Bathed in the morning light of San Diego.

The smoke has finally cleared.

Last night's gunfire, felt like being in Iraq.

Of course, Iraq is where it is today, thanks to the United States.

As they say, when everyone has a gun, they maintain order!

Over on the gang side, they start shooting, doesn't matter if they're old blacks, Old Mo, or old whites.

There's always someone looking to fish in troubled waters.

So, the police roughly tallied things up.

There were fires in three locations.

Over thirty stores were robbed.

And at least twenty cars were burned.

And that's not counting the ones that were stolen.

The police station's phones have been ringing off the hook.

Luckily, many innocent citizens were injured last time.

This time, there aren't as many.

But that was daytime.

This time it happened at night.

So, incidents of zero-dollar purchases and car burning increased.

Whether it's people or property, something's got to get hurt, right?

The police station's phones really have been blowing up, but they're skilled at dispatching.

White communities definitely need to be well protected.

Rich communities need even more patrols.

As for the areas where chaos broke out... control them!

Police don't go inside; they control from the outside, preventing the situation from escalating.

Doing so is quite experienced.

They aptly borrowed from the successful experience of the 1992 Los Angeles Riots.

Anyway, most California police felt they did a decent job back then.

Moreover, they were falsely accused.

Those TV stations didn't even show why that old black got beaten.

Handling it this way meant the police learned their lesson, right?

But early this morning, someone was already out performing.

First, the media.

All sorts of news went around.

Reports had been done last night, and today they'd dig deeper.

Linda from KNBC even brought first-hand information.

She rode in Captain Hank's car, charging right to the front line of the chaos.

However, she encountered no danger.

Neither gang shooters nor southern drug dealers ran into her.

No matter, Linda's segment still garnered high ratings.

Were the viewers really watching the report?

Their attention was all on those bouncing, alluring double spheres.

With major TV stations doing so well, how could politicians miss out?

"Citizens! I'm sure you've all seen! Our San Diego's security cannot wait any longer! I swear to God! I will fight for more funding in the state assembly to change our city!"

This speech by Paddy was indeed something.

Many San Diego citizens applauded.

These citizens hardly knew.

Congressman Paddy was one of the instigators of this incident.

And who was the other instigator?

Once Paddy finished his speech, he went to Chula Vista.

An hour later, he met Carlos.

The two faced a barren wilderness.

"F*ck! How did it come to this?!"

This curse was quite polluting to the environment.

Even though it was the wilderness.

Carlos wasn't backing down either, "Your fury won't solve any problems now!"

As Vice President, his night wasn't going great.

His fellow countrymen's injuries were manageable; some were destined to die, so they were simply ignored.

For the rest, it was just removing bullets or stitching wounds.

Carlos could handle that, although he hadn't been this busy for years, and hadn't done these treatments in a while.

But deep down, Carlos was thinking... that these bastards were lucky to get treatment from a VP like him.

He indeed thought this way, and his expressionless face wasn't faked.

Of course, doctors must remain calm when treating patients, never influenced by them.

Now was the same.

Carlos actually didn't rate Paddy, even if he was now a state senator.

"So what now? The situation is not favorable for us!"

The senator's worry was well-founded.

Carlos remained calm, "What does it have to do with us? Don't forget, you're a senator! A senator for California! The most populous, economically strongest state in the United States!"

These words were indeed powerful.

Paddy seemed to receive a wake-up call, snapping him awake.

"Right, it has nothing to do with us, but what do we do next?"

Carlos remained unphazed, "The next step is to steady ourselves first; the other side likely has quite a few injuries as well, and moreover..."

The "moreover" was probably the key part.

"Moreover what?" Paddy was very curious.

Carlos then revealed, "Moreover, Blood Hand went to work."

Work?

Paddy instantly understood!

"That's too risky! Didn't you also say that bastard is setting a trap?"

Bastard referring to Zhou Mo Sen, a mutual unspoken understanding between them.

Carlos, still calm, said: "But Blood Hand is a formidable character, and over there, there's no telling how many lives are in his hands.

Moreover, he actively wants to do something for me.

So, I gave him clues to eliminate Zhou Mo Sen, this bastard.

Isn't that great?"

"This..." Paddy seemed convinced.

Blood Hand is a habitual killer; with his wealth of experience, he could probably avoid Zhou Mo Sen's traps.

And if that doctor were killed...

"Once Zhou Mo Sen is dead, those idiots in the Bloodline Gang, understand nothing about Hyaluronic Acid! Give it to them and they won't use it. Then we'll take over this business, offsetting our previous losses and even profiting greatly."

Carlos' explanation put Paddy at ease.

The senator's face lit up with a smile.

But, did Blood Hand kill Zhou Mo Sen?

Mexican fellows came to report.

"We've lost contact with Blood Hand Cro for over three hours."

Carlos and Paddy's expressions changed instantly.

Could Blood Hand be in trouble?

Didn't Zhou Mo Sen die?

...

Zhou Mo Sen is more than alive.

A major surgery is truly exhausting.

Naturally, replenishment is needed.

Thus, he wasn't concerned about the two old professors arguing.

Thankfully, this surgery fostered a kind association with the governor.

Regarding this association...

Honestly, many times as doctors, money or no money, academic or not, papers or no papers.

They're just that way.

Connections are key.

Don't just think about the United States; back home securing a hospital bed or contacting certain experts is crucial.

It's important networking.

Not everyone can achieve it.

Speaking of Washington.

He was indeed messed around by doctors to death.

But, the doctors tormenting him were four of America's top first-class doctors back then.

True, these are well-documented facts.

So, obtaining this network connection.

The governor's favor.

Quite significant indeed.

He certainly wouldn't use it easily either.

Saving it for critical moments.

Now, Zhou Mo Sen needs to replenish his physical strength.

How to replenish?

At the hospital, he already had two glucose infusions.

But it's not enough.

At this moment, Zhou Mo Sen wanted to drink wine.

He held up a fine bottle of red wine.

But didn't drink directly.

Good wine needs a fine wine glass.

What did Zu Qianqiu say in "Swordsmen"?

Concord grape wine in luminous glasses, right?

Can't remember the details.

Luckily, Zhou Mo Sen had his own fine wine set.

He poured the red wine down.

A stream of red landed on the fair skin.

Ah~

Nicole Kidman unconsciously let out a low moan.

Countless droplets of wine splattered, yet plenty stayed on her beautiful back.

Zhou Mo Sen bowed his head, and drank…

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