Zhou Mo Sen and Kate came out of the police station, and it was already late at night.
After all, he's a doctor, and a taxpayer.
The police drove them back to the clinic.
When it comes to San Diego's security, the police know best.
Returning to the clinic was their request.
Kate's car is at the clinic.
And she could send Zhou Mo Sen back to his place.
Perfect logic.
When Kate drove Zhou Mo Sen back to his residence.
The car was turned off, and Zhou Mo Sen didn't hurry to get out.
"Were we being followed just now?"
"It should be the police."
"That Ford?"
"Probably."
"Did they find anything?"
"I told you, you should have left more money."
"Over two hundred thousand isn't enough? F*ck!"
Driving away from the clinic, there indeed was a Ford following them for a while.
Zhou Mo Sen judged it was most likely a police car.
Apparently, the police in the United States are not easily fooled.
As for leaving more money... when Kate took the money, her eyes were full of greed.
And at this moment, they looked at each other...
With a burst of laughter, they laughed simultaneously.
The laughter grew louder, more unrestrained.
Maybe it was the relief after surviving a calamity, maybe it was because of that million US Dollars.
They should laugh.
And they laughed with satisfaction.
Then Kate stopped first.
She looked at Zhou Mo Sen with a 'you understand' look.
What does this mean?
Zhou Mo Sen didn't speak, just lifted his leg, took off his shoe, and pulled a small note from beneath the insole.
The smell... Kate didn't care at all, she took it immediately to read.
What's going on?
This note had the reason why those few people were shooting at each other!
The note was originally hidden inside a bullet.
And this bullet was given to Zhou Mo Sen by that scar-necked guy.
It was also shown to Kate by Zhou Mo Sen in the hospital.
But in the hospital, Zhou Mo Sen didn't let Kate see the contents of the note; he just took it out and hid it again.
After Zhou Mo Sen finished reading the note from inside the bullet, he finally confirmed the whole 'countermeasure'.
This was also why Zhou Mo Sen told the dying short man:
"That mute can talk."
The scar-necked guy got shot in the neck, most likely damaging his vocal cords.
Physically unable to speak.
So, he wrote a note and hid it in the bullet.
"My name is Jose Gonzalez. My boss is Joaquin Bella, a big figure from Monterrey. The tall man is named Anthony Bella, Joaquin's brother. Originally, I was their assassin, a dog of theirs.
But now, I beg you, esteemed person blessed by God, to help me kill Joaquin and Anthony.
Because of Alicia, she's an angelic girl. Sadly, she's Anthony's daughter. One day, I saw that devil Joaquin walk into her room..."
Kate couldn't help but cover her mouth as she read.
The note wasn't written very clearly, but it was completely understood.
For a while, she didn't speak, slightly trembling.
But being a psychologist, Kate slowly calmed down.
Yes, she is a psychologist.
This note...
She found a lighter from the car and set the note on fire.
Zhou Mo Sen didn't stop her, instead he said, "Don't worry, I won't say a word about this."
He lowered the car window, letting the ashes scatter in the wind.
As if the girl named Alicia was reborn.
Only then did Kate smile again, "So, we actually saved a girl?"
Zhou Mo Sen nodded, "I suppose so."
But his tone was somewhat flat, which seemed not to match Kate's expectations.
"Did you ask me to turn off the lights because..."
"Do you think that scar-neck, after killing that short man and drug lord, would spare the two of us?"
Kate was stunned, unable to find a reason to refute.
At that moment, it was a matter of life and death.
The scar-necked guy couldn't possibly thank us.
No matter how the note was written, what difference did it make?
He might be a mute, but that doesn't mean he's not a liar.
With that figured out, Kate focused on Mo Sen again.
"Was Monroe's line true?"
"Which line?"
This indeed puzzled Zhou Mo Sen, as Monroe had said many things.
Which one?
Kate's gaze changed, with added charm and temptation.
"Are you embarrassed?"
