Chapter 12 A list from the police

The car came, and it was Vincent again.

"Want to follow?"

"No, I still want to walk around to see if there are any new prey." Lao Hei replied.

This time, Lao Hei didn't follow him. He was followed by a god of death. The pressure was really great.

This is the real God of Death, a soul-hunting demon.

When we got back to the hotel, it was already past three in the morning.

Chen Zhao was really tired. After washing himself casually, he lay on the bed.

As a result, the two bastards Beelzebub and Raymond touched the cup and suddenly became furious.

I was working hard outside to earn my hard-earned money, but the two of them ended up sleeping in their own bed.

Chen Zhao raised his hand and threw Beelzebub and Raymond out of the window.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Chen Zhao got up to wash himself.

Although the business last night was dangerous, the reward was also very generous.

Chen Zhao went downstairs and gave the commission to Ethan.

"Chen, it's a pleasure to work with you. At least you won't fool me. I used to cooperate with others, and that person always used various reasons to fool me. I knew that there was nothing wrong with my vision."

Ethan received a commission of six hundred dollars, which was also very happy.

"Would you like one? I'll treat you to it."

Ethan took out a homemade marijuana cigarette, and Chen Zhao shook his head.

This stuff is as common as daily necessities for Americans. Chen Zhao has no intention of becoming a saint and wants to advise everyone he knows to quit this stuff, but Chen Zhao will never touch this stuff.

As a doctor, you need to maintain a clear consciousness at all times. Even if it is alcohol, Chen Zhao rarely touches it, let alone marijuana.

"No, if you want to treat me, you'd better treat me to a meal. That's more practical."

"Don't even think about it." Ethan took out a large plate of burgers from under the counter: "It's just made, and it's still the same price."

"Stingy." Chen Zhao picked up a burger and ate it, while taking a bottle of drink from the freezer.

"Did you encounter any danger last night?"

Chen Zhao's face softened slightly, and then nodded: "Next time there is an order like this, you'd better give me a high price. This is a bet with my life. If the price is low, I will never accept it."

"Okay, I will pay attention to it, but you have made thousands of dollars in the past few days. You should give yourself a holiday and relax a little."

"What's the use of a few thousand dollars, I don't have enough to buy a car now."

"Do you have a driver's license?"

"Um...I'm planning to take the driver's license test."

"Go out for a walk and learn more about Los Angeles. This is the City of Angels. Maybe you will have a romantic encounter at the next intersection."

"How old are you?"

"fifty three."

"Then how many romantic encounters have you had in your fifty-two years of life?"

"I told you, you wouldn't believe it. When I was young, my figure was more perfect than Schwarzenegger. My chest muscles..."

"Schwarzenegger is seventy-two years old. You told me that you had a better figure than him when you were young? Which age group are you talking about? The year you were born, he won the honor of Mr. Bodybuilder of the World."

"It's boring to chat with you." Ethan turned around angrily and walked out of the counter.

How to chat to death? That is to directly expose other people's bragging.

"Help me look after the store, I want to find my romantic encounter."

There was nothing to do anyway, so Chen Zhao simply sat at the counter and helped Ethan look after the store.

It’s early October in Los Angeles and the temperature is still 30 degrees.

There was no air conditioning in the front room of the hotel, only a small fan. When Chen Zhao was drowsy, he knocked on the table with one hand.

"Wake up."

Chen Zhao opened his eyes and saw a man and a woman, very close to each other.

"Get me a room."

"Fifteen dollars, thank you."

Although regular hotels require identification, Ethan's motel obviously does not require it. As long as someone pays, they can check in directly.

After the couple got the keys, they hugged each other and went upstairs.

Chen Zhao saw that the walking behavior of the man and woman was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

However, this kind of open-minded men and women can be found everywhere in this country.

Chen Zhao was not worried and continued to sit there and play with his mobile phone.

At this moment, the cell phone rang, it was Ge Lin's call.

"Hey, Ge Lin, I'm free today..."

"I didn't call you to date you."

"You're hurting me."

"I need your help with something."

"What's up?"

"Can you bring your tools and come to 103 North Branch Street?"

"You know what I do, right?" Chen Zhao asked tentatively.

Although he and Ge Lin were already very familiar with each other and had already met each other shirtless, Chen Zhao still needed to confirm that Ge Lin was not fishing for law enforcement.

Of course, Ge Lin was not responsible for him.

"I know, I promise you will be fine."

"Okay then." After Chen Zhao hung up the phone, he called Ethan again and asked him to come back and check the store.

But Ethan said no, just leave.

Chen Zhao took the toolbox, and Raymond and Beelzebub followed.

"Ge Lin, I'm already here."

Not long after, Ge Lin came out and brought Chen Zhao into the house.

As soon as Chen Zhao entered the house and saw several police officers, he immediately became nervous.

"Ge Lin, what's going on?"

At this time, a tall black policeman who was at least 1.9 meters tall came over: "Ge Lin, is he the doctor you mentioned?"

"Yes."

"Is he safe?"

"Don't worry, it's no problem."

The black policeman patted Chen Zhao on the shoulder: "Man, help me save someone. I guarantee that no policeman in this area will trouble you in the future."

"Can I see the patient?"

The police took Chen Zhao into a room. The room was full of blood. There was a wounded person lying on the bed. He was also a policeman and had been shot in the abdomen.

"Why didn't you call an ambulance?"

"This has nothing to do with you."

Since they didn't want to talk, Chen Zhao didn't ask any more questions, took out his tools and started to take out bullets for the police to disinfect and bandage them.

"Okay, in the past seven days, it is best not to do strenuous exercise, and the food should be mainly light."

"This is your reward." The black policeman gave Chen Zhao two hundred dollars.

Chen Zhao thought for a while and accepted the consultation fee.

"I'll give it to you," Ge Lin said.

After leaving the house, Ge Lin asked Chen Zhao to get into the police car.

Chen Zhao did not take the initiative to ask, but Ge Lin still spoke the truth after being silent at first.

"Are you wondering why my colleague wasn't sent to the hospital?"

"Judging from the bullets taken out of the injured person's wound, they should be 9mm bullets. Most of these bullets are provided to police guns, such as P226 pistols. In other words, the injured person was probably shot by the police's own sidearm. The injury may be due to the loss of the gun. If it is sent to the hospital, a record will be left and the bullet trajectory will be investigated, and it will be easy to find out that it was a gun from inside."

Although Chen Zhao was not sure of the exact situation, he could still tell the general situation.