Chapter 733

Zhou Andong sat there without moving, slightly lifting his foot, and the first black child who pounced over fell out with a thud.

Jian Qiu hugged Old Four's head, not letting her look around.

Zhou Andong was about to stand up to help, but the bald master ran out, still holding a large cooking spoon in his hand.

This guy was two meters tall, with a broad waist and a round back, plus that bald head without a blade of grass, which was indeed very intimidating.

As soon as he appeared, those children showed timidity, but it was only for a moment. Relying on being minors, they pounced again.

"Hehe!"

The bald master sneered. This is Tang Renjie, the territory of the Chinese. Do you really think that being minors allows you to do whatever you want here?

"I'll handle it; you leave quickly!" The bald master said in a low voice, swinging the large spoon and slapping them around.

Those children were beaten until they cried for their fathers and mothers, scurrying everywhere.

Xia Qing was worried about Zhou Andong and hesitated for a moment, thinking that these little punks would be handled soon, and then she would leave.

But at this moment, the sound of police sirens came from outside, and it was too late for her to leave.

Three police cars stopped at the entrance, and seven or eight police officers rushed in with guns, quickly controlling the scene.

These children were obviously repeat offenders. Seeing the police, they skillfully threw away their knives and squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads.

The bald head also threw away the large spoon and raised his hands high.

Xia Qing felt that her identity hadn't been exposed that quickly, so she was very calm.

Two white police officers began to inquire about the situation. Zhou Andong was just about to stand up, but Xia Qing pressed her hand on his shoulder and shook her head slightly.

Zhou Andong's heart moved, and his brow frowned. Only then did he feel that something was wrong.

Did Xia Qing retire? If she hadn't retired, why would she appear here?

Zhou Andong didn't move again, just pretending not to know Xia Qing.

Jian Qiu looked at Zhou Andong, then at Xia Qing, holding back the suspicion in her heart, and didn't speak.

Actually, there was nothing to investigate. As soon as the police came in and saw those children, they understood what was going on.

These children, not old, were all repeat offenders, caught in and out every few days.

A group of underage punks, the bald master and Xia Qing, including Zhou Andong, Jian Qiu, and several white people willing to testify, all went to the police station.

It turned out that the police station was only a hundred meters away from the restaurant, at the other end of this street, just around the corner, no wonder they came so fast.

It had to be said that the ritual sense of American police was that even for such a short distance, they had to drive a police car.

At this time, it was raining again outside, and the entire San Francisco was gray, with very low visibility.

More than ten kilometers away from Tang Renjie, at a small town pier, a fishing boat was docked.

A woman who was not tall and looked very ordinary was pacing back and forth on the pier anxiously, looking into the distance from time to time, but the visibility was too low, and she couldn't see anything beyond twenty or thirty meters.

At this time, a young man ran over quickly: "Time is up, don't wait anymore, let's go."

The woman looked at her watch: "Wait a little longer!"

"No!" The young man pulled the woman and left, "We can't let so many people stay behind to take risks because of one person."

"I can't abandon my comrade." The woman broke free from the young man's hand: "She must have been delayed by something important. You go first; I'll stay behind to meet her. By then, we will find a way to leave."

A middle-aged man ran over: "Hurry, can't delay any longer."

The young man stomped his foot, took out a pistol from his body and stuffed it into the woman's hand, then hugged the woman in his arms.

"I'll wait for you; you must come back."

"Alright!" The woman hugged the young man's waist tightly, "When I go back, we'll get married."

The young man pushed the woman away and turned to leave. The middle-aged man wanted to say something but didn't say anything in the end, following the young man onto the boat.

Watching the fishing boat slowly sail away from the pier, the woman ran toward a seafood truck parked opposite.

She started the car, and just after walking a short distance, more than twenty police cars with flashing lights but no sirens rushed out of the thick fog and sped past her.

"Gachi!"

The woman's face turned pale instantly, and she slammed on the brakes, looking at the rearview mirror, vaguely seeing the police cars stopping at the pier.

Immediately after, three searchlights illuminated the sea as bright as day, and even the thick fog was driven away a lot.

The woman opened the car door and jumped out, seeing three large-tonnage coast guard ships surrounding the fishing boat.

Soon, intense gunfire came, and at this moment, a dilapidated minivan stopped beside the woman.

The bald master got out of the car, and immediately after, Xia Qing also got out of the car, looking at the sea ahead with a blank expression.

The bald master pulled the woman without hesitation and greeted Xia Qing: "Get in the car!"

The three got into the car, and the bald master steered the wheel, turned around, and walked back.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion came. The bald master slammed on the brakes, and the three opened the windows and looked back.

Only to see a huge fire on the sea, and they could clearly see the fishing boat slowly capsizing in the fire.

The woman clenched her fists tightly, biting her lip hard, and blood spilled from between her teeth.

Xia Qing slowly closed her eyes, and tears dripped down the corners of her eyes.

The bald master slammed on the accelerator, and the engine transmitted an overloaded roar.

The tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh screeching sound, light smoke rose, and the air was filled with the smell of burning rubber.

The minivan darted out like an arrow off a bowstring, heading straight for Highway 5.

The atmosphere in the car was very oppressive, and the rain outside was getting heavier, but the speed didn't slow down at all; the bald master even floored the accelerator.

I don't know how long it took, but the woman finally spoke.

"Where are we going?"

The bald master said in a deep voice: "Going to Mexico. Before coming over, I established contact with the side over there. If you have already left, I will send Bluebird directly to the border, and there will be people there to meet you."

From San Francisco to the Mexican border city, it was about 500 miles, which should have taken ten or so hours, but they arrived in less than eight hours.

On the eastern horizon, a fish-belly white had already appeared. Arriving at the US-Mexico border customs, the woman and Xia Qing took out the guns on their bodies and handed them to the bald master.

The bald master said: "The person meeting you is called Zhou Guangyi, and his identity is the general manager of the Mexico Qiao's Shipping Company. Forty-two years old, 1.73 meters tall, weighing 71 kilograms, with a small mustache and a mole on the corner of his mouth. He should have already taken care of things, and you can pass customs with normal documents."

Xia Qing and the woman nodded and opened the car door to get out.

The bald master said worriedly: "He must be meeting you on the opposite side at this time. By then, listen to his arrangements."

Watching Xia Qing and the woman enter customs, the bald master took out a cigarette and lit it.

He tilted his head, and the hand holding the cigarette was actually shaking a bit, his eyes getting redder and redder, and in the end, he couldn't hold back, and tears slid down.

But there was also a trace of luck in his heart; if it weren't for those little punks finding trouble in the shop, Bluebird might have also been sacrificed.

If it weren't for the woman insisting on staying behind to meet Bluebird, she might have also sacrificed.

(For those who forgot this character Xia Qing, see chapters 248 and 254)