American drama life begins with Dr. House

Compared to A Kun, who was in a bad mood, Du Wei seemed very happy to see an acquaintance.

We even chatted with Akun for the first time.

Only then did we know that Akun was not a local, he was from Palau and entered the beautiful country when it was under the trusteeship of the beautiful country.

Now I have been working hard at the bottom of the beautiful country for more than thirty years.

During the conversation, Akun emphasized his identity as a Palauan.

The original intention was to imply that Du Wei was a foreigner and killing him would lead to diplomatic disputes.

Unexpectedly, Du Wei had never heard of the existence of a small country like Palau, so he had no choice but to angrily stop mentioning his dual nationality.

But when he heard Du Wei suddenly ask him about Elijah, Akun immediately shut up and stopped talking.

Elijah's affairs were not something he could talk nonsense about.

As the most well-informed taxi driver in the city, apart from surfing the Internet and being a messenger, the most common thing he does is listen to the chats of passengers.

What the passengers are talking about most now is that a certain nightclub was smashed, that a certain pork processing plant was actually a counterfeit money factory, and a name that everyone often mentions in the mouths of those gang members - Elijah.

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From their mouths, Akun realized that the city's underground forces were undergoing a grand reshuffle.

The being named Elijah is likely to be the ultimate victor.

Because everyone is afraid of him.

Du Wei's identity is a killer. When he asked him about Elijah, he must have wanted to assassinate him.

If Elijah died, and those crazy boys would take revenge, I, as a taxi driver, would have no power to resist.

Those red-eyed gangsters don't care if you are a dual nationality holder.

The end result would be that his body parts were found in a trash can.

Seeing Akun's silence, Du Wei narrowed his eyes:

"Looks like you know something?"

Hearing Du Wei's cold words, Akun felt that the little taxi was suddenly filled with murderous intent at this moment.

His body immediately tensed up, and the clothes on his back were instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Just when his face turned pale and his lips trembled, he wanted to say something.

Du Wei suddenly said:

"Huh? You've gone too far, why don't you stop?"

A Kun came to his senses and saw that he had already passed the location of the Continental Hotel.

He quickly stepped on the brake, and he was caught off guard and almost had an intimate kiss with the steering wheel.

Du Wei didn't seem to want to wait for his answer, which was still a hundred-dollar bill.

It seems that no matter how far the distance is, in Du Wei's opinion, a hundred-dollar bill is enough to pay for the fare and tips.

As for Kun, who picked up the hundred-dollar bill, he already felt that he couldn't stay in this city much longer.

He deliberately didn't want to give Du Wei a ride, and he didn't want to become a puppy, but he really didn't dare to face Du Wei.

This is not the Internet. You can't follow the Internet cable to find him if you wantonly curse others.

If he refused to be picked up at this line, I'm afraid Du Wei would pull out a gun from under his clothes and point it at him.

Since he can't afford to offend him, he can only choose to hide!

When the contract expires, he must stay away from this city and Du Wei!

Compared to A Kun's self-imagined pictures, Du Weicai didn't put much thought into it.

He just asked casually about Elijah.

To him, as long as Princeton was not in the hands of the high table, that would be fine.

I just don’t know what kind of relationship there is between Elijah and the High Table in this world.

Now his rescue team has begun to take shape.

Next, McKell should also be able to settle Terri down and temporarily join in the rescue of the 'irrelevant number'.

Soon he will know whether he saved someone under such circumstances.

In addition, the addition of Eddie and Walter is an insurance for the future of the team.

Although three days of life were exchanged for three short-term brain strengthening processes.

But the result was good, at least Eddie and Walter were frightened by him.

In the foreseeable future, at least the paths of these two will not deviate.

However, compared to Walter who would choose to buy an RV to study nzt, Eddie needs Duwei's continuous attention more.

Because Eddie is exposed to the public eye, he is easily suppressed by his competitors.

This suppression includes, but is not limited to, a series of behind-the-scenes methods such as smearing, framing, and assassination.

After all, in this free America, even John F. Kennedy has a lot of imagination.

What's more, Eddie is a young man who has just started.

