When Fang Zizai opened his eyes from the brink of death for the third time, the paper with the word "consummation" written on his chest had been pierced by bullets.
That shot in the Los Angeles Police Department parking lot was the beginning of some people's nightmares. They didn't know that this Oriental man, who could still get up to eat a hamburger after being shot through the lungs, had the two most terrible talents engraved in his bones - he could learn everything and be familiar with anyone.
From the Los Angeles patrol to the New York financial giants, from the Texas oil fields to the South African diamond veins, from Tokyo's Ginza to the City of London, from the Middle East base to the backrooms of Washington - Fang Zizai used bullet shells as chips and turned the globe into his own chessboard.
He can perform magic tricks in front of Mexican drug lords, tell jokes in the ears of the Moroccan princess, and even send his location to the FBI while fighting vodka with Russian oligarchs. Some people say he is the most dangerous lunatic on Wall Street, the Pentagon says he is a ghost outside the system, and models at Paris Fashion Week call him "that bastard who looks better in police uniform than haute couture."
But only Fang Zizai knows that sooner or later, the wind blowing from the west coast will carry the dust from the five continents, leaving a sentence in everyone's ears:
"Don't be nervous, I'm just passing by and trying to change the world."
A bullet tore the road to global hegemony, a man who made the whole world unable to do anything to him - when the rules tried to kill him, he became the writer of new rules.
Intention: Don't be nervous, I'm just passing by, trying to change the world.