People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"No problem, beautiful Asian lady." Rafe Gobel moved his fat body and stood up with difficulty. "Your eyes are as beautiful as stars."

"You two both know the price, right? $10. This price includes some post-processing work. The Gambino family hasn't raised the price; everything remains at the original price."

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows and took a step forward to prepare for action.

Chiba Iori quickly took two steps forward and threw a card in front of Rafe Gobert.

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment." Raf Gobert inserted the card into the POS machine with a smile.

A 'ding' sound.

A receipt was printed out.

"What a pleasant customer!" Rafe Gobert picked up the card with difficulty and handed it back to Chiba Iori. He was already out of breath after these few movements.

"Since this lady even has a North American bank card, then... this gentleman must be the one applying for one." He glanced at Fang Zuo and said, "Sir, please go to the next room to take a photo and then wait..."

Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori looked at each other and walked out the door.

In the next room.

A white guy in a jersey was playing a PlayStation game. When he saw the two people come in, he quickly put his controller aside and asked, "Who wants ID?"

Fang Zuo pointed at himself.

"Please sit down." The white man pointed to a stool against the white wall.

Then he took out a camera from the table and walked in front of Fang Zuo.

"Sir, please raise your head a little, okay, don't move, just like that..."

Click click click.

After taking a bunch of photos, he said, "You two guests just need to go next door to get your ID."

Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori came next door.

An obese black woman was working at the desk.

He looked up at Fang Zuo and the other two who came in.

He took the color-printed photo from the printer beside him and placed it on the table.

He took out the steel seal and stamped it neatly.

Then put it in the sealing machine.

Soon a certificate was produced.

"Please take your IDs, both of you." The black woman pushed her IDs to the side of the table.

at the same time.

There was also an A4 paper under the document.

She said in a deep voice, "Here are the detailed instructions. Please be sure to take a look. Welcome to visit us next time."

Fang Zuo held the ID in his hand.

It's a California driver's license.

It has all the anti-counterfeiting features and steel stamps.

And there were a few lines of instructions written on that A4 paper.

It explains in detail what can be used and what cannot be used, what to do if something goes wrong, and even indicates the approximate amount to be settled after something goes wrong.

Fang Zuo walked to the door with Chiba Iori holding his driver's license.

The speed of handling this time was beyond their imagination.

Fang Zuo was ready to kill them one by one.

Kill until someone handles it.

And in Chiba Iori's imagination.

In order to prevent Fang Zuo from killing another group of guys and attracting the attention of all forces in California.

She also used the authority of the highest security department in the United States to expedite the application for a new bank card for herself.

But she was very surprised by the speed with which the Gambino family handled the matter.

"These gangsters should go to the U.S. government." Chiba Iori said sarcastically, "Their efficiency is ten thousand times higher than that of the U.S. government."

"You know, it usually takes several months to get a driver's license in the United States."

Chiba Iori lifted her long hair and saw Fang Zuo frowning and standing beside her without moving or speaking, as if he was sensing something.

"What's wrong?" Chiba Iori asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Or did you not satisfy that slut you fucked yesterday?"

Fang Zuo was stunned and turned to look at Chiba Iori.

"Don't think I don't know. I could smell the pungent smell of that Korean woman the moment I saw you." Chiba Iori waved his hand. "Don't worry, I won't tell Momoko. It's normal for men to have casual affairs. Just don't bring it back to Japan."

"Be careful, don't let Taozi find out."

These women have a keen perception in this regard that is comparable to that of a Nascent Soul, which has made Fang Zuo somewhat accustomed to it.

He looked away and didn't answer.

He still frowned and looked at the driver's license in his hand over and over again.

"What's going on?" Chiba Iori found something wrong.

"It's useless..." Fang Zuo shook his head.

This fake driver's license is so forged that it looks like the real thing.

The instruction sheet also stated that one could take a plane and handle most business.

But the most critical role did not appear.

He was unable to gain the recognition of Heaven and recover to the Nascent Soul stage.

"Can it be used?" Chiba Iori was stunned: "Don't worry, unless a high-level department like the CIA is investigating you, ordinary police officers can do it."

"These mafia families have already bribed most state government departments and have already taken control of common databases."

"It's useless to me. My body hasn't recovered yet." Fang Zuo shook his head. "It seems I must obtain official identification from the US government."

"This is a bit troublesome." Chiba Iori said in embarrassment.

