A swift and decisive victory in the early stages, a post-apocalyptic survival story in America!

Li Qi looked at the Toyota sedan in the rearview mirror, pondering a solution.

If I'm not mistaken, Harry should be in the car. That kid's greedy; he actually wants to take care of me, this potential "professional assassin," all by himself...

Li Qi was somewhat impressed by Harry's audacity.

As dusk settled, Li Qi glanced at his sports watch. After spending the afternoon driving, it was almost time. He then drove the Impala away from the main road.

After making a right-angle turn, the impala immediately accelerated in a straight line, then turned into a small alley on the side of the road and stopped there.

After parking the car, Li Qi got out and lay in ambush by the roadside.

With the help of Samsung's disguise skills, Li Qi cleverly utilizes the interplay of light and shadow at night and the blind spots of the human eye to blend into his surroundings.

The sound of tires rolling over the gravel road could be heard, and then a silver-gray Toyota Corolla slowly stopped not far behind the Impala.

A robust white man, his right hand tucked into the hem of his coat, carefully got out of the car. After confirming that no one was around, he bent down and quickly approached the impala.

Li Qi could see very clearly that the white man was not Harry Brandt.

He was equally tall and strong, and his tactical movements with a gun were also very standard, but he was clearly not Harry.

The man was very alert. After confirming that no one was around, he pulled his right hand out of his coat and held a fine Luger-Security 6 revolver, aiming it at the driver's seat of the impala.

After searching the vehicle and confirming that no one was inside, the man breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out tools from his pocket, and prepared to pry open the car lock.

He was so focused that he didn't notice the black Beretta M92F pistol protruding from the shadows of the house.

With a soft "click," the driver's side door of the Impala opened.

The man opened the car door, and as the door turned, he saw the dark pistol reflected in the car window mirror.

The man's hand trembled, and he was about to turn around.

"Quiet! Baby! Quiet!" Li Qi aimed at the back of the person's head: "Don't be impulsive, buddy. Stand there quietly, don't make me kill you!"

In the reflection of the car window, the man's expression changed drastically in an instant, and he immediately raised his hands, realizing the situation: "Sir, please don't misunderstand, I—"

"Did Harry Brandt arrange for you to follow me?" Richie asked, holding his pistol at a safe distance.

"Yes...yes..." the man said, his voice trembling slightly.

"What's your relationship with Harry?"

"We are cousins..."

"What is Harry's plan?"

"I...I don't know. He just told me to follow you and report your movements. He didn't say...he didn't say anything about any plans."

Li Qi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. Now, give me a reason not to kill you!"

The man hurriedly said, "Sir, I was only following you under orders from Harry. I had no intention of harming you. Please, for I meant no harm, don't kill me..."

Li Qi was silent for a moment, then said softly, "You're right. My enemy is Harry, not you. I can let you go, but you have to do something for me."

"Tell me! Just tell me what to do! I will do it!" Faced with life and death, the man was extremely cooperative.

"I need you to act out a play for me, understand?"

"No problem, my acting is very good!" The man breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat relieved that he had been persuaded so easily.

This guy wasn't as scary as Harry made him out to be; he was just an idiot who was easily fooled by Harry's words.

"That's good, you drive!" Li Qi said kindly, carefully stepping forward and taking the revolver from Harry's waistband. "Get in the car, enter Harry's address into the phone's navigation, and we'll go find Harry."

"Okay, okay! No problem! Here it is—"

With a muffled "thud," Li Qi suddenly pulled the trigger. The muzzle of the Beretta M92F pistol, fitted with a black silencer, flashed, and a 9mm bullet entered the man's left temple, piercing his somewhat obese head.

A spray of red and white blood mist splattered on the sun visor on the passenger side, a gruesome sight.

After tidying up the car-breaking tools brought by the visitor, Harry tucked an 8-inch Colt Python revolver into his right hand, placed the prepared bullets on the passenger seat, and arranged everything, Li Qi took out his phone and took a few photos.

After putting away the python revolver and locking the car, Li Qi got into the Toyota Corolla that the man had driven, reversed and drove away. After driving two blocks, he parked the car and walked back to the dark alley where the impala had stayed.

Li Qi sat in the shadows of the corner where he had been sitting, waiting.

The veterinarian's house is not far away across the street.

Around 11 o'clock, a dilapidated Skoda came into view.

The car stopped in front of the veterinarian's house, and two men got out.

Both men were clearly intoxicated; they walked unsteadily and spoke in somewhat noisy voices.

"Woof woof woof!" The sound of dogs barking rang out in the veterinarian's home.

"Oh, darling, Bart can't wait. Did you forget to feed him before you left?" The man accompanying Roger Stern approached Roger Stern, behaving intimately.

"Quiet, my darling, don't disturb the neighbors, they'll complain!"

"Ha! Who would dare offend you? You're the sweetheart of both the Crippled Gang and the Blood Gang!"

"Shut up!" Roger shoved his companion speechlessly, and the two went inside together.

The room lights came on.

The streets were deserted; there wasn't a single person in sight.

Li Qi walked out of the dark alley, climbed over the wall, and arrived at the backyard.

Inside the room, Bart, who had been starving all day, was frantically eating the food his owner had brought back when he suddenly turned around and looked toward the back door.

Roger, drunk, was getting intimate with his boyfriend on the sofa, unaware of his dog's unusual behavior.

Bart gave a low, wary groan and assumed a fighting stance.

The back door of the house opened gently, and an 8-inch Colt Python revolver appeared in the doorway. Behind the pistol was Li Qi, whose head was covered by a hood, with only his eyes, nose and mouth showing.

Bart instinctively sensed fear and looked up, barking.

"Shh!" Li Qichong gestured for his hunting dog to be quiet.

But Bart clearly wouldn't listen to him; this was a loyal hound, and it immediately growled softly, ready to fight at any moment.

A drunken Roger sensed something was wrong, shoved his boyfriend away, and rushed toward the cabinet next to him.

Li Qi held the pistol, his figure frozen like a statue, silent, exuding a murderous aura.

"Honey, what's wrong...?"

"Shut up! You idiot!" Roger slapped his boyfriend across the face, knocking him unconscious, and then looked at Li Qi.

Bart was instinctively afraid and dared not rush forward, only letting out low growls.

"Go back to your room, Bart!" Roger protected his boyfriend and their dog, but forgot about himself.

"What do you want? I have money in my safe upstairs! I'll give you everything! Don't kill me!" Roger chased the dog back into the room, raising his hands with a submissive expression.

Li Qi glanced at his partner, who had been knocked unconscious by Roger himself, and couldn't help but feel admiration.

If Roger hadn't knocked him unconscious, the first bullet would have hit this clueless guy right in the head.

A beating is a sign of affection, a scolding is a sign of love!

"You don't remember me, do you?" Li Qi waved the 8-inch Colt Python in his hand, mimicking his tone from that day, and said, "Remember this gun?"

Roger's pupils contracted: "It's...it's you? My God! It's only been a few days, wow! You...you've become so beautiful!"

Li Qi was speechless. "I'm wearing a hood, how did you know?"