The Goddess Shines on America

Fortunately, this place happened to be in the old city, and the most indispensable thing in the surrounding area was the empty buildings and rotten houses that few people passed by. After easily finding an abandoned warehouse with no one around, Alice's interrogation of these gangsters began.

Those who can wear Chinese tunic suits in the era of 1985 are either weird or have a reason.

And it turns out that the origins of these bastards are indeed unusual.

"I think the country's reform and opening up measures are too radical, and I extremely reject foreign capital injections. At the same time, I feel extremely uncomfortable with the rapid changes in the folk customs in the past few years. Tsk tsk, this is outrageous, brats."

First of all, after learning why this group of people wanted to "teach" herself, Alice curled her lips in disdain and said: "However, it is not easy for ordinary people to have such an idea. Seeing how slippery you guys are in Chinese tunic suits, there must be something wrong with you." What background? Tell me honestly, this lady can give you a good time."

Ah San really wanted to cry, but he couldn't imagine what was going on. I just want to teach the two sisters who are obsessed with foreigners, why did I provoke such evil stars?

But seeing the brothers around him groan|groaning all over the floor, looking half-crippled, he could only say with a bitter face: "Grandma, we are just the horse boys of a small gang, there is no need to be so fierce... ah!! !"

The screams sounded again, and the girls in the room couldn't help shrinking their necks.

Sissy and Ashley were watching the fun from afar. In fact, they were also very curious about why Alice's torture to extract a confession was so strange, but the effect was surprisingly good. Obviously it was just a hard knock on the back of the head of those gangsters, but the screams were so miserable that it was as if someone was stabbing their brains with needles, it was so miserable.

In fact, if it weren't for the inconspicuous visual effects, just listening to the cries of these people, no one would have thought that someone was tortured in the warehouse.

I saw a girl in a white shirt, khaki overalls, and dark sunglasses squatting in front of a screaming young man, surrounded by the same group of men rolling all over the floor. Such a picture is indeed worth thinking about.

Alice frowned, and she was indeed a little annoyed by the current situation. I even asked several people, but no matter how much I stimulated their brains with mental power, these people just insisted that they were horse boys of ordinary gangs. Although this statement is not unacceptable, Alice can clearly feel that these people obviously concealed more information and did not tell the truth.

"I suggest you better be honest, brother, after all, it's not me who suffers."

However, even though Alice said that again, Ah San still shook her head vigorously, looking like she was crying for her father and mother, but she didn't let go at all.

Any criminal will have a trick, that is, pretending to be a grandson in front of the police, with one face during the interrogation, and another face behind the back, which is nothing more than normal. Maiya is constantly spreading this knowledge to the other two girls, don't let them be pitied by the screams of these bastards, which is true or false, laymen are the easiest to be fooled.

Of course, she didn't know the truth. Among all the people related to Alice, Bill Gates and that black kid named Flynn probably know that the girl has supernatural powers.

In other words, seeing that Ah San was still running the train with his mouth full, Alice was really impatient after all this.

She looked at Vacheron Constantin on her wrist.

Damn it, it's almost noon, and I'm still waiting to eat Shanghai's special braised pork.

There can be no further delay.

She looked at Ah San again. During this period of time in 1985, she was just a slut in a Chinese tunic suit.

Behind the pitch-black Gucci sunglasses, the blue eyeballs turned into pitch black.

"Hey, handsome boy."

Suddenly, Alice's tone became extremely gentle.

In the distance, Sissy and Ashley looked like they had been yelled at by a dog, and Maiya couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

"Tell me honestly, where did you come from?"

The brothers all around were groaning all over the floor. After experiencing the torture that Alice seemed to stab the back of the head with a hand, but actually pierced the brain with a needle of mental power, no one could stay awake.

As for Ah San, his sunglasses had naturally fallen off a long time ago. Through Alice's layer of sunglasses, he seemed to see the girl's eyes that suddenly changed color.

Although from his point of view, maybe black is normal.

It was also pitch black, and Ah San's pupils suddenly became dilated.

"We are from Huaji."

Such a sentence made Alice hold her breath for an instant.

"Hua Ji?"

Then, she frowned hard.

She was sure that her hypnotism was working, but what the hell was Huaji?

"You motherfucker!? Huanhuaji!? I'm still in Heji Whampoa! Are you saying that you are the younger brother of the gangster run by Li Ka-shing!? Hey, boss, isn't this joke too outrageous!?"

Well, even though she was yelling, Alice was really just complaining.

However, the effect still persisted. Ah San's pupils were still dizzy, and she didn't worry about why Alice suddenly yelled, but simply answered: "It's not Li Ka-shing, our Huaji, the full name is the Malaysian Secret Society Party."

Footsteps sounded, and Ashley, Sissy, and Maiya all leaned forward. They still understand basic Chinese, and the pronunciation in Malaysia is closer to the original English pronunciation. What's more, the appearance of the Chinese name of Li Ka-shing, the richest Chinese man, all aroused their curiosity.

Maiya paid the most attention, frowning: "What is he talking about?"

Alice interpreted for everyone with a blank face, and then continued: "It's good to be honest, then tell us, what kind of Malaysia will be opened by that troublesome son Li Ka-shing."

His pupils were still dizzy, and he was still in a state of hypnosis. Ah San said dumbly, "It's not Li Ka-shing's Malaysian Club, it's a subordinate of our great triad society, the Malaysian Secret Society Party."

Alice's simultaneous translation fell at the same time.

This time, in the empty warehouse, only the sound of those men rolling all over the floor could be heard.

"... Triads?"

Ashley was the most touching. As an Italian, everyone can understand this: "It was formed by Chinese people from all over the world...one of the largest gangs in the world, that triad?"

Alice's dull voice sounded instead of Ah San: "There is nothing else except that. There must be only one Triad Society, also known as the Hongmen, which originated when the Qing Dynasty was first established in China... Are you one of them?"

There are endless legends about Chinese gangsters. Although she is a visitor in the 21st century, Alice, as an ordinary person in her previous life, at most learned a little from movies, TV series, novels and Baidu, and those are almost all fabricated. After all, even if it is a formal large enterprise, no one claims to make its information known to the world. As a top-level gangster, if it really exists, then of course it will not be a fool.

Ah San continued to say mechanically: "Taking advantage of the opening of the port, Huaji secretly established a sub-helm in Shanghai. We have just been beckoned by them, and we have only been in the club for three years."

Alice pinched her fingers, what did Shanghai look like in 1982?

Of course she doesn't know, but as a city where "Shanghai Bund" can be filmed, it is understandable that this will be the foothold of overseas Chinese gangsters.

Well, the theory is solid.

"good, very good."

Alice stood up from the ground. Of course, she did not release Ah San from the hypnotic state, but with sunglasses to cover it up, the Ji friends would not notice her discolored eyes, but would show herself... Well, very cool .

"Then young man, tell me everything you know, and I'll see if I can spare your life~"

In this way, Alice laughed and spoke Shanghai Wujia dialect that made the girls around her confused.

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