Chapter 513 begins

The car window rolled down.

The hip-hop youth tilted his head toward her.

"Darling, get in."

At this moment, the foreign woman immediately swallowed the "shit" that had reached her lips.

A smile was plastered back onto her face instantly.

She wiggled her waist and got into the car.

Then, this descendant of the Hongmen, who was that hip-hop youth, stepped on the gas and headed in a certain direction.

It wasn't that he had any lingering attachment to this foreign woman.

Rather, he had received orders from his Hongmen elders to go and create chaos.

Although his identity as a yellow-skinned second-generation rich kid made those white-skinned pigs afraid to act rashly, having a white-skinned foreign woman with him made those CIA white-skinned pigs even less likely to act recklessly.

At the very least, at first glance, he didn't look like someone on official business.

Instead, he looked like a playboy who had finished fooling around last night and was continuing to party during the day.

This kind of identity cover was actually more useful.

Meanwhile, in other directions of Chinatown, other cars began to move.

There were sports cars.

There were modified cars.

There were also unremarkable-looking old cars.

The people in the cars were all descendants of the Hongmen.

Each and every one of them knew that it was the CIA trying to capture a professor from back home.

Although they had grown up in Country A, the education they received from childhood was the teachings of their elders, and their hearts were with their home country.

Over these years, as people of the yellow race, they had been quite marginalized in Country A.

At this moment, being able to cause some trouble for those white-skinned pigs of the CIA was naturally something they were eager to do.

"Holy crap, this is awesome."

The hip-hop youth driving the car grinned.

Not only was he not afraid, but he was also very excited.

...

On the CIA side, when Officer Tom De learned that his men still hadn't captured Professor Liu and the others, his expression was very ugly.

You must know, previously, he had people investigate Long Dagui and his family, and the result of the investigation was that Long Dagui and his family were just ordinary people here on vacation.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, that family had whisked the person away without anyone knowing.

To him, this was simply a huge humiliation.

This had already made his expression very ugly, but now, as they pursued the family, every time they reached an intersection, there would be an explosion, which made his expression even uglier.

And what made it even uglier was that the CIA Director had already given him a kill order: if he couldn't capture Professor Liu, he would have to face a military tribunal.

This made him curse out loud even more.

You must know, he wasn't without connections either; he had received news that Leader Hen Meipu had issued the kill order to their Director, and that pig-headed Director had passed the order down to him.

Isn't this just big fish eating little fish?

"Damn it, a bunch of trash."

Tom De's face turned livid.

The veins on his forehead were bulging.

Then, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

You see, he definitely couldn't do anything to his superiors, so he prepared to vent this anger on Professor Liu and those people who were secretly helping Professor Liu by creating explosions and traffic jams for him.

He wasn't a fool either.

After thinking about it for a moment, he knew that the people creating the explosions must be from the East, perhaps even a secret line arranged by the East in Country A, namely, people from the Special Front.

And as long as he captured these people and uprooted the East's secret line, it would be a great achievement.

"Are they all here? Block them off for me."

At this moment, in front of this CIA officer were various surveillance screens.

In one of the feeds, the car fleeing frantically toward a certain direction was the car carrying Professor Liu and the others.

And from the surveillance of several other intersections, one could see more and more CIA cars rushing over.

After all, they were on home turf.

While pursuing Professor Liu, he had deployed troops; these cars appearing at every intersection, heading from all directions toward Professor Liu's car, were his men.

As time passed, it looked like the car Professor Liu was in was about to fall into the encirclement.

There were also CIA agents watching covetously from the shadows, waiting for the East's secret line to show itself again, at which point they would go up and make the arrest.

The secret line of the East hiding in the shadows also sensed that something wasn't quite right.

According to the principles of their Special Front, they shouldn't make another move in this situation.

However, the secret agents hiding in the dark gritted their teeth and decided to help Professor Liu and the others one more time.

In the car where Professor Liu and the Long family were, Long Dagui was driving, cold sweat rolling down his forehead; he also felt that something was wrong.

