Jon Jen Conn!

If Jiang He hadn't had "knowing language", he wouldn't have known that this name was his father Jiang Zhengqiang.

But... what happened to the panic on this person's face?

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Just when Jiang He was confused, the tall black man in front of him suddenly took out an old pistol, pointed at Jiang He and shouted, "Get out!"

The 54 produced in China is well maintained.

Jiang He glanced at the 54 guns in the black man's hand, shook his head with a smile, "I don't think this gun can threaten me!"

"Then you can try it!"

The black man opened the insurance with a "click" sound, staring at Jiang He with a fierce face, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"

"Haha, I really don't believe this!"

Jiang He shook his body, and the extraordinary speed brought by the rapid skill instantly rushed to the black man. With a grab, he grabbed the old 54 style and snatched it.

He grabbed the black man's arm and twisted the black man's arm behind him.

"Tell me! Tell me everything you know!"

Jiang He grabbed the 54th stance and pointed it at the black man's head, "Now, do you believe it or not, I will blow your head?"

"Don't think about it!"

The black man was very tough. Even though he was subdued by Jiang He, he was pointed at his head by a pistol, but he still did not surrender. "I am not a Communist Party member for fear of death!"

"ah?"

Jiang He was stunned.

What the black man said is actually in Chinese!

I'll let you go, there is a "proletarian revolutionary warrior" here?

"That..."

Jiang He felt that maybe this "comrade" thought he was a bad person and had a misunderstanding. He quickly explained to the "comrade": "My name is Jon Hall. Jon Zhan Kangen, it is my dad."

"Nonsense!"

The black man roared again, "Jon Hall is only nineteen years old this year. Don't lie to me."

"In fact... I'm not nineteen yet."

Jiang He let go of the black man and shook his head with a smile, "This is a misunderstanding. Come on, let's go into the house and talk slowly."

He pulled the black man into the door, and Jiang He waved his hand on his face, regaining his true colors.

"Look, I'm not nineteen yet! I'm Jon Hall."

After returning the 54 style in his hand to the black man, Jiang He smiled, "I'm really Jon Hall."

"You've put on makeup?"

The black man took over the 54th style, but he still disbelief of Jiang He, "How do you prove that you are Jon Hall?"

"prove?"

Well, it's actually very simple to prove that I am me.

"Is the ID card OK?"

Jiang He took out his ID card and continued, "My dad broke an arm here. My dad likes to squat by the wall and eat. My dad likes to squat in the toilet and smoke for half an hour. My dad snores when he sleeps..."

"Yes! That's OK!"

The black man didn't even look at his ID card, and looked at Jiang He with joy, "Yes! Squatting by the wall for dinner. I often squatted with him."

"So... do you know where my dad and my mom lived back then?"

Jiang He quickly asked the black man.

"My name is Combass. I worked with your dad back then. We are brothers."

The black man Combasse patted Jiang He on the shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the house they lived in."

As he said that, the black man pulled Jiang He up and walked outside.

Are my dad brothers? You really have the courage!

Jiang He shrugged helplessly and followed the black man to a room next to him.

"This is where your father and your mother have lived."

Combas opened the door and smiled at Jiang He, "In recent years, many people have wanted to move in. I have been guarding you."

"Thanks."

Jiang He thanked Conbas and walked into the door.

The room is very simple and the furniture inside is even simpler.

The wall was covered with newspapers. Years passed, and the newspaper had already become yellow and rotten.

The tables and beds are made of bricks and wooden boards. There is no mattress on the bed. Obviously, my father took them away when he returned to China.

"I... was born here?"

He reached out to touch the wall and turned his head to look at this simple and dilapidated room. Jiang He didn't know what it felt like.

As the Grand Master, my mother's background is even more scary. They can be said to be the peak of the pyramid, but they actually live in such a broken place?

My father was obviously the Lord of the Jiuli Army, so why did he come here to repair the port again? And he also broke an arm. The Lord of the Jiuli Army broke an arm. How scary is this!

After wandering around the room, Jiang He couldn't find any clues.

Nothing was left, nothing was left.

"Mr. Combass, do you know...where is my mother's grave?"

Jiang He remembered that his father asked him to come to his mother's grave to burn incense. Obviously, his mother's grave was the key.

"Grave? What grave?"

Combas was shocked, "Did your mother die? Back then, your father and your mother returned to China, even if there is a grave, it wouldn't be here!"

"Well?"

Jiang He was stunned.

Impossible! My father clearly said that his mother died less than a year after she gave birth to me. After my father buried her, he took me back to China.

Combass is just an ordinary person. If he were the means of a transcendent, he could not resist it at all. It is very likely that Combass' memory has been modified.

"Oh, I remembered it wrong!"

Jiang He waved his hand with a smile, and asked Combas again, "By the way. Why did you react so much when you saw me coming to ask about my father just now?"

"A few years ago, a Chinese man came to ask about your father. He also killed a lot of people here. I thought you were from the same group."

Combas answered with anger on his face.

"How many years ago, Chinese people?"

Jiang He thought about it and found that this person was probably Zhao Changming.

"That's it. Thank you, Mr. Combas!"

After handing a stack of dollars to Combas, Jiang He turned around and walked out of the door and returned to the car.

When Combas saw that Jiang He seemed a little disappointed after getting in the car, he said a few words to his female companion next to him and immediately started the car.

The car slowly ran out of the slum and disappeared at the intersection.

Combas looked at Jiang He who was leaving, and looked at the stack of dollars in his hand again, and a smile appeared on his face.

The smile... seemed to have a bit of indifference.

He reached out and took out a phone call, Combas said to the person opposite the phone: "Great Master, the person you are talking about has arrived!"

"Yes! He is the son of Jon Hall, Jon Jane Conn and Da Simire."

"Thank you, my honor to serve you."

Combas hung up the phone with a smile on his face.

"Who are you calling?"

Combas had just hung up the phone when he suddenly heard a cold voice behind him.

Um?

Hearing this voice, Combas suddenly turned around.

I saw... Jiang He stood behind him with a cold face, and his eyes were filled with chills.
Chapter completed!