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Armed helicopters shuttled through the night sky of the city, and the searchlight pillars were like giant fingers, sweeping every dark alley.

Armed vehicles from the Security Police, the Self-Defense Forces, and the U.S. Army drive through the streets, set up checkpoints at intersections, and check the IDs of passers-by—whether it’s a driver’s license, national health insurance, passport, or student ID.

Li Ang, who didn't have an ID card, observed the strength of the defense at the intersection, then turned and left immediately.

He could break through the checkpoint by force, but that would be instantly locked by the low-orbit surveillance satellite, and the armed helicopter would arrive within a few minutes.

You need to find a place to hide and fix it first.

Li Ang observed the crowd through the sunglasses, and soon became aware of it.

He turned into a commercial pedestrian street. It was late at night, and there were still many fashionable young men and women staying on the street—it wasn't that they didn't want to go home, but because of the traffic jam, they could only walk.

Li Ang quietly approached three female high school students wearing plaid skirt school uniforms, flung out a thin string from his hand, and hooked one of them into the pocket.

The thin line moved nimbly, quietly opened the zipper of the waist bag, and stole the wallet inside.

In the wallet, apart from a few banknotes and change, there are also items such as a student ID named Hibiscus Hagiwara and family photos.

"Miss, please wait a moment."

Li Ang closed his wallet and chased after him. When the three female high school students heard the voice, they turned around suspiciously.

"This wallet fell on the floor,"

Li Ang stood still, pulled down the scarf, smiled as gently as possible, and said to the girl in the middle, "Should it be yours?"

"Eh?"

The pretty girl glanced at her pocket with the zipper open, took the wallet in surprise, checked that the family photos inside were not lost, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much, the photos in my wallet are very important to me."

Holding the photo in her hands, she bowed sincerely and said, "I really don't know how to thank you."

"Why don't you invite me to dinner?"

As soon as the words fell, Li Ang regretted it. He originally wanted to say, "Can you lend me your phone and make a call."

But maybe I was too hungry, so I subconsciously said that I was invited to a meal.

"Eh?!"

Not only Hagiwara took a half step back in surprise, but also the two companions beside her cast surprised glances.

Although you should be grateful for picking up the wallet, is it a bit of a shame to ask for a reward so bluntly?

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One misstep becomes eternal hatred. Anyway, I am also a so-called supernatural being, and I have fallen to the point where I want to repay my kindness and ask a little girl to treat me to dinner.

Li Ang, who was extremely regretful, silently followed the three female high school students, and came to a roadside izakaya with a flag with the name of [Yiduo] hanging on the eaves.

The izakaya occupies a small area, with only six tables, and the wine cabinets are stocked with sake, shochu, beer, plum wine and other alcoholic beverages.

The owner of the store with a slightly vicious face was holding the car keys and was about to go out. When he saw someone lift the curtain at the door, he subconsciously said, "Sorry, our store is closed."

"I'm back."

Hagiwara Hibiscus came in, casually hung the purse on the hook on the wall, and the two companions said "Hello, Uncle" and followed in.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Seeing his daughter, the shop owner said helplessly: "It's very chaotic outside now, your mother is very worried about you."

"Traffic control. We walked back and went to the pharmacy to buy medicine for my mother. The homes of Sanae-chan and Ruri-chan are far away, so we will stay here tonight. Oh, by the way, this is Mr. John Smith. "

Hagiwara Hibiscus explained about Li Ang by the way.

The shop owner also gave Li Ang a surprised look, nodded and said, "Your Excellency has taken care of my little girl. What would you like to eat?"

"Where, where."

Li Ang, whose beard was made of Weiyuan material and whose alias was John Smith, coughed lightly in embarrassment, "Just use the scraps left in the store to make something."

"Then how can it work?"

The shop owner shook his head and refused, and insisted on taking out the menu, and asked Li Ang to go to the kitchen to prepare the meal after ordering.

Hagiwara Jin went upstairs with two friends, and Li Ang was the only one left in the store.

He scratched his head, sat down at the counter, and picked up the landline phone.

Who should I call? The embassy's line must have been monitored, and if you dial it, it will be located immediately.

After thinking for a moment, Li Ang first entered the international phone number of 010, then the country code of 86, and finally the private phone number.

beep - beep -

After a while, the phone was connected, and Li Leling's voice came out from the microphone, "Hello?"

"Hello? Miss Li, it's me, Li Ang."

Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief silently, thankful that he did not enter the wrong number.

"Mr. Li Ang, how are you doing in Tokyo? I saw on TV that there was a terrorist attack there."

"I'm okay."

Li Ang smiled helplessly, "I'm really sorry to disturb you at this time, but Ms. Li, you should know some senior officials of Yin City Government?"

"Well?"

Li Leling didn't expect Li Ang to ask this question, and she was taken aback for a moment before she realized, "Well, I can't say I know each other, my family has business dealings with the government. We can still get in touch."

Large groups have to pay huge taxes every year, and sometimes cooperate with the local government to operate some projects, and can contact people when necessary.

"Is such that,"

Li Ang took a deep breath, and told his experience of these few hours in the shortest time, "...in short, I am now in a state of being wanted by the Self-Defense Forces and the US military stationed in Japan.

Judging from the gunships and armored vehicles driving around the city, they would really open fire in the city in order to capture me.

Can you explain to the authorities? I can only trust you now. "

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There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, Li Leling was obviously shocked by the story that it was a meteorite parasite and wanted by the US military.

"Okay, okay. Then I'll ask my family and find out the contact information."

"Well, thank you. If you need a certificate, the meteorite on the shoe cabinet at the entrance of my house is it.

Long international calls may be monitored, so I hung up first. "

Li Ang hung up the phone, and at this time the shop owner brought out the meal.

Conch as an appetizer, edamame, cold tofu, salmon sashimi, chicken wings and chicken ball skewers, oden, ochazuke.

"Thank you very much."

Li Ang clasped his palms together and saluted, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

"Here, home-brewed beer."

The owner of the shop with a slightly vicious appearance was unexpectedly gentle and elegant. He brought chilled beer, put it on Li Ang's table, and chatted casually.

"Does the guest also like the Sabbath of the Dead?"

"Well?"

Li Ang was stunned for a moment, and realized when he saw the store owner pointing to the skull-patterned baseball cap on his head, "Yeah."

Sabbath of death? Is the name of the band?