He felt that they seemed to be becoming turtles in a jar.

"Damn it, damn it."

Long Dagui gripped the steering wheel tightly.

His palms were full of sweat.

His heart felt bitter.

In his eyes, he was just out for a vacation, bringing his son along to broaden his horizons.

But now, it was a mess.

It had turned directly into a speed-of-life-and-death situation for him.

In the back seat, Professor Liu's expression was grave.

In the passenger seat, little Long Aoao was still clutching that Ultraman Transformation Wand.

His little face was tense, looking as if he was ready to fiercely fight the foreign devils at any moment.

And CIA officer Tom De was just watching the surveillance, seeing Professor Liu's car about to become a turtle in a jar.

He seemed to see the East's secret line being dragged out by his men.

And just at this moment, his expression suddenly changed.

He saw in the surveillance that one sports car after another suddenly roared from the street, heading toward that intersection.

...

And at the scene.

On a certain road, several CIA cars were originally heading toward Professor Liu's direction.

At this moment, with a bang, a sports car crashed directly into a fire hydrant in the middle of the road.

With a loud crash, the entire sports car was totaled, emitting black smoke.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The person who got out of the car was that hip-hop-dressed second-generation rich kid, coughing from the smoke, his whole person a bit dizzy.

Then, that foreign woman also got out, feeling dizzy.

"Oh my god," the foreign woman looked at the car that had been totaled in the crash, her heart aching terribly.

In contrast, that hip-hop-dressed second-generation rich kid and Hongmen descendant was calmly scrolling through his phone.

He walked to the side of the road, glanced at the totaled car, made a random call to the police, and then left it alone.

Seeing this scene, the foreign woman's eyes went wide.

Only one thought was in her mind: so cool.

Crashing a car and then calmly scrolling through his phone.

And this sports car, totaled on the side of the road, successfully blocked all the cars behind it.

And among the cars behind it, there were also CIA cars.

At every intersection, the same scene was playing out.

Some rear-ended directly.

Some stopped horizontally and wouldn't move.

Others got stuck in the narrowest spots.

Regardless, there was only one goal: block the road.

Block it hard.

Make it so you CIA people couldn't get through even if you wanted to.

"Fuck, fuck."

The CIA officer started cursing loudly.

He was so angry his face turned green.

At this moment, the car Professor Liu was in, through this window of opportunity created, escaped once again.

After gaining a moment to breathe, in the car, Professor Liu, the old man, was whispering something to Long Aoao, seemingly asking about this Ultraman Transformation Wand.

Long Aoao had a very serious expression.

His little face was tightened, as if he were talking about something very awesome and important.

However, the situation did not improve.

Because at this moment, Leader Hen Meipu had personally ordered the FBI to enter the fray.

...

"What kind of entry? What entry?"

Over at the Li Family Toy Factory, Wang Dachui looked at the pre-orders for the Ultraman Transformation Wand, which were quite good—it was a hit before it even went on sale—and felt that their Li Family Toy Factory had already secured a ticket to becoming a well-known toy factory.

Holding the printed order data in his hand, his mouth was grinning almost to the back of his ears.

In his eyes, this was properly getting onto the right track.

It wasn't any Bird-repelling machine.

Nor was it any messy, rogue software business.

It was proper children's toys.

Li Jiajun heard this and was also very happy, but he feigned humility and said, "Keep a low profile."

"It's just getting a ticket, that's all."

"It's still a bit of a distance from becoming a toy maker for the people."

"But it's not a big problem."

"Talent is something that is just right there; sometimes, even if you want to keep a low profile, it's quite difficult."

Wang Dachui: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched.

This factory director.

If you call him humble, he doesn't seem like it.

If you call him not humble, he did say "keep a low profile" first.

Anyway, it was all quite abstract.

Li Jiajun was in a good mood as he said these things.

Because in his eyes, once this Ultraman Transformation Wand became a hit, it meant the path he had thought of before was correct.

The children's market, wasn't it arriving now?