It's only been a little over a month since the last major brawl.

It's still February now.

Yet another has erupted.

Although, frequency-wise, it is indeed somewhat high.

But actually, it's still somewhat acceptable.

The United States is like this, gang conflicts while the police simply sit back and watch.

Many deaths are not recorded after all, who knows how many have crossed the border.

But this night was incredibly thrilling.

Bang bang!

"Bastard! What are those Bloodline Gang guys doing!"

"Who knows, anyway, a bunch of Old Mo has come over!"

"Get them!"

At first, it was on foot, but in the U.S., of course, it's with cars.

The people Blood Hand Cole brought were also in cars.

Except these cars were stolen by them.

No problem, they didn't care anyway.

These cars began rampaging in downtown San Diego.

The Bloodline Gang guys also got into cars to chase.

But here, gang forces interlace.

Old Mo runs, Bloodline Gang chases, this easily crashes into other forces.

So gunfire was incessant.

Like the Little Scoundrel Gang, which was originally put together by Cambodian descendants.

Now they're also sticking their foot in.

Moreover, the Bajahara Gang of Filipino descent suffered a misfortune.

Their leader had invited a few beauties from their hometown, planning to chase the American dream.

Who knew, two were killed by Blood Hand's car.

Get them!

The leader of the Bajahara Gang personally stepped in.

Later, because the car chase was too thrilling.

The Hell Angels Gang, who ride Harleys, also joined the chase.

Blood Hand Cole had some fame in Latin America too.

No one expected that coming to the U.S. this time would cost him dearly.

With a group of Old Mo subordinates, panicking out of control.

Of course, the gangs in San Diego weren't united either.

It wasn't long before they were at each other's throats over old and new grudges.

There was even a black gang ridiculing the rap duo Jimmy and Tang put out by the Bloodline Gang.

They're trash!

Can you tolerate that?

I want to diss you!

I want to diss you!

Stop talking, there's weapons in hand!

The night's chaos was truly chaotic.

At times, amidst the gunfire, you could also hear rap.

...

Just when San Diego erupted into chaos again.

Dr. Carlos, far in Palm Springs, had just finished a call with Congressman Paddy.

Carlos was certain Zhou Mo Sen was a trap.

But, as the deputy director, Dr. Carlos was…

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got!

You, Zhou Mo Sen, really know how to hide!

Now I finally see your true face.

Moreover, you're so arrogant, daring to challenge me!

Carlos, after all, was the deputy director and prided himself on being much better at medicine than Zhou Mo Sen.

So, he couldn't swallow his pride.

But what could he do now?

Apparently, people from the south had arrived, and they were already fighting.

Zhou Mo Sen probably couldn't handle it.

But the more he thought, the more Carlos fumed.

Until the phone rang again.

"Dr. Carlos, it seems this time the problem isn't small."

"Congressman Paddy, what do you mean?"

"I heard there are many casualties."

Carlos understood; the folks from the south had suffered a big loss.

He was a doctor, and morally, he should help.

Actually, it wasn't a big deal.

Carlos had been practicing in the U.S. for many years, and he had a dark past.

During that time, the U.S. didn't recognize his medical skills, which were obtained with a license in Cuba.

Useless here.

To make a living and pass the medical exam,

he treated gang members' injuries.

The conditions were subpar, but his skills were good.

This also gave him a chance to get acquainted with Paddy.

Moreover, he was not the only one being a gang doctor.

There were others who worked in big hospitals by day and performed surgeries for gangs by night.

Earn two salaries, why not enjoy it?

Studying medicine in the U.S. is very expensive.

Recalling this… Carlos immediately proposed a condition to Paddy.

"I need manpower! Ruthless ones!"

Paddy on the other end of the line immediately understood.

"Don't you also know that Zhou Mo Sen is a trap?"

Carlos's face revealed a vicious look, "It's not like I'm the one acting."

That reason made sense.

Paddy hesitated for a moment, then reached out to the other side.

Fortunately, Blood Hand Cole only had some bruises.

Nothing serious.

Immediately agreed to the conditions and headed to Palm Springs.

And Dr. Carlos had nothing much to say; he steeled his nerves in Palm Springs.

As long as Blood Hand Cole completed the task, he would rush back to San Diego to treat his fellow men!

San Diego is over 150 kilometers from Palm Springs.

A two-hour drive.

At night, it could be faster.

Blood Hand Cole arrived at Palm Springs at two in the morning that day.

Then, according to the info given by Dr. Carlos,

arrived in front of a hotel.

Went right in, found the service staff sleeping.

Great, grabbed a room card and went to Zhou Mo Sen's room.

Knock, knock, knock.

Knocked on the door first.

No response.

Great, swiped the card, went in…

Huh?

The room was empty!

What's going on?

No sign of check-out.

Just as Cole was about to leave, suddenly, a gun was pointed at his temple.

"Leo? You bastard..."

Blood Hand Cole was shocked but as soon as he shouted that name.

Bang, he was knocked out by the gun butt.

"I'm not called Leo."

It's Owen, who looked around, then dragged Cole's legs out of the hotel.

Where's Zhou Mo Sen?

He was staying at a hotel in Palm Springs.

It was indeed a trap.

But with Owen there, Zhou Mo Sen hadn't planned to leave.

Might as well enjoy the show.

See how Carlos reacts.

But Zhou Mo Sen wasn't lucky.

Around ten in the evening, a call came in.

"Dr. Zhou, sorry to disturb your rest, but right now, you must come to UCLA Medical Center."

The caller was Professor Hansen.

Hearing this, Zhou Mo Sen knew.

His guess was right.

There was definitely a special patient, someone with a special identity who needed a liver transplant, preferably a laparoscopic one.

So, let's go.

Dr. Zhou left the hotel like that, without greeting anyone.

The hotel staff slept like the dead.

The rest was Owen's job.

In fact, the staff sleeping so deeply had something to do with Owen.

Used some drugs.

As for Zhou Mo Sen, he drove to UCLA Medical Center.

It wasn't hard; Palm Springs is just about a hundred kilometers from Los Angeles.

Upon reaching the hospital, Zhou Mo Sen was directly received by Sidney.

"You..."

"This patient is very special, don't say much."

"Oh?"

"You'll understand when you get to the operating room."

Understand what?

When Zhou Mo Sen got outside the operating room, he saw a strong figure.

The Governor of California, Schwarzenegger!

"Doctor, please save my daughter!"

Turned out, this special patient was the daughter of T-800.

Catherine Schwarzenegger.

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