Dozo America

In a park on the outskirts of Los Angeles, Pricekin sat quietly on a bench, watching the people coming and going in the park. He was a little envious, thinking that he had once been one of such people.' 'He had his own

Wife, son and daughter, but those damn bastards drove a car and took away their lives, but he was lucky enough to survive. He was not able to take revenge because those bastards were also there that time

All died in the car accident.

An extremely tragic car accident was also an extremely tragic memory. He joined the secret force in the army and stationed in the 51st District, just to turn himself into a machine, a machine that only knew how to obey orders and kill people. Knowing that Sid

?Fritsch split with the people in District 51, and he followed Fritsch, who had stronger desires and more murderous intentions.

Following Fritsch, he killed many people. He never asked why. As long as he was asked to kill, he would kill. Later, Frittsch provoked Zhen Fan and was killed by Zhen Fan, and he started his own life.

He lives a wandering life. He has conflicts with the government, the gangsters, and even Zhen Fan and the Modin family.

Echoing these scenes, Preskin didn't know how to describe his feelings. He wanted to find his original companion, the werewolf John Beasley, just to let him turn around and gradually enter a normal life like himself.

state and return to a humane life.

But it was obvious that John refused and simply ran away, and ran far away. If he didn't trust him, he wouldn't have run away, and the poor gravekeeper and the family wouldn't have died in his hands.

Above. Thinking about all this, Preskin suddenly felt a little discouraged.

"I should have killed him at that time, so that the whole family would not have died. God, what have I done!" Preskin muttered to himself, and then covered his face with his hands.

, he was not a compassionate person, but he thought of his former wife and children. The people in that family really touched the kind desire deep in his soul, and the return of humanity also made him more kind.

Be emotional.

"It's not your fault." Suddenly a voice came from behind.

Hearing the voice, Preskin knew that it was Zhen Fan, the person he had been waiting for, so he turned around suddenly. He saw Zhen Fan standing not far behind him, looking at him, his eyes calm, as if

It was as if he knew what he was thinking. Yes, he came to Los Angeles this time just to find Zhen Fan.

"Mr. Zhen, I'm here to ask for help!" Preskin looked at Zhen Fan and stood up slowly. He didn't know how to greet Zhen Fan, so he could only nod and take out his hands from his windbreaker.

, looked at him.

"I know!" Zhen Fan nodded, "I knew about Beasley's case, and I also knew that you were coming. From now on, it seems that you are indeed changing. I am very happy about this, but... you still

There are unresolved issues of your own. If you resolve them, then... you can become my disciple, and I will free you from your troubles and make you a real person, and... you will become even stronger.

"

"Yes, I still have one most important thing that I haven't finished yet!" Preskin said, nodding to Zhen Fan, "After I finish this thing this time, I will come back."

"Come here, I'll teach you something!" Zhen Fan suddenly waved to Preskin.

Preskin was stunned for a moment, but he still stepped forward without hesitation. Zhen Fan suddenly touched his forehead with a finger. Immediately, Preskin's head felt like it was going to explode, but at the same time he

A method of using energy suddenly appeared in his mind, which surprised him and also made him pleasantly surprised.

Zhen Fan withdrew his fingers, and Preskin seemed to be exhausted and on the verge of collapse. But his eyebrows were beaming with joy. It was obvious that he knew that this method of using energy in his mind would be very effective.

It will be a great help to myself. I was so surprised that I didn’t know what to say.

"This is a method I entrusted to you. Although this teaching method is a bit tricky, but... it is better than it can be done quickly. It is okay once, but it will damage the body many times. This is a tracking method. If you

If you are familiar with the other party's information or have the other party's belongings, you can use this to track his traces. It is very effective. I hope you can use it well. Remember... don't kill innocent people indiscriminately to complete the task!"

"I understand!" Preskin nodded and said to Zhen Fan.

"Let's go! Get out of here now. This manhunt for Beasley is not just for you, but also for your old enemy Milk. Even the f*cks and the military are in action. I think they are doing it this time.

If you dare to take action on such a large scale, you must have something to rely on. You

You have to pay attention to it. It is very likely that they will not only hunt for Preskin, but also catch you all in one fell swoop." Zhen Fan took a breath and said, "But...Milk's people will not be your enemy, and neither will you.

