Video bloggers in American comics

After scolding FBI, the three men in the warehouse drove away.

Michael went to conceive a plan, and Franklin went to seek Zhang Ming's help.

As for Trevor...

He planned to go for some drinks, find a woman, and find a place to have a good sleep. It would be great if he could meet a gangster who was not eyebrow, which would be used to beat him up and vent his anger.

Franklin drove on the streets of New York in a white sports car.

After the last action against the battle ended, Zhang Ming once told Franklin that if anything interesting happened, you can go to him.

But because time flies, Franklin forgot to ask Zhang Ming for contact information. He only remembers that Zhang Ming often goes to restaurants near Hell's Kitchen.

Franklin decided to go nearby and try his luck.

An hour later, the sports car stopped slowly, and he walked out and looked at the sign of the Roman restaurant opposite.

That's probably it, Franklin thought.

After pushing the door open, he glanced around and didn't notice Zhang Ming. He casually found a seat inside. A black waitress came over with her name on the breastplate: Patia.

"What do you want?" Patia asked.

"A cup of coffee..."

Before Franklin finished speaking, Patia said accustomedly: "It's lunch time now, today's special dishes are spicy grilled sausages and French garlic snails. I recommend you to..."

Franklin made a stop gesture, "Just a cup of coffee."

"Ok." Patia raised her eyebrows and turned around and was about to leave.

"Please wait a moment."

Franklin stopped her, "I'm looking for someone, his name is Zhang Ming, a young man in China. I heard that he often comes to this store. Do you know when he will come here?"

Patia asked vigilantly: "Who are you?"

"I'm not a bad guy, I'm acquaintance with him... I just want to ask him for a favor," Franklin explained.

Patia is a girl with a big heart. She believed Franklin's words: "I know what you said about Zhang Ming, but I usually can't touch him. He usually comes when another partner of mine changes shifts."

Patia blinked at Franklin, the meaning of the words was self-evident.

"Another partner..."

However, this gossipy look is simply playing the piano for the straight man Klin of Flanders. Patia rolled her eyes in her heart and said firmly:

"He should come later."

"Thank you, I'm waiting for him here."

At around 7 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Ming walked into the Roman restaurant. He walked straight to the bar and saw Angela who had just changed shifts. The two looked at each other and smiled.

"It's still the same as yesterday."

As soon as Zhang Ming finished speaking, the chair next to him was pulled away.

After waiting for an afternoon, Franklin finally waited for him.

Sitting next to Zhang Ming, Franklin opened his mouth and thought for a long time but didn't know where to speak.

"Brother, don't scare me. Your silence and silence look seems to be about to confess to me." Zhang Ming said with a smile.

Franklin hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said straight to the point: "I want to ask you for a favor."

As if he was afraid that Zhang Ming would refuse, he quickly added: "Of course, it's not free. I have thought about it. This can make a lot of money."

Zhang Ming did not agree or refuse, "What are you going to do, let's talk about it first."

Franklin took out the information given by FBI and pushed it to Zhang Ming, "That's it."

Zhang Ming opened the folder and there was very little information inside, with only three pages in total:

The first page is a map of downtown New York, marked with red dots at some key locations;

The second page is a photo, which can be seen as a secret photo taken from a very far place. The pixels of the photo are very low, so you can only roughly tell that there are two men. One has long hair and sunglasses and cannot see his face clearly, and the other has short hair and a baseball cap. In the photo, they are in a cafe and are having a conversation;

The third page is the narrative of the entire incident, and I wrote a whole page.

Franklin explained to Zhang Ming in the simplest words: "The undercover staff outside the FBI sent an encrypted message a few days ago, indicating that an overseas spy was sneaking into the United States.

They carried very dangerous items, hidden in D-type goods, transported to the United States, and were very likely to carry out terrorist activities in the city.

The long-haired man in the second photo is the other party's docking person. FBI suspected that he was a local D-man in New York, and the small red dot in the picture 1 is the location where the long-haired man who was fed back by the undercover feedback often appears."

Zhang Ming asked: "What dangerous thing?"

"I don't know," Franklin said.

Zhang Ming asked again: "Which country's spy?"

"I don't know," Franklin said.

Zhang Ming finally asked: "Where are these red dots?"

Franklin finally didn't know anything. He was studying these red dots all afternoon, opening Google Maps, he pointed at Zhang Ming one by one.

"Most of the places in the red dots are high-consumption places such as nightclubs, and this long-haired man is a good person who is not short of money."

"Of course, the dealer has money." Zhang Ming said.

Zhang Ming observed the long-haired man in the photo. Even with blurry pixels, he could tell that this was a handsome man with slender and powerful fingers...

“This is a hand that is suitable for a knife.”

"Hmm?" Franklin thought the hotel was poisonous, and he could speak strangely.

"Intuition tells me that he is a master of swords, a real master."

Franklin nodded blankly, he didn't notice that Zhang Ming quietly glanced at the third-view camera.

Zhang Ming talked so much nonsense, of course not to show off, but to show effect. After finally having material filming, he had to lay the groundwork and render the atmosphere.

As for the difficulty of being a "master"...

Is he taller?

Zhang Ming has already expanded after the video became popular.

Use Ai Generator to generate 1024v voltage, nearly 20 edits, and more than 800 barrage!

When Hulk admitted defeat, Brother Hammer did not come, and Tieman and Captain America were both his good friends, Zhang Ming felt that he could walk sideways in New York.

I've beaten up all my hatred, but I'm still afraid of an ordinary D-man?

At this time Angela came over and served Zhang Ming the meal: pasta, a small piece of bread, a piece of pudding, and...

"Milk? I should order coffee." Zhang Ming said.

Angela nodded and said, "Yes, but you need this more than coffee. You shouldn't keep staying up late, look in the mirror and look at your dark circles."

After Angela finished speaking, she ignored Zhang Ming's complaints and continued to serve other guests.

Franklin looked at Angela, then Zhang Ming, and finally understood what Patia meant, "She is a good girl."

"Of course, if she didn't always treat me as a child, I would think it would be even better." Zhang Ming took a sip of milk, "I'll summarize the information just now."

"First of all, our goal is to find spies and so-called dangerous goods."

"And we have a photo of the target docking person in our hands... Is there a name? Well, there is no name, and it needs to be investigated later. But this should not be difficult. After all, he can be a D-man, so he should still have this popularity."

"Next, in my complete outsider's opinion, I found the D-man in the photo, asked for the shipping address of the goods, and then drove over and removed the target and dangerous goods in one fell swoop."

Zhang Ming put the fork into the pasta and stirred it around, and finally asked, "What do you think?"

"Uh...I agree with your idea." Franklin said: "To be honest, I came to you and thought the opponent's firepower should be very strong, and it can only be achieved by relying on your combat power."

Zhang Ming spread his hands and said, "Look, this is very strange. We two outsiders who don't understand criminal investigation and tracking can come up with solutions. Will FBI experts not think of it?

With the size of FBI, it is impossible to worry about insufficient firepower. You said that you have such a good opportunity to make meritorious contributions, why did FBI let you take action?"

Franklin couldn't speak anymore.

Because Trevor and Michael cursed like this just now, while the two old fried dough sticks learned about the task, they knew that this was definitely a hot potato. There were so many shitty things hidden behind the seemingly simple task.

"What should we do now?" Franklin asked.

"When I finish my meal, I will talk to this handsome guy with long hair." Zhang Ming said and took a big mouthful of noodles.

"Didn't you say there will be hidden information later?"

"Yes, but I'm not afraid of things. Besides, only the story is interesting if there is hidden information." said Zhang Mingchao's invisible camera in the air.