Thank you, I’m in New York and just got off the plane.

Du Wei found himself crossing.

Helplessly, he had to return to his old career and opened a psychological consultation clinic, but it was a little strange to come to consult patients with psychological problems…

[Gunfight + Case Solving + Decisive Killing]

A scavenger in the gray world becomes a sunny Los Angeles detective. How nice it is to live in the sun?

Locke stands under the Hollywood landmark, looking at the bikini beauties on Santa Monica Beach.

He pushes up his sunglasses.

From now on, Los Santos will be protected by him…

Ps: There is no extraordinary, but there is a dark world that we ordinary people cannot touch, including killers, mysterious organizations, and various bizarre cases…

Traveling through the world of American TV series, I gained a system for picking up attributes.

At this point, the "protagonists" in American dramas have become good "leeks".

Mike: Your king is coming!

He makes little Sheldon cry every day and makes little Leonard's eyes sparkle.

He kicked down Dr. House's cane, causing good doctor Sean to go crazy.

He paired up bankrupt sisters and made old friends look for their mothers and feel resentful.

He sweeps scoundrels into junkyards and blows up the Fast and the Furious.

He made Sherlock Holmes spit out fragrance and made Mother Mo basically change her ambition.

He helped Suits for a while and watched Breaking Bad eventually die.

He has a beautiful heart, a soft belly, and is enjoying the Big Bang Theory.

Unable to bear the crime, he burst into tears and quietly asked the bloodthirsty forensic doctor Hu Bu.

If he could avenge his grievances one day, his blood would stain the mouth of the Mississippi River! ! ! Today, North America is on trial. There is no time to die! ! ! (Keywords: P. Diddy, LL Island, frame-up, revenge, Spectre, subvert America!)

Gunfights every day, free America!

When the police lights are on, take it easy, one star, two stars, three stars, four stars, five stars, six stars, seven stars, eight stars... Let's rush to the final freedom together!

...

Eric raised the Glock 17 and pressed it hard against the suspect's forehead, which was sweating coldly, and said in a deep voice:

"Who said that I, Eric, can't convince people with virtue! You dare to say another word to Fake?"

[European and American Movie Fanfiction] + [American TV Series Fanfiction] + [Marvel Cinematic Universe] + [Supernatural, Ghost, and Sci-Fi Movies] + [Games] + [Slow Heat]

My name is Luke Chin, and I'm not Skywalker.

I wanted to lie down, but then I saw the news about Stark Industries in the newspaper.

So, I decided to stay away from New York, and continue to lie down and be a third-generation rich man.

But things didn't go my way. I had a damn skill, so I decided to prolong my rebellious period.

Then I got a lot of titles:

California Aquaman, Montana Stark, Stanford Toy Hand, Human Motor, Cheerleader Killer, San Francisco Aquaman...

But this isn't me...

My true identity is: an American hardcore cultivator.

"Haha, I've finally mastered my skills. I can now fly with my sword..."

"Wait, I don't have a sword... I don't have a sword... ah... this..."

Master: "Young man, may the Force be with you..."

"What the hell is this lightsaber? Do you really think I'm Luke Skywalker?"

"Forget it, I'll just stick with my American Iai style. After all, it's accurate and fast within seven steps..."

"Open the door, FBI, check the water meter..."

Qi Shan traveled through time and space with absolute defense. He thought he could live a carefree life, but who knew that the next person to come was Tomie, and then Piccolo, Hidan, the Holy Lord, the Millennium Count, the Ant King Meruem... It's over, this world is over...