Don't embarrass them, their strength is no longer at the same level as yours now!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhen, I will pay attention!"

"Let's go, leave here now and go to the direction of Maine. He may cross the border. In this case, he can avoid the threats from the police and the military. I can only tell you this. You need to do the rest.

Do it yourself, you'd better find him earlier than others!" Zhen Fan slowly walked to the bench and sat down, then waved his hand towards Preskin behind him, "Let's go, it's done.

Wait for me here again!”

Seeing that Zhen Fan was unwilling to talk any more, Preskin nodded at his back, then turned and left. He wanted to find Beasley as soon as possible, kill him, and win his own new life.

Not only did Preskin head towards Maine, but also the F-17s, who used cameras to investigate various people entering and leaving the country, looking for needles in a haystack, and finally found out who they were after hundreds of millions of comparisons.

Slee's figure appeared in Maine, so everyone's target shifted to Maine.

The small town of Calas is on the border between northwest Maine and Canada and Quebec. From here you can go to the small town of St. Stevens in Canada. There is only one staff member at the border between the two countries, and there is a railway and barbed wire fence in the middle.

It is also somewhat shabby. Many times, people from the two towns have to go back and forth multiple times a day, and those children can even get through the holes in the barbed wire fence and run back and forth between the two countries.

If you are an adult traveling normally, you need to show your passport. Although this is troublesome, most people do it in accordance with the rules, even though they are familiar with the border officials and even the police.

Because it is a border town, life here is relatively simple. But in the past few days, I have clearly felt a difference. Troops of troops came over, and there were even people wearing sexy vests around the border and in the town of Karas.

This made the local residents a little worried. Obviously, their first thought was nothing else but a terrorist attack.

Giccarlo and Steve were sitting in a hotel in a small town drinking coffee. Steve's eyes were looking out the window from time to time, and he was paying attention to everyone passing by. It was obvious that he kept

Sufficient vigilance. But Giccarlo was much more relaxed than him, closing his eyes slightly and leaning back on the chair.

"Our efforts here are in vain!" Steve looked at it for a while and said with some frustration, "Are the people in the army and the army all idiots? With such a big fanfare, even flies will not fly here.

Come on. Damn it, they never do the right thing."

Steve's complaint was not approved by Giccarlo. He still closed his eyes, took a breath, and said slowly: "Don't think about this, even if we find him, we will not be his opponent."

Yes, so...relax, man, I won't keep my guard up in the face of a mission that is bound to fail."

"Losing our vigilance will cost us our lives." Steve looked at Giccarlo.

"Be careful, he won't actively provoke us, because...behind us, there is someone who can take his life at any time. He is like an experienced hunter, waiting for the best opportunity, and then giving himself

prey's fatal blow. So...I

Their role is to act as bait. You know, as a bait, you are too vigilant, so the prey will probably not appear." Giccarlo knew about Preskin, and he learned about Preskin from Zhen Fan.

Leskin was coming, so he wasn't worried at all.

Because Zhen Fan said that Preskin is one of his own now, and Preskin is more powerful than Beasley, so there is no problem in killing Beasley. Since Zhen Fan said it, it is true, and he only needs to act as bait

Just fine.

Beasley has a feud with him, and his appearance may very well arouse Beasley's resentment. But whether he will appear or not, even Giccarro himself is not sure.

"Sir, we want to check. Please show your valid ID or your passport. We want to compare!" At this time, a policeman accompanied three soldiers. They were fully armed and pointed guns at the people in the cafe.

He said, "This is a routine inspection. There is no need to panic. Please put your documents on the table and please cooperate with our work!"

"Oh, God, damn it. I'm just here to see my grandson, but I have to check my ID so many times. It's crazy. Are the people in Washington security crazy? It's like a war. There are so many soldiers.

." An old woman complained nonstop, and then took out her passport.

"This is for everyone's safety, because we have received news that terrorists are coming to the border area. If you want to enjoy life here safely, or return to the other side safely, then... please cooperate with our work

, thank you!" A staff sergeant stood up and said to everyone. (To be continued...)