The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Lance stood up, grabbed the car keys, and turned to leave the House of Everything.

A few hours later, Lance drove a second-hand Camaro to the door of the Rikers Island prison in New York, got out of the car, sat on the hood, pulled out a bubble watermelon wave and threw it into his mouth.

Just wait quietly.

For about fifteen minutes, Lance looked at the time, and it was almost ten o'clock.

At this moment, the side door of Rikers Island Prison slowly opened, and a tall, thin man in black walked out.

The moment she saw him, Lance narrowed her eyes and got off the hood and walked towards him step by step.

The man in black, who also saw him, did not stop, and the distance between the two became closer and closer.

Until the two sides were separated by a meter, the two stopped at the same time and stared at each other.

The man in black finally spoke: "Lance... Long time no see. "

Long time no see." Lance nodded, a faint smile on his face.

"You are still exactly the same as before, no change at all."

"Is it? Don't you think I'm getting handsome? Lance smiled, a smug expression on his face.

"No, I mean you're still as narcissistic as before, which makes me have to admire you." The man in black shrugged his shoulders.

"Let's go, Remy, today you are out of prison, I will go and catch the wind for you." Lance smiled and patted him on the shoulder, took the backpack in his hand, and walked towards his car.

Remy's eyes, which looked at his back, gradually softened from being close to people.

"Go! What are you still stunned for! Seeing Remy standing motionless, Lance, who came to the driver's seat, knocked on the roof of the car and Lance urged.

"Oh, good." Remy nodded and followed Lance's footsteps towards the car and got into the passenger seat.

"Where to?"

"Take you to eat first, how is life in prison?"

"It's pretty good, although it's not as dashing and comfortable as outside, but it's more fulfilling."

"Really? You have such fine skin and tender flesh, no one let you pick up soap? Or beaten?

Remy snorted coldly and pouted disdainfully: "Don't look at those prisoners usually look fierce, but my fists are very hard, none of them dare to bully me, it's me who bullies others."

Langston couldn't help but laugh: "You think I didn't see your still swollen left eye socket?"

When Remy heard Lance's ridicule, his face turned red, and he immediately said angrily: "Damn, there are so many of them!" Isn't it normal to get a little injured! Besides, where in prison is there no fight?

Lance quickly waved his hand to signal him to be quiet: "OKOK! We don't mention those bastards, what do you want to eat?

"I want to eat hot pot." Remy was not polite in the slightest.

"Are you sure? Are you not afraid of spicy?

"OK!"

"Then you will sit down honestly for me!" With that, Lance stepped on the gas pedal and the car swooped out.

Remy looked at the scenery that kept flying by outside the car window, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he finally came out! It's such a cool feeling!

An hour later, Lance drove to Chinatown and took Remy to a hot pot restaurant.

"So be it, go in and taste it."

Remy nodded and stepped into it after him.

The two found a table by the window and sat down, ordered a bunch of ingredients, asked for a few more bottles of beer, and sat there waiting for the dishes to be served.

"What are you going to do next?" Lance picked up the wine glass and smacked his lips after taking a long sip.

Remy shook his head: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Lance mused, "So you want to stay in New York?" Or are you planning to live in another city?

"Nope! I'm not leaving New York.

Remy looked at Lance's expression extremely seriously: "I will find those who framed me and then take revenge."

Lance sighed when he heard this: "Why are you always reluctant to tell me who they are, I can help you."

"I don't need your help, I want to solve this matter in my own way, I want to use my own power to make these bastards who hurt me pay." Remy's eyes flashed with anger, and his expression was better until he drained a bottle of beer in one sip.

Lance knew Remy's temper, and knew that he could not persuade, so he sighed and drank.

"Do you have any clues?"

"There is a clue." Remy nodded and continued: "I will pick them out one by one, don't talk about me, what about you?" What are you doing now? Probably not enough money from odd jobs to buy a car, right?

Lance smiled: "We are also a rich man now, and we are working as private investigators this year and have made some money." Lance

roughly described his bittersweet experience as a private investigator and then talked about the past, after all, some things really can't tell him, it's not scientific.

They ate so quickly, and soon the two cases of beer were empty, but the two of them still had no intention of stopping.

"Wait for me to go to my place? I specially left you a room, how? Lance proposed.

"No need, I'll find another place, you don't have to worry about me." Remy waved his hand and declined Lance's invitation.

"Remy Lebo, why are you still so fierce? After being locked up for three years, I really don't understand. Lance held his forehead with one hand, looking a little helpless.

"I don't want to burden you." His voice was full of determination and perseverance.

Having said that, Lance no longer dissuaded, and the two of them tacitly chose not to continue the topic.

After eating a meal for two hours, the two of them ate and drank and walked towards his car.

But Remy stood next to the car and didn't go up, Lance turned to look at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?" Let's go! I'll take you to find a place to stay.

Remy shook his head, looked at Lance seriously and said, "No, I'll come to you after I've dealt with those people, but I hope you don't interfere and don't look for me."

Lance was slightly startled, smiled bitterly, got into the car again and took a bag and handed it to him: "There is a mobile phone inside, my number is saved, there is not much money in the bank card, there is a million dollars, and the password is your birthday." Also, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you can call me and I will definitely help you.

Remy hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and took the bag.

"Remember, don't be pushy! If there is anything, be sure to call me! Lance instructed again, in a very serious tone.

Remy took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

Immediately, after the two waved goodbye, they went their separate ways.

Looking at the distant Camaro, Remy clenched the bag in his hand, and his eyes became firm.