Under the night sky of Los Angeles, lights were bright, and traffic was heavy.
The San Gabriel Valley Region was the center of the Chinese community in Los Angeles, located on Jiawei Avenue in Monterey Park City, where the vast majority of shops were operated by Chinese.
Under the nighttime sky, three men sprinted down Jiawei Avenue; one was a Chinese man, and the other two were Black.
It was already past 11 p.m., and most of the shops on Jiawei Avenue had closed. There was not a single pedestrian in sight on the streets.
On such a quiet street, the sound of the three men running quickly and panting was particularly harsh.
All three men were carrying guns. One of the Black men had a wounded left arm and was dripping blood as he ran. The Chinese man in the middle, carrying a large belly and panting like an ox, had turned a deep purple. He looked almost as if he was suffocating. But he dared not slow down and was desperately running forward.
"Whoo...whoo..."
"Someone's there!"
