The bounty hunter of the film and television world

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Family, Hunter stepped on the accelerator pedal with a happy smile on his lips.

More than ten minutes later, he came to Chinatown on the north bank of the Thames.

There are Chinese people in many places around the world.

Often the gathering area had its embryonic form as early as the last century.

Earlier, like some places in Southeast Asia, the Chinese even began to settle in BC.

Compared with the Americas, the Chinatown in Europe will appear smaller.

Moreover, the catering restaurants where they are located will also make a lot of improvements according to local tastes.

But there is no way, Hunter will stay in London for the time being.

After eating western food for many days, he couldn't wait to chase the taste of memory.

In a big city like London, parking is more troublesome.

Hunter parked his car in the parking lot outside the intersection and walked to Chinatown to look for food.

At the intersection, there is a huge plaque facing you, with cornices and corners, it looks like a Chinese architectural style.

The plaque above is written in traditional Chinese characters.

Hunter glanced at it, but he didn't recognize two of the four characters.

He had no choice but to bow his head and hurried into the street.

There are many Chinese faces on the whole street, but there are also many other faces.

Coupled with the combination of traditional Chinese characters and English shop signs everywhere, Hunter couldn't remember the scene at all.

Can't help but feel a little lost.

After searching for a while, I finally heard the familiar Mandarin.

It came from a restaurant called Happy Peacock.

Before lunch time, there were no customers inside.

Hunter pushed the door open and walked in, only to find that all the chairs inside were upside down on the table.

A middle-aged woman with silver hair walked out quickly, her eyes were moist as if she had just cried, and her voice was hoarse: "Sorry, we are closed today."

"Wait, Auntie!" Hunter stopped her, using Chinese.

The aunt turned around, looked at Hunter carefully, and said slightly surprised: "You speak Chinese really well."

"Of course." Hunter smiled happily. "My ancestors should also have Chinese blood, which is the man. You see, my eyes and hair are very black. According to us, I am Chinese!"

The aunt stepped forward: "That's right, what's the matter. Have you encountered any difficulties? It's not easy to go out. Many compatriots here immigrated a long time ago, and some of them have ruined their reputations."

"Oh, no auntie! I searched around and heard that our family has a familiar accent. I just found out that it is a Sichuan restaurant. I have been waiting for a long time..." Hunter said enthusiastically.

He paused suddenly, his eyes a little sad.

He quickly smiled and said: "I heard from an old man who passed away at home that my ancestors were also from the Sichuan, Shaanxi and Hubei areas. I have been eating the food from my hometown for many years. Could you please help me."

The aunt hesitated for a while, then nodded, "Okay. Then you sit down first, in case you are not used to it. You are not British."

Hunter sat down and said, "Oh, I grew up in the United States. I came to the UK to work for a while, and for some reasons, I missed home. I'm sure I can get used to it. Don't imitate foreigners' tastes, just follow our own. Do.

Just make two dishes, just add a bowl of rice. "

All kinds of ingredients are prepared in the kitchen.

More than ten minutes later, the aunt brought several dishes such as mapo tofu, boiled fish, and fish-flavored shredded pork.

"Child, you eat first. The rice is steaming. How about a taste."

Hunter nodded again and again, first slowly picked up a piece of tofu and ate it, and then quickly stuffed the food into his mouth with quick hands and feet.

Seeing that he was eating happily, the auntie felt much better, and said with a smile, "Son, you are really good at using chopsticks, eat slowly."

Hunter felt a little congested, took a deep breath, raised his head and smiled: "Of course, Auntie, why don't we sit down and eat together. Are you the only one at home? Oh, I forgot to introduce, my name is Hunter Longman. I won’t mention the Chinese name. What’s your name?”

The aunt hesitated for a moment, then sat down, "Just call me Aunt Lin, the boss is upstairs."

While talking, a man and a woman opened the door and came in.

"is the boss around?"

Aunt Lin stood up, "We are closed now, who are you and what's the matter?"

Hunter turned his head curiously, and saw that the two men took out their IDs. It was the London police.

"We're looking for Guan Yuming."

"He's upstairs!" Aunt Lin's expression changed, she nodded to Hunter, "Come with me."

Not long after, she calmed down with her face full of thoughts again, brought rice, and sat across from her, lost in thought.

Hunter said softly: "Aunt Lin, what's the matter, are you here to ask for trouble?"

"No..." Aunt Lin shook her head and sighed, "Yesterday afternoon, an explosion occurred in London. Something happened to the boss's daughter."

"Oh, that's it. Hey..." Hunter nodded slightly, but didn't say much.

The two London policemen quickly went downstairs and walked out without stopping.

After a while, an extremely vicissitudes, a middle-aged man with scars on his face, hurried downstairs with a handbag in his arms.

Hunter took a look!

Uncle Long!

The other party felt the gaze very keenly and turned his head to look at Hunter.

It could be seen that his face was full of grief, but he still nodded politely.

Then, after arguing with Aunt Lin for a while, they left the restaurant.

Hunter quickly searched his memory.

Gradually, the brows were furrowed.

Aunt Lin shed a tear silently. When she saw Hunter looking up, she quickly wiped it away and forced a smile: "My child, I'm telling you a joke!"

"How could it be, Aunt Lin. I understand your feelings. You are all your own, don't say that!" Hunter said a few words of comfort, and said in a deep voice: "Aunt Lin, I have heard the news about what you said .

As far as I know, there are many aspects involved in that explosion, and the situation is very complicated.How much do you comfort the boss and let him mourn.Her daughter must not want to see her father like this. "

"Ok, I know!"

Hunter tore off a piece of paper from the restaurant and wrote a string of numbers on it, "Aunt Lin, this is my contact information. I am a bounty hunter. Very powerful. If you need anything, please contact me!"

Before the other party refused, Hunter took out three to five dollars, put them on the table and left.

Originally, he planned to go to Big Ben and some places to play.

Now, when this happens, rush back to the hotel immediately.

On the way, he called Grace and asked her to help investigate the situation of Aunt Lin and Uncle Long.

Also, specific information about the bombing.

Of course, Hunter would not refuse the job that came to him.

To be honest, even if he doesn't earn much, for the sake of fellow villagers, he will try his best to help.

In the evening, in the hotel room.

Hunter lay prone on the chair, looking at the computer mail.

That's right, it should be a story in memory.

Poor Uncle Long, a veteran of Yue Zhan, later joined the US side after going through the Gamma Project due to various circumstances.

Oh, this so-called plan is a collaboration between the Army and the CIA.

Oh, these raccoons of a feather play with tracks all day long.

Later, Uncle Long, no, it should be Uncle Guan.The family was looted by pirates, and his daughter and wife died tragically.

And now, the last daughter was also lost in the bombing.

The big waves of the times, a small splash of water, pressing on ordinary people, is the tragic fate of life.

As for the details of the bombing, I only remember some people who knew about it, and they can be regarded as people who had indirect contact.

The two ends of yin and yang are originally one.

Hunter frowned, lost in thought.

Bang bang bang!

There was a slight knock on the door.

Didn't you call room service yourself?

After putting on his shoes, Hunter walked lightly, came to the door, and asked vigilantly, "Who?"

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(End of this chapter)