Chapter 11 A Chance Encounter

Frank's matter is over, at least it has nothing to do with her anymore.

She didn't know that Frank had been watching her silently from her "car wash" to the last visit.

From the age, appearance, height, and way of doing things, I have to read it carefully.

Frank made a phone call after she walked away.

There was a thick voice on the opposite side, "Old man, I have heard about you. I'm sorry, there is no warning in advance. If you need me to do anything, you can say it."

Frank remained expressionless, and after a long time he said hoarsely, "Never mind my business."

His words have several meanings, not only rejecting the help of the other party, but also not wanting to be interfered by the government.

The other side understood what he meant: "Okay, I promise you."

Both sides fell silent, and just when the other party was about to hang up the phone, Frank said, "Nick, I see a woman who meets your adjutant's standards."

"I have found a candidate." The other party rejected him in a strong tone.

"I'll tell you the information, it's up to you whether you need it or not." Frank quickly said a lot of identity information, then hung up the phone and looked at Baiyun, thinking of the infinite sadness in his family's heart.

Daisy didn't know that her information was recorded on the desk by someone with a heart. Being poor, she really didn't know where to go, so she could only go back to school.

But after ten minutes, he ran out again.

She and these white girls were born to be at odds with each other, and her predecessor was able to restrain herself. Now that she has supernatural powers, Russian gangsters can kill them back and forth. A few girls are nothing!

Daisy's daily dress is cropped trousers, socks, and canvas shoes, showing a section of ankle, which not only makes her legs look longer, but also adds a bit of skinnyness. Ten years later, both men and women will dress like this on the street, and she thinks it is normal.

But in the eyes of those white girls, they look very different, and they are still the era of fat pants, hip-hop style, stockings, platform shoes.

A white girl wants to tell her "the rules" when she thinks her dress doesn't meet school rules.

Daisy threw her big mouth with a "pop", and then, relying on her strong physical fitness, knocked down people on the ground with three punches and two feet, and walked out with her bag on her back.

Walking on the street, flipping through your wallet again, do you really want to work?

Facing the bustling streets of Manhattan and watching the streets with people coming and going, she didn't know where to go for a while.

Going to the convenience store where the black girl works, Daisy has no psychological burden, and prepares to invite her girlfriends to treat her at noon and have a good meal.

Just passing by a street corner, I saw four women running out of a Japanese restaurant like crazy, and there were more men chasing after them with knives and sticks.

Daisy can only understand a few words, such as Baga and so on, as for other Japanese, it is like a book from heaven.

And by coincidence, her position is on the road that several people must pass.

The woman who fled first desperately gestured to her to run away.

The Japanese in the back were there yelling.

Hands-on? Her first reaction was a hand meeting, but it didn't look like it. A few Japanese men didn't look like they had been rigorously trained, their steps were sluggish, their breathing was disordered, and they looked like they had been hollowed out by alcohol.

The woman who fled first was messy and her face was pretty good, but there was a slap print on her face and blood on the corner of her mouth, but she still insisted on running out, and the rest of the women were also in various embarrassments.

"Baga!" I saw a small flat head grabbed the hair of the last woman, and yanked her down, lifted the bat in her hand and hit it.

It would be inappropriate for Daisy to watch the fun again. She flew forward, kicked Xiaoping’s head and picked up the opponent’s bat. of.

Even smashing and kicking, the Japanese were not opponents at all, and they were lying on the ground.

"Come on!" Seeing that someone was about to rush out, Daisy also heard the sound of bullets being loaded.

She hurriedly summoned a few girls to run with her.

As a native of Hell's Kitchen, she is very familiar with the terrain here. She led a few Japanese women around and avoided the pursuers before stopping.

"It's safe for now." She can run for a whole day in the underground city without interruption. This amount of exercise is not even a warm-up for her, but it is a high-intensity exercise for a few Japanese women.

Several people hugged each other, still unable to believe the fact that they were saved.

The leading woman looked at Daisy with a hint of admiration in her eyes. She stammered her thanks in English and bowed after saying a word.

Daisy could only nod her head in return. The woman's English was not very good. Even with gestures, she finally understood the ins and outs.

I have to say that the Japanese are ruthless to outsiders, and they are also ruthless to their own people. Several college students who dreamed of the American dream were tricked into being here and could not afford to offend them.

When they saw something was wrong, they ran away.

As a result, they were discovered as soon as they reached the gate. A few people worked hard to remove the debris at the gate. When they ran out, there were already chasing soldiers. If Daisy hadn't been here today, they would have been arrested. Sadness is still behind.

Daisy asked the leading woman a little strangely: "You said your name is Maki? Maki Matsumoto?"

"Yes, I'm really embarrassed to say my previous name. I'm calling this name now. Please take care of me." Maki Matsumoto bowed again.

"What major did you study? Did you graduate?"

"The legal profession."

Daisy was a little surprised, this guy will be a celebrity in the future.

Maki Matsumoto, a lawyer, can't be bothered, all three points are in line with the characteristics. If there is no Daisy today, she should have witnessed the wanton slashing and killing of Bullseye under Kim and one day in the future. Since then, she has become crazy infatuated with Bullseye, calling herself Lady Bullseye.

Although not comparable to the status of the shock girl, she is also a second-tier person.

But now that she doesn't have that experience, there is a question mark on whether she can become a cold-blooded killer.

Daisy sent a few people to the Japanese embassy, ​​and it has nothing to do with her as to whether she will return to China or whatever.

The remaining three Japanese women bowed to her and gave her addresses one by one, hoping that if she went to Japan, she would give them a chance to thank them.

Only Maki Matsumoto stayed where she was, and she bowed deeply to Daisy.

"Is something wrong?" She was now afraid that the other party would control her to borrow money, it would be too embarrassing.

"Miss Johnson, I am willing to stay and be your retainer!" Her voice was very loud, and several Japanese women and consuls who had not gone far showed such expressions as they were supposed to.

Daisy's mouth of old blood is so unbearable, what age is it, and still a retainer?

She put her hands together, "I'm just an ordinary person, and I have nothing to do. You should go back to China according to the arrangement of Mr. Consul. Your parents are probably worried about you too."

Matsumoto Maki bowed again, "I am a disgrace to the family, I have no eyes, I am an idiot who can only daydream, please take me in!"

Another ninety-degree bow, and then stopped getting up.