Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 309 Discrimination
The intelligence officer didn't seem surprised at all by the question Chang Ning raised; clearly, she had anticipated that Chang Ning would make a similar request.

Or rather, it would have been strange for her if Chang Ning hadn't made such a request. Although she didn't know what Chang Ning did before, based on her professional experience, the man in front of her was definitely not a good person.

When those cold eyes looked at her, she felt as if someone was pointing a gun at her from behind or a sharp knife was pressed against her carotid artery.

It was a feeling of having one's life in someone's hands. There was no doubt that the man drinking coffee in front of him was a fierce thug, a thug who would suddenly attack and kill someone at the slightest provocation.

But why did this person look at me with such surprise in their eyes just now?

It's like suddenly seeing an acquaintance in an unfamiliar place.

But she had never seen this man before.

Could it be that this person saw me during one of my missions?
That shouldn't be the case either.

This man possesses a unique blend of refined elegance and thuggish ruthlessness, and she would never overlook him if he were ever around.

After carefully recalling his memories, the intelligence officer was certain that he had never seen this man before.

What a strange man.

The intelligence officer didn't dwell on it for long. She regained her composure, took out a pen and paper from her handbag, quickly wrote down the address, and handed it to Chang Ning.

"You can get what you need from this place. Do you need me to provide you with funds?"

Actually, providing funds was not within the scope of her services, but considering that the man opposite her didn't seem very wealthy, she couldn't help but ask him about it casually.

"No need, I'll contact you again if I need anything."

After memorizing the address, Chang Ning pushed the paper back to the intelligence officer, thinking it was better to leave such things to the other party to handle.

"OK~"

Since that's what they said, the intelligence officer didn't say anything more. She made a phone call gesture to Chang Ning, then picked up her handbag and left the coffee shop.

Seeing my fellow countryman Chang Ning's loneliness in a foreign land still comforted me a little.

Even though they've crossed national borders, the main focus of their defenses is on fellow Chinese citizens.

But this wasn't a problem for Chang Ning, since he knew the intelligence officer who was in charge of liaising with him this time.

Yes, it's a one-sided acquaintance.

Chang Ning knew some information about the other party, but the other party knew nothing about Chang Ning.

You agree, right, Violet?

After finishing the warm coffee in front of her, Chang Ning decided to get up and leave.

What struck him as odd was the strange look the shop assistant gave him, as if they were wary of him skipping out on the bill.

"gentlemen."

Chang Ning's hand was already on the doorknob; with just a gentle push, he could get outside.

But just as he was about to exert force, the shop assistant stopped him.

Could it be...

Chang Ning thought of a very bad possibility, and her mood immediately worsened.

Damn it, the first person to stab us in the US was one of our own.

This immediately emptied his already meager wallet.

"Don't tell me that the girl who just went out didn't pay."

Even though she already knew the answer in her heart, Chang Ning wanted to try one more time, just in case.

"This is not."

Hearing that it wasn't what she expected, Chang Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

It felt like a fish that had been starving off the shore was now back in the water, and everyone felt much happier.

"Then why did you stop me?"

Seeing that she wasn't being asked to pay, Chang Ning's tone softened considerably.

Even though the clerk had wasted several minutes of his time, Chang Ning still showed some friendliness and patience. "I'm sorry, sir. Although that lady paid, she said you should pay the tip."

As he spoke, the shop assistant held out his hand to Chang Ning, waiting for Chang Ning to give him a tip.

Upon seeing this, Chang Ning's smile froze instantly. His mood at that moment was like receiving a late-arriving, strange-flavored bean with the smell of booger.

He admitted that his mindset was messed up by Violet's actions.

My mindset hasn't shifted yet; tipping is a custom in other countries too.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Chang Ning paid the clerk a bill and was finally able to leave the coffee shop.

Next, it was time to buy equipment; this was the free land of America!

Without any equipment, Chang Ning always felt a chill on his body, fearing that he might run into a gang fight on the street and get involved.

Before coming here, he made a point of learning about the situation in the United States.

Things like "zero-yuan purchases" seem to suggest that they've reached some kind of tacit agreement with the ruling class.

No one will interfere with zero-yuan purchases during specific time periods.

Isn't this the same as the Seven Warlords of the Sea? The ruling class granted them the legitimacy to plunder.

That's why America is so free.

It is precisely because of this national situation that we have room for maneuver in the future.

Chang Ning walked out and hailed a yellow taxi; the driver was a young Black man.

The car stereo was playing West Coast-style rap, the lyrics of which were nothing special, mostly about crime.

The Black driver, seeing that the person who got in was Asian, asked, "Korean?"

Chang Ning shook her head.

"Japanese?"

Well, isn't that an insult?

Seeing that Chang Ning's expression was off, the black driver quickly waved his hand: "OK, okay. I understand, Chinese. Chinese Kunfu, Jack Chen."

Well, this black driver was a chatterbox, but Chang Ning wasn't interested in talking to him.

Seeing that the passengers weren't very talkative, the Black driver didn't feel embarrassed and continued talking about topics related to China.

He mentioned Japan first, then South Korea, and finally China. There's a reason for this order.

People from the first two countries are more united than Chinese people in America, as seen in the famous photo of "Koreans on the Roof".

These Ansar people entered the new century and packaged themselves as civilized.

As the saying goes, the more you lack something, the more you care about it. So deep down, they still have the same kind of robber mentality of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Of course, we can't blame them. It's just that overseas Chinese are not united and are only thinking about harming their own people.

The People's Republic of China was founded, but some people, having gotten so used to kneeling, seem to have forgotten what it feels like to stand.

Even worse, they wanted to drag those who were standing down to kneel as well. When turbidity becomes the norm, being clear-headed becomes a sin.

After enduring the Black driver's nagging for about twenty minutes, Chang Ning finally arrived at her destination—the convenience store.

This is an ordinary convenience store. If you have to say what's different about it, you can only say that its storefront is a little smaller than the other stores around it.

It gives people a feeling of crampedness and confinement.

It's probably because this shop isn't a respectable place that it's like this.

Chang Ning thought to herself.

Just after Chang Ning paid the fare and tip and got out of the car, the black driver called out to Chang Ning.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, welcome to the free America."

After saying that, the Black driver even squinted his eyes upwards.