North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 632 - 351 My Name is Qian Feng, Ethnic Chinese_2

Several Vietnamese researchers immediately ran happily toward the right.

They knew from the tall man's recent killing of their Vietnamese colleague that the person on the platform was most likely Vietnamese as well. Though their companion had been killed, they understood from the conversation it was because he had wronged the madman. They had not! Vietnamese don't kill Vietnamese. The right must be safe! We're set!

Following their lead, the rest of the researchers, whether with yellow, black, or white skin, hurried toward the right, including even a dozen second-generation Chinese Americans.

In their view, having been born in the United States, they naturally couldn't be considered of Chinese descent.

On the right, some researchers, worried that these second- and third-generation Chinese Americans might jeopardize everyone, didn't hesitate to expose them. "Go back, Wang!" one shouted. "You're of Chinese descent! Your parents own a laundry shop! Don't stand with us!"

The others joined in the accusation.

"Shut up!"

The tall man yelled, bringing silence to the scene once more. He clapped his hands and pointed to the seven or eight yellow-skinned researchers who remained, bewildered. "It doesn't matter," he said. "If you don't identify as being of Chinese descent, you can go stand over there too."

As soon as he said this, three of the seven or eight yellow-skinned researchers immediately rushed to the right, their faces etched with panic.

They had just been regretting their slow reaction. They hadn't expected the madman in front to be so understanding. So many people on the right, so few on the left. Even a fool would know which side was safe. Surely the madman wouldn't dare to kill so many people on the right? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

That was the general mindset of the majority of people on the right. They weren't fools, just following the herd mentality in their panic.

Seeing that there were still three men and one woman—four yellow-skinned researchers—left where they were, the tall man in front shrugged. "All right, let me introduce myself. My name is Qian Feng. I'm Chinese, but people who know me like to call me Qian 'Crazy'—'crazy' as in madman!"

The last few sentences Qian Feng spoke in Chinese.

Chinese?

The faces of those on the right who understood Chinese visibly darkened.

For the three men and one woman standing their ground, joy had initially lit up their eyes. But upon hearing him call himself Qian 'Crazy,' the nascent joy was once again blanketed by fear.

He truly was a madman. Who knew what a madman might do?

But Qian Feng paid no attention to their reactions. He pointed to the three men and one woman, the four Chinese, and waved at them. "I'm a descendant of the Vietnam Expeditionary Army. My father was severely wounded back in the day and was saved by local Chinese. Afterwards, he stayed and had me. Since you acknowledge your identity, you can leave now."

"Ah?"

The four were ecstatic yet fearful, worried that this person was playing them.

The next moment, the previously locked electronic door slowly opened, revealing a narrow passage just wide enough for one person.

Qian Feng waved the remote control in his hand. "Go ahead. Then call the police. Tell them to instruct all TV stations not to interrupt the program I've prepared for this country. It's coming up next."

"Ah?"

The four looked at Qian Feng in bewilderment again. He didn't seem to be joking. Without pausing to consider his words, they quickly supported each other and fled the nightmarish place, all while the group on the right watched with envy and jealousy.

As their figures vanished beyond the reinforced glass door, the passage was promptly sealed again.

The ones left behind now hated the electronic door they had once thought convenient! Otherwise, with so many of them, how could they be played with like chickens by the madman before them? It was simply because they couldn't run even if they tried!

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

Qian Feng clapped his hands again, pointing to the large boxes behind him. "Ladies and gentlemen, next, I need some helpers familiar with these devices. As a reward, you won't have to participate in the upcoming show."

The crowd didn't care what those things were; they rushed forward en masse, prying open the boxes.

When the contents were revealed, a chubby White researcher, his face alight with joy, snatched a bulky video camera from a group of colleagues. "I can use this!"

"So can I! Give it to me!"

This group of people truly were gifted students. Aside from their professional research, their interests and hobbies were also broad, and they knew quite a lot.

Some quick-thinking individuals among them connected what Qian Feng had said earlier to the equipment. They immediately stepped forward. "Sir," one offered, "I can retrofit these devices onto our lab machines. I guarantee there won't be any problems with signal collection, processing, transmission, reception, and restoration!"

This reminded the other researchers. Several more rushed forward, also expressing their capabilities.

It was but a simple application of knowledge. Weren't they all academic prodigies?

"Hahaha!"

Qian Feng watched this group scramble for the chance to be his lapdogs and laughed loudly. He pointed at them without ceremony. "Ladies and gentlemen, don't you think you resemble a pack of wild dogs fighting over food? Where's your American pride?"

Those shaming words made many subconsciously bow their heads. Their remaining self-respect reasserted itself.

But this didn't include certain strong-willed individuals, like the former director of the research institute, that corpulent man.

Though he was a first-generation academic immigrant from China, he had unhesitatingly sided with the right when choosing sides.

The chubby director was now regretting his decision to stand on the right. With a wounded hand, he was unable to compete with his colleagues and thought his several hundred pounds of flesh would be left behind today.

But the tables had turned. Without hesitation, he clutched his wounded arm, tumbled, and crawled to Qian Feng's feet. He raised his chubby, platter-like face, looking at Qian Feng with fawning eyes. "WOOF WOOF WOOF."

This sudden act stunned even Qian Feng, a seasoned gang boss.

Looking at the chubby Chinese-American director's fawning, tail-wagging posture…

For a moment, Qian Feng just found it tasteless. Had the sacrifices of his father's generation truly cultivated such tail-wagging creatures? He felt it was a disservice to his father and his father's comrades, who had remained forever on that land, and a chill settled in his heart.

Qian Feng waved his hand in dispirited dismissal. "You choose the people. Ten minutes. I want to see a qualified TV broadcasting room. The worthless are fit only to be game material."

"I will not disappoint you!"

The chubby director scrambled up from the ground and looked back at his colleagues, who were looking at him imploringly. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

At this moment, he felt a thrill, even stronger than when he was director. After all, though he was the nominal head of this Underground Research Institute, the White and Black researchers hadn't truly respected him, forcing him to bully only his fellow countrymen. Now things were different. These people were all looking at him with pleading eyes. Even the beautiful White female colleagues who used to disregard him were gazing at him with big, watery eyes. If not for the time crunch, the chubby director really wanted to see how these beautiful female colleagues, and the White male colleagues who used to snub him, would beg.

Relying on existing relationships, he quickly selected several men and women, and they divvied up the equipment and materials.

However, among the boxes on the trailer, one wooden box, about a meter long and half a meter tall, remained. It was locked with sturdy chains and couldn't be opened.

The chubby director looked towards Qian Feng, perplexed.

Qian Feng's lips curled up. "That's the surprise for the broadcast later. Now, take these things to a place suitable for setting up the broadcast."

For easier management, he also distributed a few handguns to the chubby director and his chosen few. Then, tearing open the thick work clothes concealing his torso, he revealed rows of detonators.

"My body is covered in high explosives," Qian Feng stated. "In a confined space, there's enough here to bring down this base. I hope you won't cause any unpleasant incidents."

"Absolutely not, sir!"

The few who received guns looked at the dense array of detonators on Qian Feng's body. Any rebellious thoughts that had just begun to form were completely extinguished. They obediently took the equipment and, pushing the cart with the sole remaining box, headed into the depths of the Underground Research Institute.

The rest also utterly despaired. They followed the group quietly, no longer harboring any unrealistic fantasies.

...

「At that moment.」

Dean, who had been driving like a maniac, had just returned to the university campus.

And the four Chinese researchers—three men and one woman—who had just escaped, reported the events at the Underground Research Institute to the university and the local police station.