It seems like he should recruit more talents.

Du Wei, who was thinking about future plans, was suddenly stopped by Karen at the front desk.

Karen looked at Du Wei for a while with eyes hidden behind thick round lenses, then took out a gold coin and handed it over and said:

"Winston is waiting for you down there."

When Duwei felt Karen's strange gaze, he immediately understood Winston's intention of looking for him.

The recent disappearance of the Blood Hand faction in Princeton has obviously attracted everyone's attention.

Push's position in the region is second only to Wesker.

The demise of the regional force of the Bloody Hands headed by Puxi was equivalent to a heavy slap in the face to the Bloody Hands.

As one of the sources of intelligence organizations for the High Table, the Continental Hotel is bound to be under pressure from above.

Although Du Wei asked the machine to erase the images of himself in the surveillance.

But there is one hole that he can never make up for, and that is the blank time in his own behavioral trajectory.

If someone had been paying attention to him, they would have noticed this anomaly.

So when Duwei sat across from Winston, Winston smiled very happily:

"Although I don't know how you did it, I know you did it.

Well done, young man.

You can find another batch of Karen's black market firearms whose numbers have been obliterated, and no one has been able to trace them to their source.

This can be regarded as my sincerity.”

Facing Winston's temptation, Duwei denied as always:

"I can not understand what you say.

As for those firearms, I don't need them either.

I'm just an honest doctor, what's the point of having a gun?

My hands are used to save lives, not to kill."

Winston watched Duwei answer cautiously, with approval in his eyes.

As long as Du Wei is not sure, as long as he does not accept this batch of firearms whose origins are nominally untraceable, then the fact that Du Wei killed Pushy will never be confirmed.

Because all the witnesses present were dead, the camera did not see anyone.

Such a straightforward assassination, with every figure in the blind spot of the camera, is simply a textbook case.

He knew that Du Wei had a blank time in time, but he really couldn't confirm that it was Du Wei who did it.

After all, Du Wei is still a patient, a patient who had to rely on new targeted drugs to survive some time ago.

Such a person is completely different from the precise, fast, and ruthless profile of Pushy's murderer.

But Winston's intuition told him that this incident must be related to Duwei.

That's why there was this temptation and Karen's second look.

But regardless of whether it was true or not, he admired Du Wei's approach very much.

The only pity is that this guy's life was too short.

Otherwise, he would want to support Du Wei to become the next successor of Continental Hotel.

"Really? That's a pity. I originally wanted to give the person who killed Pushy a little hint.

Regarding the Blood Hand Sect’s next actions.”

Even though Winston threw out the bait, Duwei remained unmoved:

"That has nothing to do with me. I only come here to treat diseases and save people, get gold coins, and then exchange gold coins for medicine to extend my life.

Therefore, when I save others, I am extending my own life.

Killing people is of no use to me."

Winston smiled and stopped testing:

"Well said, the new targeted drugs have arrived, and Karen will arrange for them to be delivered to your room later.

Now come and watch an opera with me."

Du Wei looked towards the stage. The style of today's opera looked extremely cyberpunk.

Black, purple, green, blue and red neon lights flash alternately on the stage.

Then the actors appeared and described a new world composed of oligarchs of various forces in a future world that has experienced war and terrorist attacks.

Here, the gap between rich and poor has widened further.

Lower-class farmers lost their land one after another due to acquisitions and mergers by large companies, and finally had to wander between major cities as family units and became paramilitary organizations.

For the urban middle class, due to large-scale unemployment, wives and children were separated and families were broken up. In the end, they could only form street gangs to separate themselves from each other.

Although those workers who seem to be the upper class of the city and work in large companies live a glamorous life on the outside, they can only become cows and horses, living a standardized 997 life.

But the real people at the top are living a life of sensuality and debauchery.

At this point the real story unfolds, about a little man who was born at the bottom but wants to rebel against the top.

Of course, it ended in tragedy as expected.

When the opera ended, Winston's voice sounded faintly next to Du Wei:

"Would you believe me if I said this is what it will be like fifty years from now?"