"Is there no way?" Fang Zuo frowned.

I was used to having those women around me in Tokyo, but when I came to the United States, I found that there was no one in the government, which was really troublesome.

"Yes, there is a way." Chiba Iori said, "Wouldn't it be easy for Free America to handle this?"

"If it were before, I could just give you a persecuted identity, but after President Trump came to power, he tightened this path."

“I even fired people from several departments…”

"Another way is to take you to the black market. There are many forces and methods there..."

"It's just..." Chiba Iori pouted shyly: "I may not have enough money..."

"Is my card valid?" Fang Zuo took out the black card given to him by the Mitsui Group.

"How much is in this?" Chiba Iori looked at the Japanese bank card and didn't recognize it.

"I don't know." Fang Zuo shook his head. "Probably hundreds of millions of dollars."

"How much?" Chiba Iori's beautiful eyes widened when she heard this.

Her little hands were tossing and catching the cards one by one.

Hearing this, his whole body trembled, and he quickly caught the card thrown in the air with both hands.

Hold it tightly for fear of dropping it on the ground.

"You must be talking about the Japanese yen, right?" Chiba Iori asked again in disbelief.

"US dollars." Fang Zuo said again with certainty: "Is it enough?"

"That's enough, that's enough." Chiba Iori slapped Fang Zuo on the butt: "I didn't realize you were a rich man. Taozi has really good taste."

"Once it's done, the money inside will be given to you." Fang Zuo waved his hand.

"Ah!! I finally understand why Taozi loves you..." Chiba Iori hugged Fang Zuo's head and kissed him hard.

"Are you short of money?" Fang Zuo looked at Chiba Iori's happy expression.

I don't usually see that he is a money slave.

"Who doesn't need money?" Chiba Iori carefully put the card into his work clothes.

"Let's go to the Rift Corridor." Chiba Iori jumped onto the driver's seat of the car.

"What place is that?" Fang Zuo opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

"It's the black market of various forces in North America and even around the world." Chiba Iori said, "There's nothing you can't buy. As long as you can afford the price, you'll find out when you go there."

As she said that, she stepped hard on the accelerator.

The old convertible roared toward West Los Angeles.

We drove quickly for about 20 minutes from the outer interstate highway.

Chiba Iori brought Fang Zuo to a huge abandoned construction site and stopped.

"We're here, get out." Chiba Iori parked the car under a hidden unfinished bridge pier.

Fang Zuoze walked to a large construction project sign and stood in front of it.

There are dozens of lines of English written on it.

【Los Angeles Union Station Project】

【Four-in-one project of subway, airport, train and port】

Then the project description is written in detail below.

Inside the rusted construction fence that stretches for several kilometers.

Thousands of large containers are placed there.

Covered with all kinds of graffiti.

The exposed reinforced concrete structure crisscrosses the landscape.

Due to heavy rain during the construction suspension, some beams and columns were eroded, and the steel bars rusted to a reddish-brown color, with sea salt crystals attached to the surface.

The unfinished tunnel portal was half-cast, the concrete formwork had not been removed, and the exposed steel bars were bent into a jagged shape.

A warning sign is hung above the tunnel entrance: "The structure is dangerous and may collapse at any time! - Sealed by the Municipal Bureau."

The ground was littered with rusty rebar and abandoned mixer trucks, with hardened concrete blocks still remaining in the truck beds.

"This is the world's largest black market," Chiba Iori said as he parked his car and walked over. "This is a project abandoned decades ago. It's centered around the underground project at Los Angeles Union Station and extends east and west to the abandoned missile silos in the San Fernando Valley and the San Pedro Harbor underwater tunnel."

"Due to government budget cuts, the project was left unfinished and has become a semi-permanent concrete ruin. Now, a large part of the vast underground space is used as a black market."

"All the supernatural forces, big and small, from around the world have their bases there."

"This place is also called the Rift Corridor."

Chiba Iori walked up to a seemingly abandoned concrete mixer.

He tapped the blender rhythmically.

The blender suddenly made a loud roar.

"Let's go." Chiba Iori took the lead and walked into the abandoned tunnel.

The huge and dim tunnel echoed with the footsteps of the two people.

It was so quiet that even the sound of dripping water could be heard.

Walked a while.

Arrived in front of dozens of deep well elevators.

Chiba Iori took Fang Zuo's arm and stood on one of the deep well elevators.

Then I pressed the red button rhythmically.