Chapter 320: Crowds of People

The next day.

USA.

Chinatown.

Light rain was falling from the sky, and the sky was even grayer and a little gloomy.

"Look, on those three cars are the crests of the Cowei family of New York, USA!"

"That's the crest of the Samael family in Los Angeles."

"That's the family crest of the Louie family in Florida!"

The outside of First Avenue, that is, three hundred meters away, is crowded with countless people. The most important thing is reporters from all over the world, some from the United States and some from other countries. In the past two days, they have come from all over the world. Came over!

They were all shocked by the news that came out two days ago. Tang Ren, the leader of Cangmen, the world's number one martial arts organization, was dead! Sudden death! Until now, when the funeral is about to take place, no cause of death has been reported!

But gossip news has already been flying all over the sky, about being poisoned by the sect leader and trying to seize the position of the sect leader, being assassinated by other mafia, having cancer and dying after being cured, all kinds of news are endless.

However, none of the news can be confirmed.

But today, it is the owner of this sect who is funeral, and it is real.

Ordinary people die when they die, but the leader of the Cangmen Sect is a very influential figure among the underground forces around the world. His funeral will be attended by major families, mafia, and even American politicians in the world!

They are here just to follow up and report.

It's just that they are all blocked here, blocked on the outside of the First Avenue, because they have not received the invitation letter at all, and they cannot even enter the First Avenue, let alone the innermost Tenth Avenue.

However, the irony is that what is blocking them is not the Cangmen congregation, but the American police! Because the American police must maintain order today! Today is a person's funeral, but it is also a gathering of the world's big guys!

A slight accident can cause a local earthquake!

It's just that they are all gathered here and are unwilling to leave. Maybe they will be able to seize the opportunity to go in at some time, and perhaps, they can also take some exciting pictures here.

Nothing can be said about news.

"You tell me, if Tang Ren dies, who will take over Cangmen!"

"This is the world's biggest boss! Who has this ability?"

At this time, a short Japanese asked in English.

"Who knows this? It must be someone inside the Cangmen. We can't let an outsider do it." A tall Frenchman said.

"Of course, he will be a member of the Cangmen." A Portuguese also added, "And, I estimate that this person must be in his fifties or sixties. Organizations like the Cangmen are most particular about qualifications. "

"Young people, there is no possibility at all."

"Yes, I think so too." Another person nodded.

"Excuse me, please excuse me. I was here for an interview. Please excuse me."

At this time, a young girl in her twenties, wearing a white shirt, a small black suit jacket, ear-length short hair, and slanted bangs, squeezed her way to the front from the crowded crowd.

Although it was raining lightly, she didn't know whether it was sweat or rain on her face.

"This is my invitation letter and my press pass. Please take a look."

As soon as she appeared, the girl held the invitation tightly in her hand, almost crumpled into a ball, and handed it to a man in the distance who seemed to be a small leader of the American imperial police with his hands behind his back.

But her body was still blocked by the wall of police officers, so she couldn't move forward.

"kindness."

"Let her in."

The police officer stepped forward and grabbed the invitation, took a look at it, and said to the policeman next to him.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir."

This woman is none other than Lin Yunhui who came from Seoul, South Korea. As soon as she got off the plane, she saw the email that Li Puming sent her, but she didn't say anything specific. She just said that she had to rush to Chinatown, where a funeral was being held.

Just find out the reason why the person in the coffin died, and take a picture of his front face and bring it back.

In this way, the task is completed.

When she arrived in the taxi, she felt that this matter was relatively simple and not difficult. She had to bury her. The cause of death must be clear. She would just ask someone to inquire.

As for taking a photo, it shouldn't be a big problem if the deceased's family agrees.

At worst, just pay them some money yourself.

In order to become a regular employee, you can give up some money!

But when she got out of the taxi, she knew it was not that simple! Because the taxi she took could not drive to the entrance of First Avenue! The front was blocked by countless traffic and people!

At first glance, she felt a little numb because she had never seen so many people crowded together, especially since most of these people had cameras and the like in their hands.

Obviously, these people are reporters just like her! They are all peers!

"sky!"

Involuntarily, she, Lin Yunhui, took a breath of air-conditioning. She never expected that there would be so many reporters blocking the entrance to a street!

Among these people, there are some with blond hair and blue eyes, some with black hair and black eyes, men and women, old and young. Judging from their appearance, it is easy to tell that these people come from all over the world!

"That's too late!"

"It's past nine o'clock!"

"The funeral time is set for twelve o'clock!"

Looking at the American time on her watch, Lin Yunhui was anxious. You know, this is just the entrance to the First Avenue. According to the information, the funeral is held on the Tenth Avenue! And this Tenth Avenue is at the innermost!

"Brother, why are you all stuck here?"

"Are you all interviewing or something?"

Time is tight, Lin Yunhui still wants to know what these colleagues are doing here, and she vaguely feels that these people seem to have the same purpose as her!

It seems that she has taken on an extraordinary task this time! It is not as simple as she thought!

Otherwise, how could she meet so many colleagues on the same street. Even if Hollywood big stars come out, there will be no such a big battle!

However, deep in her heart, she is a little excited. Aren't journalists like them afraid that the matter is small and not enough to report? For anything, the bigger the better! This time, maybe it is really an opportunity given to her by the editor-in-chief!

Thank you editor-in-chief!

"You don't know?"

"If you don't know what to interview, why are you here?"

The speaker was a tall blond British man. He took a look at Lin Yunhui and probably thought she was pretty, so he said, "Everyone is looking to see if they can go in for an interview."

"None of us are from internationally renowned newspapers, so we don't have invitations. If we had invitations, we would have gone in for the interview."

"For a big event like the funeral of the head of the Cang Clan, there are so many things to report!"