Tom Cat breaks through the dimensional wall.

There was inquiry and curiosity in their eyes. Some of them held a book in their hands and whispered with their companions while looking at Jackie Chan.

This kind of thing happened so often that Jackie Chan always felt something was wrong.

Especially after he returned to Hong Kong, he met two high school girls who came to him to ask for his autograph. Jackie Chan's feeling that something was wrong was immediately pushed to the peak!

The first thing that Jackie Chan thought of was Tom's cat.

If we were to say where the problem could occur, it would most likely be with Tom.

Jackie Chan was very afraid that Tang Mu would do something weird while he was away from home.

So when I thought of this, I immediately quickened my pace and rushed home.

On the other side, Xiaoyu learned from her father that Jackie Chan was on the flight returning today.

She also had something to discuss with Jackie Chan, so she specifically asked Tang Mu to come and pick her up at the airport gate.

When Xiaoyu saw Jackie Chan's familiar big nose coming out of the airport, she immediately wanted to say hello.

But at this moment something strange happened.

Just after leaving the airport, Jackie Chan was planning to take a taxi home.

The taxi had just stopped in front of Jackie Chan when two men in black who were passing by him suddenly jumped up!

One person hugged Jackie Chan tightly to prevent him from struggling.

The other person covered Jackie Chan's mouth and nose with a handkerchief sprayed with sleeping pills.

This special drug takes effect quickly.

Jackie Chan only had time to open his eyes wide, and before he could react, his eyes quickly rolled back and he passed out.

The two sturdy men in black also moved very quickly.

Just after knocking Jackie Chan unconscious, one person lifted his legs, and the other lifted his upper body, and quickly carried Jackie Chan to a van parked nearby.

When the people in the van saw them coming, they immediately opened the door.

After the men in black carried Jackie Chan into the car, they also got in and left.

The action is completed in one go!

"grumble--!"

The van's wheels spun rapidly on the ground for a few circles, making a harsh friction sound, then it took off, and the rear of the van twisted and turned as it rushed into the traffic, and no one knew where it was going.

The taxi driver who was just stopped by Jackie Chan was also dumbfounded.

He had never seen such a situation.

"Hey! Let's take a big movie!" The taxi driver leaned his upper body out of the window and shouted at the van that was going away.

"Flop! What bad luck!"

Seeing the passenger in front of him being kidnapped, the taxi driver couldn't help but curse in annoyance!

"dong dong"

At this moment, the driver who had just sat back in the driver's seat heard two knocks on the car door.

I turned my head and looked out the car window, but there was no one there.

"dong dong"

Just as the driver was frowning, there were two more knocks on the door.

Now the driver heard it clearly and found that the sound came from a low position.

It wasn’t that I saw a ghost in broad daylight, but the person knocking on the door was short.

Thinking so, the driver leaned out of the window again and saw a little girl and a big cat standing outside his car door.

"Master! Please follow the van in front!"

Xiaoyu yelled, and immediately went around to the other side of the car, opened the passenger door, and jumped into the passenger seat with Tang Mu.

The driver opened his mouth and wanted to say that cats cannot sit in the passenger seat, and it would not be safe for the two of them to squeeze in the passenger seat.

But the big cat suddenly took out a stack of money and slapped it on the driver's hand. The driver put away all his dissatisfaction and his attitude immediately improved by hundreds of times.

"Fasten your seat belts, we're off now."

The driver shook his sparse bangs, and a trace of serious handsomeness appeared on the face of the middle-aged Mediterranean man. He quickly changed gears and turned the steering wheel to catch up with the van that had run some distance ahead.

In the van in front, Jackie Chan was lying unconscious in the car.

A tall, bald white man wearing a windbreaker was squatting in front of Jackie Chan, looking at this old friend whom he hadn't seen for a while.

Taking out a bottle of spray, the bald man sprayed the unconscious Jackie Chan twice.

Jackie Chan, who was still unconscious, suddenly woke up slowly.

Jackie Chan, who had just woken up, looked a little confused when he saw the bald white man in front of him, with a silly expression on his face.

"you are?"

"It's me, Jackie Chan."

The bald white man half-knelt in front of Jackie Chan, supporting his knee with one hand and waving the other hand with five fingers spread out in front of Jackie Chan.

"Can you count how many fingers there are here?"

Jackie Chan stared at his finger in front of him stupidly for a while, then his eyes immediately became cross-eyed and he laughed stupidly: "Hey, there are so many stars."

"Hmm..." Seeing this, the bald white man scratched his head in distress and said, "It seems that the dosage of the drug was a bit too much."

As he said that, he sprayed Jackie Chan's face twice.

After waiting for a few seconds, Jackie Chan, who was still a little confused, gradually came to his senses.

After he saw the person in front of him clearly, he widened his eyes in confusion: "Blake? Why are you here?"

"Hello, old friend, I need your help."

The bald white man, Sheriff Black, waved his hand expressionlessly.

Jackie Chan didn't care about that. He just knew that he had seen an old friend again. He shouted happily, sat up and hugged Blake tightly: "Wow! Blake! We haven't seen each other for a long time. You have been silent for six years. How come you suddenly come to Hong Kong?"

