Rebirth of American Cultivation

The police car quickly braked, and a black policeman got out of the car, reached out and pulled out the pistol on his waist, and walked over to the motorcyclist who was rolling on the ground a few times.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, after seeing the car accident, they immediately scattered everywhere and hurriedly fled the scene, which is very different from the country, the Chinese people will come around to rescue the injured after seeing the car accident, and the people of the United States are different, they are afraid that they will be affected, and they have no mind to see the excitement, and they will basically stay away.

Wei Heping will naturally dodge and run away with the others, killing one of the unlucky ones today, and then killing them all when he has the opportunity.

When passing by a grocery store, he went in and bought an iron nail three catties and an inch long, which was his secret weapon from now on, and he could directly punch the iron nail into the opponent's head.

It is easy to leave traces on a snowy day, and Wei Heping decided to wait for the snow to stop before destroying the Devil Party, and he will definitely not let them spend this year.

Wei Heping would go to the Rifle Hotel to eat every day, and Li Laifu saw that he had nothing to do all day long, and persuaded him several times.

"Peace! If you don't do anything every day, you'll sit and eat nothing, and I think you can change the medicine shelves in the medical hall into shelves and open a grocery store!

Li Laifu's words made Wei Heping feel a trace of warmth, everyone is Chinese, and they don't want to see him destitute, after all, it is not easy to cross the ocean to come here to make a living.

"I'm doing business with my fellow villagers, and now it's cold, I'm coming back, and after the spring next year, I'll leave again, don't worry, Uncle Fu, I'm going to do a big business and make a lot of money."

"I see! That's why I'm talking, as long as you can support yourself, and if you're lucky enough to do business, you'll definitely be able to make money." Li Laifu was skeptical of Wei Heping's words, after all, Wei Heping used to be a gang member, and now he suddenly changed his career to business, he didn't believe it, but as a fellow countryman, he said it to Wei Heping for the sake of his deceased cousin's face.

After more than 20 days like this, Chinatown is bustling with activity, Christmas is coming, and the locals follow the customs, some of the facades have Christmas trees outside, and some people dress up as Santa Claus and give small gifts to passers-by.

Christmas, Killing Night, Wei Heping decided to kill the Devil Party tonight, take the path to avoid the crowd of happy gatherers, and come to the territory of the Devil Party, which is a slum area, the Devil's lair is here, and they don't have any money as the Skeleton Gang.

In an abandoned greenhouse, there are several gasoline barrels in it, a fire is burning in the greenhouse, the greenhouse is very warm, dozens of members of the devil's party, are celebrating the festival, a long table in the middle of the greenhouse, there are roast turkey, smoked ham, red wine, chocolate cake, gingerbread, cream tart, cream shortbread, roast suckling pig and so on, preparing indispensable food for Christmas.

"On this happy holiday, let's raise a glass and celebrate together!" said the boss of the Devil's Party, Filakim, who had a cockscomb on his head and tattooed with the heads of the devil and the god of death on both sides of his scalp.

"Let's go to hell when you're done eating!" Wei Heping walked over from the outside, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of iron nails with a fierce wind pierced into the heads of the members of the Devil Party in front of him.

"Bang......... Poof......" These members of the Devil's Party didn't even let out a scream, they fell to the ground one after another, all kinds of food on the long table were overturned, wine glasses and red wine, and the sound of "bang!" fell to the ground and smashed.

"Omaiga! Boom!" Philakim shouted in fright, and Farke only said one word, and an iron nail was inserted into his eyebrow, leaving a small hole in his forehead, and he fell backwards, and boom, and after Philakim fell, his leg tripped over the long table, and all kinds of delicacies on the table were scattered all over the ground.

A minute later, in this greenhouse, there was no one alive except Wei Heping, raised his hand to play a few fireball techniques, turning these garbage into ashes, the devil party except for dozens of motorcycles, their property was only a few thousand dollars, Wei Heping scolded, "Poor ghost!" sent out a few fireballs at the motorcycle, and then left here in a flash.

The next morning, Wei Heping came to the breakfast booth and saw some old people talking about it.

"This time the devil party has suffered retribution, so I will say it! God will take them sooner or later.

"It's a great pleasure to get drunk and don't know how to set the motorcycle on fire and burn them alive!

"I don't have to worry about being robbed when I go out in the future, God here has finally done a good thing, no! It was the Grim Reaper here who took them away with a scythe. Wei

Heping heard these old people talking and knew the news released by the police, this group of people was drunk last night, the firewood burning in the greenhouse ignited the fuel tank of the motorcycle, dozens of motorcycles were all burned, these members of the devil party were drunk, none of them escaped, all of them were burned to death.

Since the police think so, Wei Heping is also calm, and he doesn't have to worry about someone finding clues at the scene, and he can't be found anyway.

After this incident passed, another thing came to the door, two middle-aged white men in front of Wei Heping's medical hall, wearing a gray suit and tie, wearing a black coat outside, and holding a folder in their hands.

"Mr. Wei, we are CIA agents, and this is our credentials. The two white men took out their papers and showed him them.

"What are you looking for me?" Wei Heping pretended to be sincerely frightened, with a frightened look in his eyes, somewhat dodging the gaze of the two CIAs.

"Mr. Wei, please relax, let's ask you something, you arrived in Miami on October 19 and left Miami on November 27, where have you been during this period?" The CIA agent's words made Wei Heping think that this must be the information that he was on the plane was found out, not only him, but I believe that all the people who left from Miami will be investigated by them, after all, a military base was destroyed, this is not a trivial matter.

"I do some small business in the second-hand market, and I heard that the second-hand market in Miami is more abundant than the second-hand market in New York, so I just went there, is there anything wrong with that

?" "Oh! Of course, Mr. Wei, where are you staying in the meantime?" the CIA agent shrugged his shoulders and asked him again.

"I stay in private inns outside, of course, in order to save every coin, they are some very cheap little inns, sir, you should know that we Chinese are very hard-working, and we are very careful about every penny spent. Wei Heping's words made it impossible for these two CIAs to investigate, there are many private hotels here in the United States, all of which are illegal, without any formalities, as long as you give dollars, you can stay, otherwise there will not be so many street girls.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Wei, good luck, we will come to you again if there is something, I hope you can cooperate. The two CIA agents couldn't ask anything when they saw it, and turned around and left the infirmary, they couldn't have imagined that Wei Heping would kill the entire base by himself.