Little Life on An American Ranch

The plane landed in Johannesburg again. When Jian Heng got out of the airport, he remembered that he sold the second-hand car he got last time because he was followed by Matil, and now he no longer has any South African brand of transportation. So I had to stand on the side of the road and wait for a taxi.

After waiting for a while, Jian Heng remembered that when He Ye was about to leave, he seemed to have told him that the person who took the money would get him a car. No matter what, he should call first and ask, so he took out the car from the space. After reading the note, I found a public phone booth and dialed it.

It was a woman who answered the phone, and she still spoke English. Jian Heng asked her to find that person to answer the phone according to the note. After three to five minutes, Jian Heng put down the phone.

"Hi man!"

At this time, a black boy standing behind Jian Heng got a little impatient, reached out and patted Jian Heng, indicating whether he wanted to get in the car.

It was only then that Jian Heng realized that it was his turn to take a taxi, and the black guy behind him was obviously a little anxious to see that he would not get in the car.

"Sorry!" Jian Heng made a gesture of please, and then walked out of the line with a small bag on his back.

Sitting on the small bag, Jian Heng waited on the side of the road for someone to come and meet him.

While waiting, there was no sense of anxiety in his heart, and he completely calmed down. Jian Heng suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and the feeling of being regarded as a prey by others emerged again. He turned his head and found that he was standing by himself The young black man behind him left the team at some point, and was standing about 30 meters away from him, talking on the phone.

Jian Heng's gaze met the black young man's. After giving him a smile, he pretended to be nonchalant and turned his head back to his mobile phone, continuing to read his novel.

It wasn't obvious on the surface, but at this moment, Jian Heng's heart was full of shock: Am I being targeted by Yankees? Just looking at this black young man, Jian Heng knew that he was probably an American, and the blacks in the United States felt a little different from the blacks in other places. So Jian Heng's first thought was to be targeted by the US intelligence agency, and the feeling in his heart was naturally impossible to feel good.

In fact, Jian Heng was thinking too much. It was not the US intelligence agency that was eyeing him. He thought too much of himself. The Americans would not use their precious resources on him, a small diamond smuggler. He evaded that little tax, even if he was queuing up to catch smugglers, it was his turn to be on his head. It is estimated that there will be more than half a year if not a year.

Jian Heng was originally reading novels here, but now that he was being followed by someone, he couldn't keep reading. Finally, he pretended that the phone rang and stood up to answer it.

"Where are you?" A cold male voice came from the phone.

Three minutes after Jian Heng reported the address, a black Luge drove up to Jian Heng.

A tall and strong Chinese man got down from the driver's seat, about 1.97 meters and 98 in appearance, with a shaved head and a muscular body. He looked like the Chinese version of The Rock Johnson.

"Mr. Jane?"

Jian Heng nodded.

'Jushi' walked to the car door on this side, stretched out his hand and opened the door to signal Jian Heng to come over: "Everything you want is inside."

Jian Heng stretched out his head for a look, and found two large bags on the floor behind him, so he stepped into the car, opened the two bags, and found stacks of dollars inside, he reached out and picked up a bag. He folded it, put it in his hand and stroked it again, then nodded at the 'giant stone'.

After Jushi looked at it, he threw the key in his hand to Jian Heng: "You can deal with the car yourself when you're done using it."

Without waiting for Jian Heng to answer after speaking,

He turned around and left with strides. This guy went to the place where the taxi was waiting and didn't line up.

"Hi!" A white man at the back of the line was dissatisfied, and yelled at 'Big Rock'.

'Big Rock' turned his face away and only glanced at the white man. This young white man with a good sense of justice immediately lost his temper.

"Damn, what an arrogant guy, but I like a Chinese man like him." Jian Heng said happily to himself after seeing this scene.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the money in his car, closed the door, raised his head and put the money into the space, then got into the driving seat, moved the car directly, set up the navigation and headed towards the destination.

As the car drove out of the airport, Jian Heng felt the palpitations intensify in his heart, and the accelerator under his feet couldn't help but started to increase. When driving out of the city, there were many fewer cars on the road. While feeling palpitated, Jian Heng looked in the rearview mirror.

Jian Heng is now following his own car, not just one car, but three or four small cars following his car, not all cars or suvs, but also pickups and passenger cars.

If he didn't have the keen sense cultivated by space, Jian Heng felt that he would definitely not be able to spot the cars following him.

As time went by, two cars passed Jian Heng's Luhu and drove to the front. If they encountered a fork in the road, sometimes these cars would turn in, as if they were going to confuse Jian Heng.

"What a fucking professional!" Jian Heng said to himself.

Just now, the suv that followed him turned into a side road, and only this suv has changed two colors along the way, and the decorative strips on its body have also changed twice. It cost a lot of money.

Jian Heng had space in his hand, so he didn't care too much about these people, so he followed the normal number of roads and walked towards the destination. Jian Heng has been to this road twice, and there are several pro shops on the side of the road, but Jian Heng was afraid that it was a trap set up by others, so he didn't go in. Instead, he chose the store he had visited before, and he only went in to rest or eat something if he had a clerk in his memory.

Be careful no matter how careful Jian Heng is, it is inevitable that with the passage of time, facing the increasingly sparse pedestrians and cars on the road, sometimes it is even as desolate as Montana. One person and one car, of course, there is always a car following Jian Heng's buttocks, just to increase the distance.

When Jian Heng arrived at Joint Town, these cars stopped at the small hotel where Jian Heng lived one after another, and Jian Heng naturally watched everything through the cracks in the curtains.

Because he took the plane all the way and drove the car all the way, Jian Heng didn't say anything else, he directly lifted his feet into the space, slept for two hours, and began to wait for the dark.

Just when Jian Heng fell asleep, a dozen or so people who followed him all the way gathered in a room. This room happened to be able to see Jian Heng's room door, and one person stared at Jian Heng's room door through the cat's eye. The rest of the people got together to discuss things.

"Let's just catch him and we won't have this trouble. Leave it to me. I will make him tell how many times he wet the bed when he was a child. Why follow him like a hyena!"

A black young man of five grades and three roughs said in a buzzing voice.

"Yes, this is South Africa and not China, and it's not up to the Chinese to decide," another skinny white man said angrily.

"Shut up!"

If Jian Heng had been there, he would have been surprised to find that the one in charge of this group of people was actually a woman, and she was also a delicate looking woman.

It's a pity that Jiao Didi's woman is putting on a serious face, scaring the group of old men around her like plague chickens.

"Are you doubting Mr. Lynch's order?" the woman said in a low voice.

At this time, the black youth who was standing behind Jian Heng waiting for the rental also said: "What we want is his channel, do you understand the channel?"

Everyone stopped talking at this moment, and when their eyes made contact with the woman, they immediately shrank their heads.

"Mr. Lynch wants to know the channel of this person, and judging from Mr. White's evaluation of this person, it's best not to go to the point where he is forced, and we also hope that he will bring out the jewelry..." The woman Said.

A group of people were discussing in the room, while Jian Heng was sleeping soundly in the space. The two hours outside would take a long time in the space. In fact, he only slept for a few minutes outside, and Jian Heng was full of energy. Woke up.