America: I'm really not crazy

Chapter 54 Levi and Royce

Ignoring the meaning behind Royce's smile, Li Wei rushed up to him and grabbed his shoulder.

With a lift and a press on his shoulder, Reus broke free from Levi's grip.

Then, he bent over, took a step back, and took off his white tracksuit, which fell into Li Wei's hands.

The whole process took less than a second; the agility of the movements was so great that even Li Wei was momentarily stunned.

Is this supposed to be a "secretary"?

But Reus didn't give him a chance to think it over.

With only his vest on his upper body, Royce swung his arm and raised his elbow, sweeping it towards Levi's head.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Li Wei raised his arm to protect his head.

"Bang!"

After a muffled thud, Li Wei was actually knocked off balance by the elbow strike.

At the same time, the second elbow struck Li Wei directly in the face.

At the critical moment, Li Wei suddenly turned his head, and the elbow almost grazed the tip of his nose, the strong wind making Li Wei squint.

Reus used the momentum of the elbow strike to twist his waist and deliver a third sweeping elbow strike.

The offensive continued relentlessly!

Li Wei suddenly ducked and lunged forward, narrowly dodging the attack. He then lunged forward, grabbed Royce around the waist, inserted one leg between Royce's legs, and used his waist and hips to slam him to the side.

Just as Royce was about to touch the ground, he braced himself with one hand and, like Thomas Spin, performed a "coil twist," turning his body to dissipate the force and stand up steadily.

This time, the two did not rush to continue fighting, but stood still and looked at each other.

After a moment, Reus spoke first.

"Bajiquan... Li Wei, you are more interesting than I imagined."

Li Wei raised an eyebrow.

"I never expected that an American would not practice boxing but instead practice rolling dragon elbow."

"I not only learn Seris Kung Fu, but I also have a Seris name. You can call me 'Luo Yi'."

Reus speaks Chinese, even better than Antonio.

"It's a pity I have to catch a flight, otherwise I really wanted to try... to see if you're as amazing as the information suggests."

As Royce spoke, he bent down to pick up the backpack he had thrown away during the fight and put it back on.

"You investigated me?"

Li Wei couldn't understand how, before playing that game of Russian roulette with Harvey Rogers, they had no connection whatsoever, so how could this have attracted an investigation?

Reus smiled.

"Kardgar Portfield told me that if I run into you, I should give him my regards. He welcomes you to leave 'Gallad' and join him."

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, my real name is Lawrence Chambers. If you're interested, you can ask Thomas what this surname stands for."

After leaving those words, Royce turned and left, seemingly not at all worried about Levi ambushing him.

There's no need to ask Thomas, because Thomas already told him back in the bar office.

Chambers.

This surname is the "Gallard" of the business world, and Thomas has specifically emphasized that... the Chambers family is very likely to be the core leaders of the Revival Society!

Did I let you leave?

Li Wei's voice accompanied the sound of a pistol being cocked.

Reus... or should be called Lawrence.

He stopped, but instead of turning around, he slowly raised his right hand.

"Snapped!"

After a snap of his fingers, Tessa's voice suddenly rang out.

"Levy! Wesker's been shot!"

Li Wei's hand trembled, but he did not turn around.

Lawrence slowly turned half his face, still wearing a smile.

"Guess who will kill me first, or your friends?"

"How about it? Want to take a bet?"

Li Wei didn't answer, but his cheeks twitched back and forth as his teeth chattered.

Lawrence, however, remained smiling, standing there awaiting Levi's answer.

One minute later.

"It seems that you chose 'human nature' over 'desire'."

"This is really..."

Lawrence turned around and started walking again.

"boring."

These two words seemed to pierce Li Wei's ears like needles.

Lawrence walked towards the roadside without looking back.

A Rolls-Royce parked on the street corner was also driving in this direction.

As Lawrence walked to the edge of the road, the car stopped right in front of him.

Just as he was about to step into the car, the door opened.

And just as the vehicle drove off, the red light went out.

It was as if... the whole world was conforming to his will.

Li Wei could only watch as the black Rolls-Royce gradually shrank in size.

Finally, he lowered the gun that he had never fired.

His right hand, which was holding the gun, was trembling, but he forced it down with his left hand.

Now is not the time to let your mind wander...

Li Wei suddenly turned around.

Wesker had been dragged to the back of Danielle's car. Tessa was checking his blood-soaked abdominal wound, while the others, armed, stood guard around Wesker.

And Wesker himself, that old guy was actually smoking a cigar... asking Antonio for a light?

Okay, looks like it didn't hit the mark.

Li Wei breathed a sigh of relief, hung the gun back on the holster at his waist, and ran over quickly.

"Beyond visual range sniping?"

He crouched down behind him, not asking Wesker how he was, but instead inquiring about the cause of Wesker's injury.

Wesker didn't engage in his usual rambling conversation with Li Weidong; instead, he simply nodded.

"I didn't even hear a gunshot before I was shot... The person who fired the shot might have been more accurate than you."

However, Wesker only made one serious statement before returning to his usual self.

"I think it's better to take me to the hospital first, since excessive blood loss can be fatal."

Without wasting any words, Li Wei directly pulled the car keys from Danielle's suit jacket pocket.

Then he hoisted Wesker onto his shoulder, ran straight to Danielle's car, opened the back door, and threw him inside.

"hiss!"

Wesker, whose wound was being torn open, began to curse.

"Li Wei! You fucking watch out! I'm wounded now!"

Li Wei ignored him, and instead took off his coat and then his vest, throwing them to Wesker.

"Cover your wound yourself! You'll run even more violently later!"

"You fucking..."

"Bang!"

Before Wesker could finish his rant, Li Wei slammed the door shut, climbed into the driver's seat, and drove off.

Half an hour later, Tessa and the others caught up at Jackson Memorial Hospital, while Levi sat alone outside the operating room, head down, staring intently at his clenched fists.

Finally, Tessa came over and gently placed his hand on Levi's shoulder.

"How are you?"

Li Wei slowly turned his head, but his answer was irrelevant.

"He and I are the same kind of people, but... we chose different paths."

"What?"

Tessa didn't understand.

"Royce Wood. Or rather, Lawrence Chambers... He chose the same way of life as me, but he didn't want to stick to a bottom line."

Tessa then took Levi's hand.

"It's okay, you still have us, we'll help you..."

"Tessa, you don't understand."

Li Wei rudely interrupted Tessa, which stunned Tessa.

Li Wei then looked at Tessa with a sense of realization.

"I'm sorry, I... I just suddenly realized something."

Lawrence Chambers is nothing; Levi has countless ways to kill him.

but……

What about a hundred, or a thousand?

Even... an organization.

An organization that possesses vast resources and is capable of going toe-to-toe with the Gallard family, America's "political evergreen," even outside its own area of ​​expertise.

At this moment, Li Wei finally gained the most intuitive understanding of Thomas's "cockroach" metaphor.

The true bargaining chip of the Revival Society has never been money or power, but its true essence.

desire.

They are not manipulating desire, but rather the embodiment of desire itself.

How can desire be eliminated?

Kill everyone?

"Ha... cockroaches... Thomas should really be a writer, he's such a good metaphorist."

Li Wei muttered to himself, while Tessa gently put her arm around his shoulder with some concern.

Just then, Li Wei's phone, which he had casually placed next to a hospital bench, suddenly rang.

He subconsciously glanced back.

The note "rich second generation" came into view.