurai sword.

Under the dim light, Xia Le could barely see that it was a little girl about 1.4 meters tall with purple bob hair, Zorro-style black eyepatch, and purple tights.

"who are you?"

Hearing her words, Xia Le said subconsciously.

"When you ask someone else's name, you should give your name first."

The little girl who had never heard of such a saying was suddenly happy, and introduced herself.

"Ha, you're right. I'm Supergirl."

"Super Killer?"

This is obviously not a serious name, more like a nickname and a title.

But with this title and the girl in front of her, Xia Le, who often watches movies, immediately knew who the person in front of her was.

"But Super Killer and Kim don't seem to be in the same world, right? Wait, Frank? Could it be that the Frank I killed was the Frank who was Super Killer's female enemy?"

Xia Le lowered his hand holding the gun, and his expression became strange for a moment.

Super Killer grinned at Xia Le who seemed to be frozen in place with a fright.

"You must have a name when you come out to hang out, right?"

Xia Le thought for a while, and said to Super Killer.

"Light. I am Light."

"Light?"

Hearing the name, the super silly girl shrugged.

"It's barely okay."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the headset on Super Killer's ear.

"Super Killer, how is it?"

Super Killer said into the headset.

"It's okay, Big Daddy. I met a newcomer who just debuted."

The big daddy paused, and said to the super killer girl.

"Newcomer? Bring him here."

(End of this chapter)