Hello, Smith

Initially, the main purpose of Zhang Jue's arrival in this country was to find Yang Xue. The search for Smith's whereabouts was just a side trip, paying back Simmons' favor.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected discovery. The mysterious person seemed to be able to foresee some things, and Zhang Jue already had a few rough guesses about his identity, but he still needed to find a way to verify it.

He was also very interested in what Smith was holding. He had attracted so many powerful people to hunt him down, and even a big man in the underground world like Dupont didn't dare to protect him. The thing he knew must be very important. Although he didn't know if it was useful, it did arouse Zhang Jue's curiosity.

Over the next two days, Zhang Jue went out and investigated on his own whenever he could. But no new clues were found. Smith seemed to have completely disappeared from the world. But Zhang Jue knew that he wouldn't just disappear like that, nor could he hide somewhere and doesn't come out.

Because he was badly injured, he would definitely go to buy medicine and bandages. Zhang Jue's next destination should be those inconspicuous pharmacies and clinics. Just show the salesperson the fake FBI ID that the Foundation had forged, and they would dutifully tell him if anyone had come in to purchase anything relevant recently.

Philadelphia is a big city. Doing so was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but Zhang Jue was happy to do so.

Three days were wasted, and nothing was found. Zhang Jue also gave up on this highly inefficient practice. Intending to relax, he took the time to visit the designated Bank. The auto-response email Simmons had received said there was a gift for him that had been placed there.

There was nothing to do around other than that, so Zhang Jue came to see if he could get some clues from it. As for why he hadn't come in the first place, it wasn't some bullshit ploy that simply slipped his mind.

When he arrived at the Bank, it was already late afternoon. The weather was cloudy, and the wind was howling. It was an icy winter in Philadelphia.

Zhang Jue wrapped himself in his coat and entered the bank lobby. It was already late, and the staff would close in ten minutes.

There were only a few people inside, sitting sporadically at the various windows. Few staff members were chatting and working, waiting for the closing bell to ring.

When he walked into the Bank, he met an old man who smelled of alcohol. He was walking crookedly and almost fell down when he was going up the steps. Zhang Jue gave him a hand, and they entered the Bank together.

Zhang Jue found the lobby manager and explained his reason for coming. Just as the lobby manager wanted to take him to the locker, several men with hoods rushed in.

"Nobody move!"

"Hands-on your head!"

"Get down! Get down!"

Seeing the guns in their hands, everyone panicked, and many of the people there were screaming.

The big man in charge fired several shots into the ceiling, "Quiet! Quiet the fuck down!"

No one dared to make a sound. They all followed the robber's instructions and squatted down with their hands on their heads. There were five robbers, all with submachine guns in their hands. It looks like they are veterans of bank robbery.

After controlling the scene, one of the robbers went to put down the bag for the Bank put the money in. The other robber shot the head of a staff member who tried to press the alarm secretly. The robber leader looked over at the staff member at the counter.

"Be careful with the money. Your life depends on it. You'd better think clearly before you do anything weird!"

Zhang Jue stood in the corner, covering his forehead, somewhat helpless. He was probably having a bad day lately. Everywhere he went, he would encounter this kind of situation most of the time. He might have to go all the way back to his place, set up incense, and burn some paper money to sweep away all the bad luck.

He was thinking about these things when one of the robbers found him standing, pointed a gun at him, and said, "You! What are you doing? Get down!"

The old man he had helped tugged on his pant leg, signaling him to crouch down and not to fight the robbers. Zhang Jue smiled at him and shook his head.

"One of the things you robbers that annoyed me was that you guys have no skill at all." He grunted, then walked towards the robbers.

"What do you want?!" Seeing that the momentum was not right, the robber was alert, "Move, and I'll shoot you!"

"If you want to shoot, just do it. Why do you even tell someone about it if you were about to shoot them? You're a pussy. Are you scared?" Zhang Jue said as he approached him.

When several other robbers heard this, they all laughed instead of making a response.

The robber leader frowned and said, "Don't bother with it."

Feeling annoyed, that robber stared into Zhang Jue's eyes and said gloomily, "I'll kill you!" When he was about to pull the trigger. He realized that he couldn't move. That damned young man seemed to have magic power in his eyes.

Watching him step by step towards him, he couldn't even move his fingers. The other robbers were still laughing at him while he was panicking. He couldn't even ask his partners for help.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhang Jue just walked idly step by step in front of the robber. The robber did not shoot but instead kept his posture motionless, seemingly stunned.

The robbers finally realized the problem, and all of them pointed their guns at Zhang Jue. Looking at them, Zhang Jue sighed.

"The Law and Rules in this bitch country are really problematic."

...

Half an hour later, the police arrived. When they violently opened the Bank's door, all of the robbers had been subdued. Their hands and feet were tied with their heads covered with their hoods. They were being escorted down the hall by the Bank's staff.

The police took over the situation immediately.

Looking at the bizarre situation, the captain in charge was amazed, "Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

Was it really that easy for the job to be done these days?

A bold bank staff replied, "These people came to rob the Bank. A young man subdued them and called the police."

"One person subdued all the robbers?" The captain seemed a bit disbelieved.

Another staff member also said, "Only one person. As for how he did it, we don't know."

The captain looked around, "Where is he?"

"Right there." The staff member looked toward the corner of the hall but found that the place had been empty, "Eh? He was there just now. When did he leave?"

...

At this moment, Zhang Jue is humming a song while walking in an alley. The cold wind was howling, and the tune in his mouth was a little rough.

"My family lives on the slope. The gale is blowing from the slope. Whether it's Li Yu Chun or Zeng Yike, they were always my brother. Whether I believe in Brother Chun or Brother Zeng, they will bless me to live long and always healthy."

He stopped at the corner of the alley and stopped his singing. It seems to be waiting for something. Sure enough, an old man came from the other direction limping towards him. It was the same old man that Zhang Jue had helped in front of the Bank.

Seeing Zhang Jue's appearance, he faintly stared.

"Hello." Zhang Jue smiled, "Should I call you old man or Will Smith?"