Du Wei grinned:

"No, I don't believe it."

Winston asked with interest:

"Oh why?"

"Because there is only one high table in this world."

Hearing Duwei's answer, Winston smiled strangely:

"No, there is more to this world than high tables.

Okay, that’s it for today.”

Looking at Winston who was deliberately acting as the Riddler, Duwei really wanted to pry his mouth open and ask him about the frontline forces in this world besides the high table.

But it was obvious that in order to pry words out of Winston's mouth, either Duwei could beat all the killers present, or Duwei would tell him the truth that Winston was interested in.

Either option is terrible.

Du Wei suppressed his curiosity and went back to his room to sleep, pretending not to care.

No matter what power he has, as long as he exists in this world, he will find clues sooner or later.

However, Du Wei understood that the other forces Winston mentioned were most likely not in the beautiful country.

Maybe in places like South Africa, East Asia, Northern Europe.

Du Wei shook his head and stopped thinking about such frivolous things. He put away the targeted drugs sent into the room and successfully fell asleep again by falling asleep on his own.

Then I opened my eyes on time one hour before going to work the next day.

At the same time, Eddie's video call also came in.

Looking at Eddie's energetic look, Du Wei knew that this guy hadn't slept all night because of nzt.

You might even go all night without eating.

Eddie, who was in a state of high excitement, turned the camera around, which was a must-go for Princeton University Hospital.

"It's all arranged. According to the information you gave me, at this time he has appeared in a Mercedes from the corner..."

As Eddie described it, a black Mercedes-Benz appeared on the screen. Looking at the license plate number, the driver was undoubtedly Pete.

At this moment, a road sprinkler truck happened to pass by, spraying water evenly on the road.

But for some reason one of the sewers seemed to be clogged, causing water to accumulate.

However, the driver of the sprinkler truck did not notice this due to the height of the driver's seat. Instead, he parked the car on the side of the road and went to buy breakfast without turning off the engine.

Then a banner hanging above the road suddenly fell due to a loose rope on one side, and landed right on Pete's windshield.

With his vision blocked, Pete angrily reached out from the window and tried to pull it away.

But without noticing, the steering wheel was pulled by his hand and turned in a crooked direction, heading straight towards the sprinkler truck.

Fortunately, Pete reacted quickly and immediately got back into the car and applied the brakes, thus avoiding the accident.

Then Pete got out of the car cursing, stepped into the water spilled by the sprinkler truck, and prepared to tear down the banner that he had carried dozens of meters away.

As a result, a light sign on the side of the road that seemed to be in disrepair suddenly fell from the top of the store as if it was overwhelmed, and hit hard next to the puddle of water.

Peter, who was startled, immediately started yelling.

The driver of the sprinkler truck who came back from buying breakfast looked at Peter with a strange look on his face, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Affected by the fluctuations caused by the departure of the sprinkler truck, the water flow spread directly towards the light sign.

At this time, Pete had just pulled down the banner and was about to sit back in the car, when a numbness came from the soles of his feet and instantly made him unable to move.

Peter, who was frozen in place, was not noticed until five minutes later.

However, it was already too late. Peter, who was rushed to the hospital emergency room, had already lost his breath, and his whole body exuded the smell of burnt flesh.

At this point, Eddie hung up the phone.

He has perfectly executed the perfect murder plan told by Du Wei.

Du Wei on the other end of the video call slowly exhaled.

Now I don't have to see Pete's annoying face at work today.

The only pity is that it is difficult for him to get the gold coins that Peter has.

But he also remembered that one of Pete's companions was seeing a psychiatrist.

Maybe he should take Michael with him to visit this former stalker again.

When Du Wei, who was in a good mood, stepped into the hospital, he heard the sad news. Peter died at 7:25 this morning due to ineffective rescue efforts.

In order to commemorate Peter's death, Duwei decided to work harder in the emergency department today.

Du Wei's eyes focused on a homeless man lying on a hospital bed.

If Du Wei remembers correctly, this guy has rabies. Once he gets sick, the fatality rate is close to 100%!

(Thanks to Chris Webber for another monthly pass, thank you!)