I, Doctor in the US

"That idiot!"

Owen cursed Fulton even as he tossed the flashbang.

Apparently, the black guy mistook the cars behind them for enemies.

And the one driving was Owen.

Fulton actually wants to ditch me?

F*ck!

Honestly, if not for having to protect this guy, Owen might have kicked Fulton's ass hard.

But for now, one flashbang seems to be enough.

Everyone in the room, including Fulton, was stunned.

After Owen went in, without caring, he dragged Fulton away.

Even though he was dazed, Fulton still had some sense.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Still struggling?

Still shouting?

Owen gave him a swift chop, and this guy instantly shut up.

But, with his shout and struggle, the others in the room reacted.

Even though their heads were spinning, some had guns.

They fired a few shots in that direction.

Ah ah!!

Did they hit?

Not sure, but someone yelled.

Fortunately, it doesn't take long to recover from a flashbang.

Of course, it might cause more severe damage, like leaving ears ringing.

But for now, they couldn't afford to care.

Once they saw Fulton missing, they immediately wanted to chase.

But...

"My, my leg!"

Turns out, did those shots hit one of their own?

"Forget it! Chase them!"

Their steps were shaky, but Lady Maeve still led the charge.

...

"What exactly is going on? What do you want from me?"

Fulton was tossed into the car, and Owen started it up, quickly leaving.

This black guy was yelling so loudly, Owen was quite frustrated.

"You better shut up, or else..." Actually, Owen regretted not chopping harder.

After all, he had to protect Fulton.

But leaving now... this choice wasn't wrong.

They were outnumbered.

Fulton dared not speak loudly, but he still couldn't quite understand.

"Can you tell me what's going on? Why did those people have guns, why..."

"Are you dumb? How could you not know why they want to shoot you?"

This question... indeed, Fulton felt a bit embarrassed.

Really, he should have guessed earlier.

Those guys were definitely targeting him because of the lawsuit against Purdue Company.

But... so strange!

Is it necessary to send so many assassins?

Moreover, these assassins don't seem very professional.

Though Fulton wasn't a killer, he had seen many movies and shows.

In those, assassins usually worked alone.

Sometimes, having too many assassins can lead to trouble.

At least, they rarely acted together, right?

And their actions this time were really clumsy.

Fulton thought this, so how could Owen not see it?

"Our opponents this time are interesting."

"Oh, this..."

The sudden comment caught Fulton by surprise.

As if they were already familiar with each other.

The feeling was strange, but Fulton also found it comforting.

He must be here to save me.

Then...

"Those guys, are you..." Fulton began but didn't know how to continue.

And Owen was quite amusing, "Alright, it seems you get it, then that makes it easier."

What does he mean, I get it too?

Fulton was puzzled.

But soon, he saw pursuers coming from behind!

...

East of San Diego is a rather desolate but scenic area.

Anyway, if they kept going east, they could take Route 66.

And Lady Maeve and her team were coming this way.

Their cars were quite varied.

There's a Toyota, a Ford, and others.

But they were confident in their numbers.

These guys were very confident.

The target was in the car ahead of them.

And it looked like there were only two people.

Fulton was a non-issue, just a matter of dealing with that bastard.

He actually used a flashbang.

This was indeed a bit unexpected, but Maeve and her people thought, it's not a big deal.

We have more people, we have guns!

This group of guys gather together, probably about a dozen people.

It looks like a win from every angle.

Of course, they were also a bit puzzled.

Earlier in the city center, why didn't that later guy shoot at them?

During the time they were stunned by the flashbang, although it wasn't long, if he had opened fire, several of them would have fallen.

After all, one of them did get accidentally hurt.

But these are just simple thoughts.

They continued the chase, while the car in front kept fleeing.

It's just that the car up ahead was getting slower and slower.

After who knows how far, the car in front pulled into a motel.

In the United States, there's no shortage of these kinds of motels.

Because this country indeed has vast areas and sparse population.

Moreover, people like driving, even across states.

So, motels are very popular.

These motels are convenient to stay in and often don't even ask for an ID card.

Yes, sometimes you just give them money and that's it.

Because sometimes, it might just be a matter of one night to forget everything.

But not much more to say, Owen and Fulton entered the motel, immediately drew their guns on the owner.

The owner was dumbfounded, originally thinking of resisting with a gun, but... forget it, the other party obviously looked tough to deal with.

"What do you want?"

"Turn off all the surveillance, and destroy all your tapes!"

Huh? What kind of request is that?

The owner really couldn't figure it out but had no choice and had to comply.

And afterwards, Owen casually took a key and left with Fulton.

"Do we need to open the door?"

"Don't talk nonsense, we're both men, I'm not interested in your ass."

This... Fulton was a bit helpless.

Actually, he meant it literally, it was just a statement made in urgency.

And Owen just... making a joke, trying to lighten the mood.

After a short while, the room door opened, and Fulton was kicked in.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"Just stay put."

Could it be, this is to protect Fulton?

A bit strange, but Owen just left directly.

When Maeve and her people arrived, parked the car well, and then they all went in armed.

"You guys..."

"Cut the crap!"

The owner raised his hands.

Earlier he thought that guy was tough to deal with, now he's absolutely sure there are too many of these guys!

Today really is a bad day!

The owner thought to himself, he used to be the bully in this area, who dared to provoke him?

But now... forget it.

"Where are those two guys!"

"I... okay."

The owner pointed to the empty spot where the key was taken, there was a room number there.

Maeve and the others went directly over, anyway, their minimum task requirement was to eliminate that Fulton.

The reason they previously wanted to ask about the information Fulton gathered was to complete the mission better.

Take out Fulton, and then destroy the data.

Then this case could be erased without a trace.

But their plan was good, though their strength...

Just as they arrived outside the room, Maeve and the others saw Fulton's figure.

He was right in the room, even looking out.

What are they waiting for?

"Open fire!"

Bang bang bang!

Shotguns, sawed-offs, pistols... mainly a variety of weapons.

Quickly this room was riddled with holes.

Motel rooms are like this, actually, each room is basically a small cabin.

The land in the United States is vast, and land in such places is not valuable.

Now, after hitting the house like this, Fulton should be dead, right?

Maeve and the others just walked up to the door of the house, suddenly as if they touched something.

Someone tilted their head, instantly terrified!

What did they see?

All they saw were two green things with some words written on them.

The English translation was roughly: This side facing enemy.

Boom! Boom!

Two especially tight explosions in succession.

The two claymores exploded, Maeve and the others were all down on the spot.

It was only then that Owen walked out.

"You guys were never professional killers, not interesting at all."

But anyway, to fulfill Zhou Mo Sen's instructions.

He's checking if there are any survivors.

After all, although the claymores are powerful, with so many people, someone should have decent luck, right?

Soon, he found Maeve still breathing...