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Chapter 52 The Robin

Lu Yiming pushed open the door, and Mia, wearing pajamas, was standing outside with her arms crossed.

She held a porcelain bowl in her hand, steaming hot.

What are you doing here?

Mia glared at him, annoyed. "Hey, hey, are you kidding me? This is my house!"

As she spoke, she handed the bowl forward.

It contained a light red liquid with a few pieces of chicken floating in it.

Lu Yiming took the bowl, his face full of questions.

This woman brought me chicken soup? What's she up to?

How many pounds of rat poison were put in this soup?

This young lady can cook?

Seeing Lu Yiming's expression that clearly said, "Can this stuff be drunk?", Mia couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"It's Yan Yan! I called her, and when she heard you were injured, she specifically asked me to make this for you!"

She only said half of what she meant.

Chen Ruoyan originally wanted to do it herself, but Mia was surprisingly confident and insisted that she do it.

It's just a motivational quote! Mrs. Gu often shares videos of Chinese dishes with her; Chinese food isn't difficult at all!

"Hurry up and drink! I'll invite you and Yan to my house for turkey this Thanksgiving."

Mia made a bowl of soup and felt like a master chef.

Lu Yiming waved his hand and refused: "No, my ancestors never killed any Native Americans, but it's Thanksgiving."

He brought it closer to sniff it, still somewhat skeptical.

It had a very complex flavor, with chicken, spices, and a slightly pungent odor... The color was different from the chicken soup he had drunk before.

"What did you add?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mia thought back and realized that she had added the seasonings that Chinese people love most.

Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, oyster sauce, fish sauce... all these bottles and jars were purchased and delivered overnight by her, using Rockefeller's name.

"How can you be so ungrateful! I stayed up all night working so hard, and you suspect me of poisoning you?"

Mia got impatient and stomped her feet, yelling.

Lu Yiming thought for a moment and realized that the young lady meant well. At worst, the taste was just a bit unusual, and it wouldn't be right to embarrass her in front of her.

It seems every woman has a heart that yearns to learn how to cook.

He gritted his teeth, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, a violent impact exploded in my mouth.

First comes the distinctive, spicy, and domineering flavor of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, followed by the salty and savory taste of oyster sauce, and finally the bitterness resulting from the combination of MSG and chicken essence.

The various seasonings clashed in his mouth, his throat burned, and his stomach churned.

"Well……"

Lu Yiming puffed out his cheeks and forced himself to swallow the soup, his face turning green.

"...Well, this chicken died for nothing."

Seeing his lifeless reaction, Mia's face throbbed with anger.

"I made this myself! You have such poor taste!"

Lu Yiming took a deep breath, suppressing his nausea, and retorted, "I know your intentions are good, but don't set off yet... Miss, with such a big villa, you should hire a maid."

"Do we need a maid? I just don't like being taken care of."

Mia was unconvinced, thinking that Lu Yiming must have no taste.

"I'm going to learn how to cook Chinese food! Why can Yan Yan learn it, but I can't!"

She snatched the bowl in a huff and took a big gulp.

"Pfft!"

This time it was Mia's turn to spit it out. She wiped her mouth in disbelief as she stared at the soup in her bowl.

"How could this happen? I followed the video that Director Gu's wife sent me exactly."

Well, we're just saying, is it possible that this lady doesn't know how to cook?

Upon hearing Gu Qiu's name, Lu Yiming seized the opportunity to change the subject:

"By the way, how's Director Gu's mayoral candidacy going? Does he have a chance?"

Only if Gu Qiusheng is promoted can Marcus become the director, thus freeing up the position of head of the homicide squad.

Mia took the bowl and tossed it aside with disdain:

"He's basically going to be the next mayor; polls show he has the highest approval rating. Besides, his opponents are just too outrageous."

"The first one is the leader of an LGBT organization who holds up signs every day to protest, demanding that the state government recognize 29 genders. He even threatened that public toilets must have 29 different types of stalls in the future."

"The second one is an animal protection organization called the Vegetarian Alliance. They threatened to shut down all McDonald's and KFC in the city and ban citizens from eating meat, with violators facing fines."

"The last one is the most outrageous. He claimed that the president is an alien and that America is already under alien rule."

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Lu Yiming's lips twitched. What kind of monsters and demons are these?

The American political scene is truly teeming with talent.

He raised his hand to rub his temples: "So, Director Gu can win even while lying down? After all, the others are all too hypocritical."

Mia nodded firmly: "My dad says he's going to be the future mayor of Fremont."

Now, Lu Yiming understood.

We're both of Chinese descent, but look at how well they've managed.

With the backing of the wealthy Rockefeller, it had abundant funds, while its competitors were all attention-seeking lunatics with no competitive edge.

He even suspected that these fake people were brought in by Gu Qiu himself.

Money paved the way, coupled with internal workings within the Democratic Party.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this position will belong to Gu Qiu.

Accidents always happen.

……

St. Mary's Medical Center, Intensive Care Unit.

A week ago, when the case of the dismembered body shocked the entire city, this place was packed with media, and even the blond "Tax King" president came to visit.

Now that the commotion has subsided, the security personnel have long since left.

The nurse on duty took a sip of coffee, then collapsed onto the table and fell asleep.

"Shhhhhh..."

A whistling sound came from the empty corridor.

In the shadows, a figure wearing a black hoodie quietly pushed open the door to the ICU ward.

There are two special patients lying here.

On a bed lies Uma, the Black woman who survived the body-piece case;

On the other bed was Malik, the Black man who had been shot after falling from a height.

They were all wearing oxygen masks and connected to ventilators.

There was some condensation on their masks, proving they were still alive.

"Normally, given their injuries, they should have woken up long ago."

"If you keep sleeping, you'll only become a vegetable and never wake up."

The hooded man extended his black-gloved hand and skillfully removed Malik's IV needle.

He brought it close to his nose and smelled it.

"Heh..." A cold laugh came from under the hood.

"It seems someone is afraid you'll die, but doesn't want you to wake up."

He removed the IV bottle and hid it in his clothes.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out a pistol fitted with a silencer.

Aim at Uma's head.

boom!

The pistol was immediately moved horizontally, aimed at Malik's chest.

boom!

Two soft, muffled thuds.

drop--

The monitor suddenly emitted a piercing alarm, and the waveform on the screen turned into a straight line.

He calmly put away his gun.

Before leaving, he took an object out of his pocket and gently placed it beside Uma's pillow.

It was an origami paper cutout of a bird, with a sharp beak and outstretched wings—

Robin.

"Rest in peace. Since you've become a pawn, make the most of your remaining strength."