The plane was only discovered by the police after it was reported to the police at 7 o'clock. In a cross-state case, the Portland police contacted them only after inquiring that the plane belonged to the Thurston County Police.

At this time, the Washington side knew that Rambo had left Washington State and came to Oregon.

When they rushed to Portland, Zhou Zhen had already left Portland by car and was about to reach Eugene, a city in central Oregon.

Now, the police can't grasp Zhou Zhen's whereabouts at all, because from Portland, they can escape in several other directions except to the west, and the police have lost the best time to intercept.

What's more, they are not sure where Zhou Zhen will go, maybe it is hidden in Portland.

In this era when computers have just appeared, there is no Internet, and there is no camera. Wanting to find someone is just looking for a needle in a haystack.

After understanding the situation, the Portland police were not worried, because Rambo was originally from Oregon and he was not bloodthirsty.

Although he even robbed the plane, Zhou Zhen has only killed the deputy sheriff so far, and even the sheriff who arrested him was only injured by him.

In the past, he was a hero. After retiring, he was taciturn, hardworking, and not violent.

Such people do not do much harm to society.

Therefore, apart from the Thurston police who wanted to catch Rambo, the police in other places had no interest in Rambo at all.

If this killing machine is annoyed, it will cause social panic.

The Portland police didn't pay attention to the case, and they didn't even bother to send down the report of the arrest of Rambo, and Zhou Zhen easily left Oregon and arrived in California.

Zhou Zhen arrived in San Francisco at two in the morning. He had been to the United States in the 1970s several times, but he had never been to San Francisco once, so he stopped by for a trip this time.

Yes, it is tourism.

In the real world, when he was in junior high school, he joined a tour group with his mother, and his first stop was to San Francisco.

But that is San Francisco in the 21st century. Who can visit San Francisco in the 1970s like him?

This world is not at all threatening to him at all. If he hadn't come to this world at all if he didn't want to vent his anger, since he is here, he would just go shopping.

Moreover, he also wanted to check whether the United States in this world would also overlap with the "Taxi Driver" he had experienced.

If they can overlap, he can use the Ewing family to explode more destructive power.

The car was parked in a waterfront parking lot in Oakland. Although it was already more than two o'clock in the middle of the night, an open-air concert had just ended here, and the crowd was dispersing.

Throughout the twentieth century, the West has always been a symbol of the American Dream, and San Francisco has always been a representative of the West.

This place has always been at the forefront of American trends. The first Western gold rush, the later Renaissance, and all reforms related to the United States, will always be at the forefront.

The rebellion movement in the 1960s began here, starting from the "howl" of the City Lights bookstore, the San Francisco Renaissance initiated by poets such as Allen Ginsberg, and the Berkeley student movement in the 1960s and 1970s. The generation that has shaped the United States has also invisibly opened another page in American life and American spiritual world.

In the Haight-Ashbury area of ​​San Francisco, it was the beginning of the hippie culture. It does not discuss drugs and sex, but only talks about the rock music that Zhou Zhen likes. In this era, according to statistics, there are about 500-1500 rock bands performing here.

It's a pity that it's only seven or four years, and his favorite song "Hotel California" has not yet been created.

Zhou Zhen parked his car in Oakland because he knew that this place was always the most chaotic place. He wanted to meet a few people who didn't open his eyes, and then mixed some living expenses.

He has less than thirty dollars left on him. Although he can hold on for a few days, he still needs to be prepared.

Smelling the aroma from a cart stall selling grilled sausages on the side of the road, Zhou Zhen opened the door and got out of the car. For a dollar, he bought two grilled sausages and a glass of Coke.

Standing on the side of the road while eating, watching the final craziness of the Beat generation.

Most of them are already drunk, but the fragrance in the air is enough to show that it is not the alcohol that numbs their brains.

A drunk man dressed in thin clothes but wrapped in a thick scarf swayed in front of Zhou Zhen's car, opened his mouth, and vomited a lot of sour substances.

Zhou Zhen moved a distance away disgustingly, and didn't have the idea to trouble him.

Looking at his clothes, I'm afraid he can't get ten dollars all over his body.

He came too late and the weather was too cold. The party here ended and soon there was no one on the street.

A large Ford parked in front of the sausage stall. Two big guys sat in the car, and the big guy in the driving seat shook down the glass. "Harry, business is good tonight, right?"

The young man at the stall quickly passed a five-dollar bill with a smile. "It's a pity that opportunities like this are dwindling."

The driver accepted the bill and gave a smile. "Tomorrow night there will be a concert at the Tennis Court Park in Elmwood. You can reserve a booth if you need it."

