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"I'm going to kill him! He and a kid killed nearly half of my brothers, and I and the rest managed to escape from your U.S. military. I swear in the name of God, I will kill him!" Zha said angrily on the other end of the microphone.

"Shut up." Obadiah didn't want to waste time, "Don't call me again, if you get caught by the military, don't try to confess me, otherwise, you will see the power I have. ."

"Wait! I'm-"

Obadiah turned off the phone, he walked to the window, his anger almost overflowed from his eyes, he suddenly thought of a man with a red pie star painted on his face, he pressed the call button on the table, and his security team Chang Andy called in.

"Boss." Andy in a black suit lowered his head slightly.

Obadiah stood by the window: "I remember two people coming back with Tony."

"Yes."

"Have you found out their identities?"

Andy replied: "One of them is named Ethan, whose nationality is unknown. He is said to be a scientist and doctor who was imprisoned with Tony Stark. The other is named Zhang Ming, Chinese. I checked the police and found out There is no information about him in the entry records. It is said that Zhang Ming rescued Tony from the terrorist base, and he should be a very dangerous man."

Obadiah said: "Andy, you've been with me for more than ten years, and I've always trusted your intuition. You've seen that guy, the guy who jumped out of this window, and you think he and Zhang Ming are one person?"

Andy thought for a while and said, "I think it's him."

"God." Obadiah sat down and leaned back in the chair, trying to drive away the irritability in this way.

I'm too hard!

Obadiah didn't want to face Zhang Ming. The last negotiation with Zhang Ming left a deep impression on him. Zhang Ming is like an evil ghost who can spy on people's hearts.

Zhang Ming knew about the secret agreement between the Ten Rings Gang and Obadiah. Although Obadiah didn't know why Zhang Ming didn't choose to tell Tony the truth, as long as Zhang Ming was willing to move his lips up and down in Tony's ear, he would be finished.

"I'll give you a new task. Find Zhang Ming and bring him alive as much as possible. If you can't do it, kill him."

"Yes." Andy nodded and was about to go out, when Obadiah stopped him again.

"Don't be discovered by anyone, anyone."

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Chapter 13 Fate is beyond words!

Three days after Tony announced the closure of the arms production department, Dr. Eason got on a plane to China. The first stop of his plan to travel around the world will be Tibet, where he hopes to find inner peace.

Zhang Ming left Tony's villa together after taking him on the plane.Tony gave him a mobile phone and told Zhang Ming that if anything interesting happened, he would be notified as soon as possible.

"Is it here?"

A pitch-black Rolls-Royce parked in front of the Roman restaurant. Happy turned to Zhang Ming and said, "Just an ordinary fast food restaurant? If you're hungry, I know a Chinese restaurant that tastes great with Mapo Tofu."

Hearing Happy say "Mapo Tofu" in broken Chinese, Zhang Ming smiled and shook his head and said, "No need, that's fine."

"Okay, whatever, just a reminder, it's not far from Hell's Kitchen."

Zhang Ming asked, "Are you afraid I can't deal with a few gangsters?"

"No, I'm afraid you're going too hard. This is New York, not Afghanistan. You're dealing with gangsters, not terrorists with guns and nuclear bombs," Hapi reminded.

As Tony's bodyguards, many of Happy's peers are soldiers who have just come off the battlefield. They are often strong and have a clear sense of combat, but they will beat people to death as soon as they make a move... This is not a good habit.

Zhang Ming patted Happy on the shoulder and pushed open the car door: "Don't worry, I'm a pacifist."

Watching Happy drive away, Zhang Ming turned his head and entered the Roman restaurant.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and there are people sitting in the restaurant in twos and threes. There are housewives who have just returned from shopping for vegetables and have afternoon tea with their old sisters, children who have just come here after school to do their homework, and a few idlers. It's still dark. , just nestled on the sofa and drank a beer.

Zhang Ming found an empty table and sat down. Angela, the beautiful waitress, came over. She pushed down her glasses and said, "I remember you, the little guy who ran away from home. You look like you are going home. Have you? Or have you found a stable job?"

"Work."

Zhang Ming smiled at the kind-hearted girl, "A cup of coffee, a beef burger, and a vegetable salad. Besides, I'm not a 'little' guy. I'll be 20 years old soon."

Zhang Ming said that he took out a hundred dollars and put it on the table.

"That's too much, and you don't have to order more than $10 in total."

"The rest is to thank you, you helped me a lot last time."

Angela put away a hundred dollars and put ninety dollars from her pocket on the table. She said, "The meal costs 8 yuan, and 2 yuan is a tip. I have received your thanks, and that's enough. Just a reminder, don't put so much money out there."

She glanced at the group of drunken men who were drinking, and the meaning was already clear.

But Angela was still a step too late, and the group of drunks noticed a large sum of money in Zhang Ming's hand - a hundred dollars was already a "big money" for them - those eyes lit up. .

Especially after seeing Zhang Ming's Asian identity, the drunkards seemed more reckless and pointed at Zhang Ming. Fortunately, Angela had been staring at them at the bar, and under her gaze, they did not dare to act rashly for the time being.

"Here, they don't dare to touch you, but it's not guaranteed to go out. I suggest you leave after you eat, or you can wait until night, when they drink unconscious and leave." When bringing the food, Angie Pull down the reminder.

Zhang Ming nodded his thanks. He didn't care about their gazes. After this operation in Afghanistan, he was no longer the rookie he was before.

Of course, if possible, Zhang Ming doesn't want to cause trouble.

He just wanted a quiet meal and a coffee break.

The number of times of editing is only a dozen times a day. The more you use it, the greater the physical load will be, and the video of a few gangsters will not attract the audience, which is completely useless.

However, things often don't follow the desired path.

The door of Roman Restaurant was pushed open again, one black and one white, and two people walked in. The black man was tall and strong, while the white man was fat and bloated.