Jackie Chan rubbed his still aching head and pointed at the two men in black beside Blake, asking, "So they are your followers, right?"

"I'm sorry, Jackie Chan, this is business, we have to do this."

Blake raised an eyebrow, still not expecting Jackie Chan to have such a reaction after waking up.

After hearing what Blake said, Jackie Chan reacted immediately. He stared at Blake in front of him and said angrily, "Did your people knock me out? Blake, why did you do this? I thought we were friends."

"We are friends, Jackie Chan, but where we are going needs to be kept secret, so this is the only way."

Blake shook his head.

"Oh my God, what happened recently? Why have all my old friends become like this, including you and William."

Jackie Chan scratched his head in distress.

William is still having tea with the relevant departments in the inland.

More than ten days ago, when Jackie Chan brought people from the museum and the armed police into the Tiangong Mausoleum, they saw him digging for celestial star gems there.

Everything in the mausoleum is national property.

Of course, it cannot be excavated at will by private individuals.

Even if William had more reasons.

What's more, no one can touch the Tianxing Gem, an important resource that can even change a country's national strength.

Because of this, it was no surprise that William was taken away by the relevant departments.

Although Jackie Chan felt sad about what happened to his good friend, there was nothing he could do about the situation.

I just hope he can change his paranoid temper in there, and start a new life after he gets out.

Jackie Chan was already a little upset about what happened with William.

As a result, his old friend Blake, whom he hadn't seen for six years, knocked him out as soon as he came up. These two things combined made Jackie Chan feel even more uncomfortable.

"Jackie, I'm sorry. But I hope you can understand that you are the only person I know who is best suited to help."

Blake spread his hands.

Jackie Chan frowned, looked at Blake in front of him, and asked, "How can I help? I'm just an archaeologist, and you're an Interpol officer."

"I am no longer with Interpol. I have been transferred to District 13. I am now just a deputy district chief in charge of the operations team."

Blake looked at Jackie Chan in front of him seriously and said, "I really need your help. Your expertise and abilities are very compatible with our District 13."

"If possible, I hope you can join us as a consultant."

Although Blake looked sincere, Jackie Chan still shook his head firmly. He was not interested in either Interpol or District 13.

If Blake had been missing for six years and appeared just to tell him this, he would probably be disappointed.

Jackie Chan shook his head firmly and refused, "No, Blake, I'm just an archaeologist and don't want to join those weird organizations. Stop the car, I want to get off."

As he spoke, Jackie Chan stood up.

The interior space of this van is also large enough.

Jackie Chan couldn't even touch his head when he stood up.

"Jackie Chan, don't be so quick to refuse. We are almost at District 13. Why don't you go with us to District 13 first? In fact, the things we want to ask you to do are similar to your usual work, just like what you did when you were in Disha and Chang'an."

"You can do your job, help us, and get a good consulting salary. Why not do it?"

When Blake saw Jackie Chan stand up, he also stood up and continued to persuade him earnestly.

Jackie Chan originally planned to open the car door and jump out.

Hearing Blake's words, he stopped moving, turned around, and looked at Blake with some confusion and anger: "How do you know I went to Disha and Chang'an? Did you investigate me?"

Hearing this, Blake and his two men were stunned for a moment and looked at each other, as if they did not expect Jackie Chan to say this.

Scratching his big bald head, Blake took out a book from the inside of his windbreaker and handed it to Jackie Chan, saying, "I didn't investigate you. This matter is not just known to me, but to everyone in the world."

The whole world knows about this?!

So exaggerated? !

Jackie Chan suddenly remembered the way many people looked at him on his way back, and he suddenly had a very bad feeling.

He was just about to go home to see if Tom's cat was causing trouble again.

Now looking at the book handed over by Blake, Jackie Chan is 100% sure that this was definitely Tom's doing!

On the cover of the book, Tom's name was clearly written in the author column.

Jackie Chan took the book handed to him by Blake and quickly flipped through it. Looking at the content and his own photo illustrations, he suddenly felt a headache again.

Although he did not have time to read the entire book in detail, Jackie Chan roughly flipped through a passage, which actually described in detail the complex emotions between himself and the little snake, and his love for Yu Shu that spanned thousands of years.

This alone is enough to give Jackie Chan a headache.

God have mercy on him, he has nothing to do with that bandit!

Now that Tom has written this, what if people misunderstand me?

No, this will definitely be misunderstood!

And according to Blake, the book has been sold worldwide.

In other words, this book has been read by many people.

This made Jackie Chan feel that his life was bleak.

After flipping through the book to the end, Jackie Chan discovered that when Tom was writing the book, he deliberately concealed the story of the eight demons. In his writing, Zhulan became an unknown creature living in an ancient tomb.

The last part of the novel is the plot of the battle between Jackie Chan and Zhu Lan.

Good guy!

The plot, the writing style, and the description of the fighting scenes are all really wonderful, even if Jackie Chan doesn't want to admit it.

But the problem is, I have never fought with Zhulan before...

Didn’t Zhu Lan die of frustration?

Jackie Chan sighed deeply and closed the novel helplessly.