America: The Gear-Up Detective

After that, the agent, Michael, showed Rod a few more houses.

But after thinking it over, Rod still felt that the first set was the best.

So in the end, they decided to rent the first apartment for $2099 a month.

It was noon, still in Chinatown.

A Sichuan restaurant.

Rod ordered a few dishes and a drink in fluent Chinese, then looked at Liu Qingxi, who was resting her chin on her hand.

She took off the hat she had been wearing all morning. Her hair was close to her scalp, but it didn't look greasy at all. Instead, it accentuated her excellent, rounded skull shape.

"Do you like Chinese food that much?" Liu Qingxi asked softly.

Rod nodded, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes before disappearing in an instant, and said, "My dad is of Chinese descent, and I've basically eaten Chinese food all my life. When I was little, I got tired of hamburgers, pasta, steak, and the like, and I would clamor for Chinese food."

It seems like they have all kinds of Chinese food, whether you want something mild, spicy, or fried...

Liu Qingxi nodded, a smile appearing on her face that she hadn't shown in a long time.

Before long, several dishes were served, and the two began to chat and eat in a pleasant atmosphere.

......

at the same time.

San Pedro Bay is located about 40 kilometers south of downtown Los Angeles.

This is the busiest seaport in the Western Hemisphere and has been the number one container port in the United States since 2000, known as "America's Port".

With a land area of ​​7,500 acres, the port handles more than 10.3 million TEUs annually.

In a corner on the northwest side of the port, which is almost outside the jurisdiction of San Pedro Bay.

Dozens of slightly damaged shipping containers are piled up here, and traces of daily life can still be seen near some of the scattered containers.

In front of one of the red containers.

A black man with a Glock pistol tucked into his waistband was leaning casually against the container door.

Inside the container.

This area has been carefully arranged into a warehouse, with several light bulbs fixed to the top of the containers for lighting inside.

A portable tool table was placed by the door, on which sat a dark yellow Glock pistol and a few scattered boxes of 9mm ammunition.

There were two thick mattresses at the back, used as a place to rest. Not far from the mattresses, there was a loose black hiking backpack and two suitcases.

On the large mattress.

Queenie Ward lay naked and helpless in the center of the mattress, her arms wrapped around her chest, her body still trembling slightly.

Not far away, Darian Weaver, who was also naked, wiped the sweat off his body with a towel, then forcefully threw the wet towel at Queenie Ward.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed in the container, followed by a sliver of blood appearing on Queenie's dark thigh.

Darian wasn't satisfied yet, so he shook her a couple more times, then grabbed Queenie's hair and asked fiercely, "Who was that little black guy from last night? When did you two meet?"

"Have you been having an affair behind my back all this time?!"

Queenie, trembling from the beating, opened her eyes and looked at Darian Weaver, who was standing right in front of her. Her voice hoarse, she whispered with all her might, "NO! NO! We just met at the bar last night!"

After a pause, Queenie recalled the police badge that Jackson had revealed when he took off his clothes last night. For some inexplicable reason, she didn't speak, but instead pleaded, "I don't know what he does, please let me go!"

Darian slammed Queenie onto the bed, then pulled out a thick rope from somewhere and tied her hands and feet. After getting dressed, he turned and walked out of the container.

Outside the door, the black henchman leaning against the shipping container straightened up as Darian walked out. "Boss."

Darian nodded, patting the black henchman on the shoulder. "Is someone watching that little black guy?"

The underling nodded. "I've been keeping an eye on him all morning, but he hasn't left the house. Boss, should we tie him up?"

"Keep an eye on him. When he comes out, get your brothers to take action. Remember not to be too conspicuous. Find a secluded place to make your move."

In the past two weeks, LAPD has gone crazy, finding fault everywhere.

"It's all that idiot's fault, the Crippled Gang! Why did he have to go to the police station and cause trouble?"

......

Chinatown.

Luo De and Liu Qingxi spent almost an hour eating together, mostly chatting.

Stepping out of the restaurant, Rod suddenly realized that there seemed to be nothing left to do.

After thinking for a moment, he asked Liu Qingxi, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Hmm...no classes today, why?"

"Didn't I say I was going to teach you some self-defense skills? Last time I was interrupted because I was buying a gift for my grandfather."

We happen to have some free time now, so I'll teach you.

The main reason was that Luo De was worried that Liu Qingxi would overthink things after she went back. He thought it would be better for her to work up a sweat at the gym, and then go to sleep when she got back, so she wouldn't have the energy to overthink.

Liu Qingxi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "You still remember?"

"I won't forget what I promised." Actually, he had forgotten several times already, and if he hadn't had nothing else to do this time, Rhodes wouldn't have remembered either.

As Rod spoke, he opened the passenger door. "Let's go, to the same gym we were planning to go to last time."

Liu Qingxi got into the car and then realized, "But we just finished eating, it's not a good time to start exercising right away, and my clothes aren't quite right either..."

"It's okay, it will be mostly digested by the time we get there."

As for the clothes, I'll just teach you some simple techniques and power-generating movements this time. I'll teach you the proper techniques next time I have more time.

Liu Qingxi nodded and gave a soft "hmm".

The car drove out of Chinatown. It was noon, and the scorching sun shone through the car window, falling on Liu Qingxi's profile. Although she didn't speak, Rod could sense that after the meal, her mood was no longer so tense.

More than half an hour later.

Achilles Gym, second floor boxing ring.

Perhaps because it's a weekday and lunchtime, there weren't many people in the gym.

Rod led Liu Qingxi to a boxing ring in a corner.

Liu Qingxi took off her shoes, stepped onto the soft mat of the boxing ring, and bounced lightly.

"Have you ever trained in any combat sports or boxing before?" Rod asked.

Liu Qingxi thought for a moment, scratched her head, and replied somewhat embarrassedly, "I practiced Tai Chi in PE class during my undergraduate years...does that count?"

Rod's lips twitched. If he hadn't transmigrated and experienced Tai Chi classes taught by university professors in China, and knew what it was all about, a proper American would inevitably show surprise upon hearing Liu Qingxi talk about Tai Chi.

"Ahem, forget about your Tai Chi." Rod walked to her side and patted Liu Qingxi's shoulder. "Today I'll teach you a move: how to break free if someone grabs your wrist from the front."

During the last police station shooting, Rod upgraded [Police Grappling Lv2] to [Military Combat Lv3 (63/3000)], which was more than enough to teach some simple techniques.

Rod gently grasped Liu Qingxi's fair wrist: "Come on, try to break free."

Liu Qingxi pulled twice with all her might, but couldn't budge it.

Luo De loosened his grip and began explaining how to break free: "Turn your thumb toward the opponent's web of thumb, retract your elbow, and lower your center of gravity at the same time."

After practicing for half an hour, Liu Qingxi seemed to get a little hot, so she took off her white shirt.

Rod looked at Liu Qingxi, who was wearing only a light green tank top. Her waist was slender and delicate, and her full breasts rose and fell slightly.

"She seems to be a size smaller than Leila?"