After getting the club's guy, John continued to break in.

There are compartments on both sides of the left and right, and some things are being done in the compartments that are not suitable for children.

Obviously, the Celperth Social Club is actually just a low-class entertainment venue.

John broke into the room on his left, grabbed the man in bed, drove the woman away, and asked, "Jonny? Where is Wan?"

The man scolded angrily: "Fak you, how do I know?"

John was too lazy to talk too much, so he picked up the guy and threw it out of the window.

John did the same thing and broke into seven or eight rooms in a row.

The club was in chaos, and men and women fled out in a whirlwind.

"Jonny? Where is Wan?" John asked for the tenth time.

The guy didn't even have time to put on his clothes and said hurriedly: "On the second floor, go in and walk in the third room on the right."

John patted the guy on the head, "good    boy."

Let this guy go.

John went upstairs and kicked open the door of the third room on his right.

An Asian man inside was startled.

"What are you going to do?" the Asian man asked, and it turned out to be in Oriental language.

John raised his eyebrows and switched to Oriental, "Are you Jonny? Wan?"

The Asian man shook his head quickly and said with a smile: "It turns out that you can speak Oriental, brother, too... That's easy to deal with. Look, I'm obviously an Oriental, how could it be Jonny? Wan? My name is Fan Jian. You've found the wrong person."

After saying that, he picked up the red box on the table and was about to leave.

John grabbed him and asked, "What is your box?"

Fan Jian: "What I put in my box has nothing to do with you, brother, right?"

John pulled out his gun, "Stop talking, open it and show me!"

"Ok, OK," Fan Jian compromised and reluctantly opened the password lock on the box.

John snatched it over, unbuttoned the lid, and a white air conditioner suddenly floated out. The box was actually a miniature refrigerator.

John looked inside and found it was...

John: "Fak, you actually brought this thing with you... Hey, what's this?"

The air conditioner dissipated a little, revealing a group of English words below, which was transliterated as Joni Wan.

John grabbed Fan Jian's back of the head, "Brother, what else do you have to say now?"

Fan Jian: "I...I...I...actually I am really not..."

John pressed the gun against his head, "I only give you one chance. Do you want to survive? Do it yourself. Kill you, and I still have a way to find the person behind you."

Fan Jian refused but could only sigh and said dejectedly: "Okay, I am Joni? Wan, but my real name is Fan Jian. Brother, what do you want to know? Ask now."

People said it well, Fan Jian is just a small leader. If you kill him, you can also find someone else to understand the truth. Some things can't be hidden.

John: "Where is my heart? And what happened after I fell from a high place."

Fan Jian: "After you fell, I just ordered to snatch you over, and after finding someone to cut your heart, I handed over it."

John: "Who did you give it to?"

Fan Jian: "My boss Tang Jin."

John: "What did he want my heart to do?"

Fan Jian: "I don't know this... The boss won't tell us these errands."

John nodded and asked again, "Where is Donjin now?"

Fan Jian hesitated for a moment, "He usually lives in the Fuyun Teahouse in Chinatown. It is the company's office."

John: "The last question, I have a will, do you know where it goes?"

This will was exposed when he killed Vero and touched the corpse. Before he could use it, he crashed. Now the will has disappeared, and most of it fell into their hands.

Fan Jian: "What will? Did you make a will before?"

John looked at his expression not like lying, and the will was not in his hands.

"Nothing," John patted his shoulder, "you can go."

This will is only found when Tang Jin is found.

Fan Jian: "Then thank you brother, thank you for your mercy."

He picked up the red box and was about to leave...

Bang!

He turned around, "You...you..." stared at John, and fell incredibly.

John: "I want to apply oil to the soles of my feet after cutting my heart. It doesn't exist! I will not let any of you executioners go. I will give you a piece of advice, remember to never mess with honest people in the next life."

Fan Jian spit out a mouthful of old blood and stopped moving.

...

Leave the club and get back in the car.

The feeling of fatigue came again.

John looked down and saw that the router on his waist had only two grids of power left.

This thing consumes power very quickly.

"Dr. Miles said that as long as you contact currents above the safety voltage, you can charge, and the voltage in the car should also meet the charging standards."

John's specialty [engineering] is a junior (70/75). Although he cannot repair aircraft and cannons, it is not difficult to solve the electrical problems of ordinary vehicles.

He took off the lid, twisted out two threads and held them in his hand, and then drove the car...

Suddenly—

A feeling of ascension is permeated throughout the body...

...

Fully charged, according to the memory of his predecessor, John drove to the InterContinental Hotel's Los Angeles branch, and bought a bulletproof suit, two pistols, a pair of short rushes, two burning mines, a can of smoke and thunder, and a flashing mine.

InterContinental Hotel provides paid services to all members. As long as they hold internally circulated gold coins, they can get supplies in branches in major cities. The killer industry is still very promising in this plane.

After fully armed, John continued to drive to Chinatown and stopped in the parking space not far from Fuyun Teahouse.

Get off the car and walk towards the entrance of the teahouse with a swagger.

John was equipped with long and short weapons, and a bulletproof suit, and all kinds of thunder were available, just like a mobile army (*) firehouse, but there was nothing suspicious about it.

All the equipment is covered under the bulletproof suit.

John walked into the teahouse, turned around and closed the door, tied the door, and locked it with the chain next to it.

Today, everything here will become history.

The person in charge of the lobby and other subordinates all thought that John, a white foreigner, had a brainwash, and ran to the wild when he was alone.

A subordinate came over, "Hey, old man, are you sick? If you don't want to die, hurry up and get out of here and there!"

John pulled out his pistol.

Bang!

He taught this guy to be a human being with just one shot.

The person in charge of the lobby was shocked and hurriedly picked up the gun with his subordinates, realizing that this matter must be unhealthy.

This is the office of the Tang Jin gang. The guarding force is unprecedentedly powerful. Without some strength, it is impossible to gain a tenable position in Los Angeles.

But no one could have thought that a madman would be bold enough to come and play alone in broad daylight and come to the gym.

Caught off guard...

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

John fired alternately with two pistols, and the white flames in the muzzle jumped frequently.

All the tea sets, decorations, screens and other items in the lobby on the ground floor flew into the sky.

All the men, including the person in charge of the lobby, were knocked down almost as soon as they touched the gun, causing heavy casualties.

The resistance was ruthlessly crushed to death just now.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang bang!
Chapter completed!