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Locke carefully observed along the way and found that he was not being followed. He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was still very confident in his anti-tracking technology.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the Chinese area. Seeing the Chinese signs on the side of the car and the black-haired and yellow-skinned pedestrians on the street, he couldn’t help but feel friendly.

People always have a natural sense of closeness to people of the same origin.

The Chinese area in the eastern part of the San Gabriel Valley is completely different from the traditional Chinatown. It is now a complete Chinese community, and 60% of the population is Chinese.

Here, even if you only know Chinese, you can survive well.

Locke changed into a hoodie in the car, put on a baseball cap and a pair of plain glasses, and put the hood of the hoodie on the baseball cap before getting off the car.

After getting off the car, he made two big circles with ulterior motives to make sure that there was really no tracking behind him. Then he turned and went into a small alley, and finally stopped in front of a pharmacy with only a light sign.

He couldn’t help but be cautious. If he wasn’t cautious enough, he wouldn’t have lived so long in the organization in his previous life. This kind of caution has been ingrained into his bones.

Before entering the pharmacy, Locke put on the mask again. This store is a stall in Chinatown that specializes in selling banned drugs and is only open at night.

There was nothing in the pharmacy, only a staircase, where a young Chinese man in his twenties was lying on the counter playing with his mobile phone, with a Colt M2000 next to him.

He was obviously not surprised by Locke’s behavior of covering his head and face, and asked directly in Chinese: “What medicine do you need?”

Locke replied in Chinese: “Propofol, etomidate, dexmedetomidine, midazolam, fentanyl…”

“Wait a minute…”

The Chinese youth interrupted Locke, took out a walkie-talkie from under the counter, and handed it directly to his mouth, “Say it again…”

Locke reported it again, and when he finished speaking, a voice came from the walkie-talkie, telling him that there were several types that were out of stock.

Locke replied, “I want whatever you have…”

The intercom immediately quoted, “1,000 US dollars, pay first!”

Without any hesitation, Locke bent two fingers, took out a transparent PVC bag from his pocket, and handed it to the Chinese youth at the counter.

The Chinese youth opened the PVC bag, counted the money, and replied to the intercom, “I’ve received the money!”

He put the money in the drawer and said to Locke, “Go up!”

Locke glanced at the stairs and hesitated for a moment. He didn’t bring a gun, but when he thought of L3’s mixed martial arts, he thanked him and walked up the stairs.

In such a small space, he believed he could still handle it, but he still had to get an unregistered gun as soon as possible.

No accident happened. It seems that the local Chinese gangs are still very reputable.

At the staircase on the fourth floor, a Chinese aunt handed him two black bags and directed him to leave from another exit.

After going down the stairs from another exit, Locke did not go back to the car, but took off his mask and continued to purchase things. He also bought some daily necessities, such as Chinese food seasonings, latex gloves, a brand new set of dark work clothes, cosmetics, etc.

By the time he got back to the parking place, an hour had passed.

After getting in the car, Locke left immediately. After a big circle, he found a Sichuan restaurant to solve his dinner.

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Most of the diners in this restaurant are Chinese. Listening to the Chinese around him, it feels like being in China.

Locke ordered three dishes, a mapo tofu, a kung pao chicken, and a seaweed egg drop soup. Half an hour later, he finished two bowls of rice and ate all three dishes.

Sure enough, to eat Chinese food, you still have to go to the Chinese community. This is the authentic Chinese food!

After eating, Locke suddenly had an idea and called his cheap dad in New York, saying that he found a great Chinese restaurant and wanted to take him to eat when Li Bo returned to Los Angeles.

Li Bo was very surprised by Locke’s call. Since Locke entered the rebellious period in high school, the father and son quarreled every now and then, which buried a deep gap. Locke rarely took the initiative to call him.

Li Bo was very happy that his son took the initiative to call him and wanted to invite him to dinner, and he agreed at once.

Li Bo curiously asked Locke why he suddenly went to the Chinese area to eat Chinese food.

Locke then told him about having lunch at Panda Express with his colleagues at noon, “It’s obviously not real Chinese food, but everyone thinks it’s delicious and treats it as a delicacy. I suddenly wanted to eat authentic Chinese food and adjust my taste buds, so I came to the San Gabriel Valley. Todd, when will you return to Los Angeles?”

Is it easy for him to maintain a complete family?

Li Bo was silent on the phone for a while before replying, “Didn’t your mother tell you? On Family Day next week, I will go with you to see your grandpa…”

“Great…”

The father and son chatted for a while before ending the call.In this case, under Locke’s initiative, the relationship between father and son has been significantly eased.

Locke has gone through all of Locke Lee’s memories during this period. He entered a rebellious period in high school, and his personality became irritable, swearing, and liked to fight. There was a reason for this.

After joining the football team, Locke Lee suffered discrimination due to his mixed Chinese identity, which made Locke Lee, who had been taught by Texas rednecks since childhood, feel humiliated.

When Locke was young, his grandfather Jester Locke instilled in him the principles of rednecks in dealing with people. When facing the enemy, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Therefore, Locke Lee had to become dirtier and more evil than others. Soon, he became a veritable quarterback of the football team with his fists.

However, Locke’s actions to maintain his dignity were completely useless in the eyes of Li Bo, who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag.

Because of the discrimination against his Chinese identity, Locke Lee was also somewhat repulsive to his Chinese ancestry at that time, so he did not communicate deeply with Li Bo, and the father and son had a rift.

After eating and drinking, Locke left the Sichuan restaurant with a satisfied look on his face. Chinese food in the United States is really expensive.

Three dishes plus service fees cost 120 US dollars, which is really unaffordable for ordinary people.

15 minutes later, Locke parked the car in a shopping mall parking lot and chose a corner without cameras. He came to the back seat of the car and began to tinker with the things he bought before.

First of all, the medicine. He bought more than a dozen illegal anesthetic drugs. In fact, there are only four that will be used. Soon he prepared three special medicines according to the formula of his previous life.

Soon he changed into his newly bought work clothes and put on makeup. Putting makeup on corpses is a necessary skill for scavengers.

After some operations, Locke’s whole body changed drastically, like a different person. He got out of the back seat of the F150, locked the car, and walked straight to a black Toyota Corolla not far away.

The car was slightly dusty. Obviously, the owner had not driven it for a while.

With the help of L3 driving skills and L2 unlocking, Locke entered and started the car without a key in less than 15 seconds.

Soon, the black Toyota Corolla drove out of the parking lot and headed north to Pasadena, a Mexican community.

In the car, Locke was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses. He had completely changed his appearance, as if he had returned to his previous life as a scavenger.