Chapter 1 I'm here to save the foreign people in dire straits

Chen Zhao (zhao) walked out of the airport dragging the luggage.

I heard that foreign people are living in dire straits, and with the idea of ​​saving the world, I must come to save them.

There were two women standing at the gate, one of them was Chen Zhao's mother, and the other was a white woman who was her assistant, seemingly named Sally.

Chen Zhao is an accident doctor. Those who have had medical accidents in China can no longer engage in related work in China.

So her mother brought Chen Zhao to the United States, which is not difficult for the chairman of a pharmaceutical company.

Of course, in return, Chen Zhao will donate her own bone marrow when her daughter, Chen Zhao's half-sister, needs bone marrow.

Chen Zhao's mother and father divorced a long time ago, and then went abroad to work hard. Now Chen Zhao's mother is the boss of a pharmaceutical company.

But this has nothing to do with Chen Zhao, the two of them are more like familiar strangers.

Over the years, their connections have been few and far between.

And Chen Zhao's mother's help to him is more like a transaction.

Of course, their relationship wasn't bad either.

It's not anyone's fault that my parents divorced in the early years, it's just because they can't get along, it's that simple.

There is nothing to dislike the poor and love the rich, and there is nothing forced by reality.

Then Chen Zhao chose to be with his father, it was that simple.

Chen Zhao is not the kind of person who lacks maternal love.

"Here's your green card, and a bank card with ten thousand dollars in it."

"Thank you." Chen Zhao took the things.

"Is there anything else I need help with?"

"No...call me when she needs it."

Chen Zhao's mother nodded: "Which industry are you planning to work in?"

"You don't have to worry about it, I have my own plans."

Planning a shit, Chen Zhao doesn't even know where he lives now.

"If you plan to go back to your old business, you'd better get a medical license first. If you practice medicine illegally, you will be sent back and you will go to jail."

"I see."

After saying goodbye to his mother, Chen Zhao saluted and got into a taxi.

"Where to?" The taxi driver was a black man.

"Help me find a motel, thank you." Chen Zhao's English pronunciation is not very standard.

"Korean? Japanese? Chinese?"

"Chinese."

"Hello, my name is Vincent, what are you here for?"

"escape."

"My God, is your China so dangerous?"

"No, something happened to me at home, so I had to flee the country."

"Gangster?"

"Okay, I'm a doctor." Chen Zhao replied helplessly.

Chen Zhao heard that every black man is a talker, and Vincent proved this very well.

"Man, can you tell me what's going on?"

"A patient I took over had an operation on him without his family members signing a waiver. Unfortunately, he died, and then I became the murderer."

"Well, this is a sad story, why didn't the family sign the waiver?"

Chen Zhao really didn't want to discuss this topic. Could it be that he told this black man that this was the usual trick of some medical practitioners, and asked him to denounce the cold-blooded and ruthless Chinese with himself?

"Do you have any requirements for accommodation?"

"The requirements are very simple, the environment is good, clean and tidy, the food is delicious, the price is cheap, and there are more beautiful women."

"Okay, I know a hotel that only costs ten dollars a night." Vincent automatically omits the other requirements, he just understands that it's cheap.

Chen Zhao was helpless, and then happily accepted the motel.

The motel recommended by Vincent to Chen Zhao is located on the outskirts of Los Angeles. The environment...is surrounded by desolate sand.

It seemed that Vincent knew the owner of the motel, a short, stout white man with a beard, maybe out of the way, so there was no business, and the owner was dozing off at the counter.

"Hi Ethan, I've brought you a guest, a lovely Asian."

Ethan opened his eyes slowly, his reaction seemed a little slow, he looked at Vincent and then at Chen Zhao: "Okay, fifteen dollars a night."

"Hey, Ethan, don't do this, this is my brother."

"Well, I'll give you ten dollars a night and a breakfast if you give cash."

Before coming, Chen Zhao exchanged some cash, so he readily paid for ten nights' accommodation.

"Do you have documents? A driver's license will do, too."

Chen Zhao took out his green card and after registration, Ethan took Chen Zhao to a room.

There is no mess as imagined, at least within the range that Chen Zhao can accept, one bathroom and one bedroom, one side by the window, so the light is very good.

"Vincent, can you leave a contact information, if I need a car, I will find you."

"Of course, I'd love to."

Before leaving, Vincent hugged Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao was still a little uncomfortable with Lao Mei's overly enthusiastic etiquette.

However, Vincent is a familiar black man, at least Chen Zhao has a pretty good impression of him.

This is my home...

At least, for a long time in the future, I will live here.

Until you make enough money, or you can't survive.

Chen Zhao took out his salute, and when he took out a metal box, Chen Zhao looked particularly solemn.

This metal box was passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors of the Chen family. Chen Zhao's father was a warlock before his death.

Chen Zhao was very curious about how his semi-literate father pursued a female Xueba mother.

It is said that once the metal box is opened, it is necessary to inherit the family business of the Chen family.

However, Chen Zhao has been unable to open the box, so Chen Zhao is very fortunate.

After all, even a third-rate doctor is much better than being a warlock, at least Chen Zhao thinks so.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and Chen Zhao, who was standing behind the door, staggered, the metal box in his hand was not steady and fell to the ground.

Then, the metal box that had been tried countless times and had not been opened was opened in this very unscrupulous way.

"Sorry, I didn't hurt you." Ethan stood outside the door with a hamburger signature in his hand.

"Uh... it's okay, is it for me?"

"No, I just came up to see if you need any help, it seems that there is no, goodbye."

Ethan's answer made Chen Zhao's hand froze in mid-air, looking embarrassed and disappointed, especially when Chen Zhao was very hungry.

Chen Zhao closed the door again and picked up the metal box on the ground.

Chen Zhao originally thought that there was something in this metal box, maybe some secret book, or some secret treasure.

But there was nothing and nothing inside, which made Chen Zhao, who was already disappointed, even more disappointed.

More than double the disappointment of not getting the food...  

Chen Zhao was about to put the metal box back on the table when he suddenly kicked something under his feet.

"Where did the dog come from?" Chen Zhao found a Shar Pei at his feet.

"Hey, you'd better be polite." Shar Pei turned around and said in a way that Chen Zhao couldn't understand: "I am the lord of hell, Beelzebub Vito."