"Embarrassed about what?"
"You, Chinese people's embarrassment?"
"Huh?"
"Idiot! Did you write me a love letter?"
Oh, it was that line.
Zhou Mo Sen blushed.
Truthfully, he still hadn't remembered if he had actually written one.
And Kate laughed.
"So shy?"
She leaned in to kiss him directly.
Zhou Mo Sen was quite surprised, but he naturally responded.
After a while, the two separated.
You looking at me, me looking at you.
"Is this okay?" Zhou Mo Sen asked.
"What?" Kate asked, but she was smiling.
"What would the police think if you stayed over at my place tonight?"
This question made Kate smile even more alluringly.
"If you're afraid of the police, why are you touching my thigh?"
Zhou Mo Sen replied straightforwardly, "I just saw the stocking was torn, didn't want you to catch a cold."
So considerate.
Kate laughed and kissed him again, this time on the chest.
But soon, the car started to rock up and down.
Seemed like a real test for the suspension.
...
Two days later.
In a small chapel on 33rd Street, the Priest was leading everyone in prayer.
Zhou Mo Sen wasn't originally a believer, but now he had to do as the locals do.
In these two days, Zhou Mo Sen had cleared up many things.
For example, his Chinese name indeed is 'Zhou Mo Sen'.
The English is written: Mohsen Chou.
There's the bank account, social security number, details of the rented community, and so on.
Of course, there's also that used Toyota.
Previously, to put together the inheritance tax, the original Mercedes-Benz was sold.
Once the inheritance and that 'surgery fee' are settled, surely a luxury car replacement is needed.
Amen~
The Priest's voice brought Zhou Mo Sen back.
Monroe lay peacefully in the coffin.
The family still had relatives, but they're only distant relatives.
Monroe's grandfather had a brother.
But they weren't in the medical field.
Yet, it was obvious they were very interested in the clinic.
From their previous meeting.
Toward Zhou Mo Sen, their words were anything but polite.
Zhou Mo Sen kept glancing at Kate not far away; she naturally attended the funeral.
"If I had received your love letter back then, I might have fallen in love with you."
That's what Kate said when she left Zhou Mo Sen's place.
She was smiling brightly at the time.
That night, there was more than one exchange.
Don't worry, it was very safe.
American women often carry rubber products that block DNA inheritance.
Zhou Mo Sen could sense her underlying message:
Back then, there might have been love, but now there wouldn't be.
Not intending to establish a relationship, right?
In the United States, 'boyfriend-girlfriend' relationships are important.
Conversely, marriage is less common.
Being boyfriend and girlfriend, just living together is enough.
They can have kids, and it doesn't affect anything.
As for the reason...
Just look at the street outside the church.
It seems that Zhou Mo Sen and Kate are just casual partners.
Sometimes they would study human genetics together.
Let's call it a scholarly partnership.
After a while, the car was going up and down.
It looked like it was quite a test of the suspension.
...
Two days later.
In a small church on 33rd Street, the Priest was leading everyone in prayer.
Zhou Mo Sen wasn't initially a believer, but now he had to do as the locals do.
In the past two days, Zhou Mo Sen had figured out many things.
For example, his Chinese name is indeed 'Zhou Mo Sen'.
English written as: Mohsen Chou.
Along with the bank account, social security number, details of the rented community, and other life-related matters.
Once the inheritance is settled, along with that 'surgery fee', a luxury car replacement is definitely in order.
Amen~
The end of the service.
But then, Kate came up to him and smiled.
This smile reminded Zhou Mo Sen of when they were studying scholarship.
It was hard sometimes, though she would roll her eyes afterward.
The funeral ended.
After the flowers had been offered, Monroe's relatives turned up.
"You, Chink! Get out of here! This clinic is ours!"
They were confrontative and used racial slurs.
Zhou Mo Sen furrowed his brows.
He could tell they were very interested in the clinic.
But he did not want to make any enemies.