"Whose concert? If it is not well-known, I am afraid it will be difficult to earn back the booth money."

They were still bargaining there. Zhou Zhen had already understood that these were two gangsters who collected protection fees. If you want to set up a stall, you must pay them protection fees.

Seeing them, Zhou Zhen seemed to see the bills.

Maybe it was because Zhou Zhen watched it a little longer, and the big guy in the driver's seat stared over. "Boy, please roll away a little bit."

"What if not?"

The driver was dumbfounded and stretched out his hand to open the door, while the guy sitting next to him moved faster than him and rushed over with a gun directly. "Where did you go?"

Without opening the pistol insurance, Zhou Zhen did not regard him as a threat, and looked at the driver again. "I'm curious how much did you charge all night?"

The driver laughed and drew the gun from his waist. "Today's income is good, eight hundred dollars. I am afraid you can't make that much in a month! Now, please take out the money from you, otherwise...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, Zhou Zhen grabbed his throat. His companion raised the gun, but before opening the insurance, Zhou Zhen kicked him on the wrist with the reverse leg.

With a click, the pistol flew into the sky, and he screamed while holding his wrist.

The young people who set up the stall didn't even want the stall, so they ran away.

Zhou Zhen didn't care about him, grabbed the gun in the driver's hand with his left hand, and took the gun back with a little effort.

Then, with a flick of his finger, he opened the insurance and pointed it at his head. "Robbery."

"Don't, don't be impulsive... the money is in the box."

Zhou Zhen loosened his neck, but the pistol was still pointed at him. "Don't take risks, bullets won't recognize people."

They opened the front door of their car and found that there was a wooden box with a lid on the armrest box. What was supposed to be a cigar box, turned into a box for change.

The wooden cover was removed, and it was filled with four stacks of loose banknotes, the largest ten dollars and the smallest one dollar, neatly arranged.

Zhou Zhen put all four stacks of banknotes into his pockets, pulled out their car keys, and lost them in the darkness.

Then he pointed the gun at two people. "Go in the car, I don't like looking at your faces."

The two dared not resist, and got into the car obediently.

Zhou Zhen also got into his car. After starting the car, he passed by their car, unloaded the pistol, and threw it into their car.

There are too many guns on his body and he doesn't need such a small-caliber pistol at all.

Seeing Zhou Zhen's car disappear, the two people looked at each other and screamed. "The old convention killed us..."

In 1974, the threshold for the middle class in the United States was a family's annual income of 12,000 U.S. dollars.

This family is calculated based on the total income of a man and a woman, not a single person.

A family with a monthly income of one thousand dollars is the middle class, and the eight hundred dollars is not a small amount of money.

With this money, Zhou Zhen made a circle, got on the Bay Bridge, and crossed the bay to San Francisco.

After a round in San Francisco, he drove the car into a 24-hour garage with the lights still on, and parked the car at the door.

There was a dog barking in the yard, and a middle-aged man covered in oil appeared inside the iron gate.

His eyes circled Zhou Zhen. Zhou Zhen had taken off his police uniform long ago and put on his original clothes, which was also the standard dress of a car wash.

"Something?"

Zhou Zhen said in an Oregon accent: "Is this car interested? Last year's latest Lincoln. I drove over from Portland, and now I have driven less than five thousand miles."

"I don't do this business..."

"Excuse me..."

Zhou Zhen didn't talk nonsense. He turned around and left. Just as he opened the car door, he heard him ask: "How much is it?"

"one thousand."

"This is not your car?"

"If it were my car, would I only need one thousand for this car worth three thousand eight hundred dollars?"

"The new car is three thousand and eighty, and it will drop by 30% when you get it. After 5,000 miles, it will be reduced by 30%. Then it is not your car, and the price will be reduced by half."

Zhou Zhen opened the door and got into the car. "I won't sell it for a thousand less."

"Nine hundred?"

Zhou Zhen got into the car.

The middle-aged looked at the license plate and couldn't help saying: "Then one thousand."

With one thousand dollars in hand, Zhou Zhen set off lightly, carrying a backpack, and soon found a hotel nearby and checked in.

When he went upstairs, with the permission of the boss, he brought all the newspapers beside the bar into the room.

At first glance, I was disappointed.

He heard about Rambo in the world of taxi drivers, but there is no fusion point in this world.

Today's leaders are completely different from that world, and there is no Ewing family.

On the contrary, many names overlap with the real world...

In other words, plans to use the power of the Ewing family to disrupt the entire United States will not work.

Relying on one person's strength, the damage that can be caused is limited.

Moreover, this world only lasts for a month at most, and he wants to make things big, and he can't delay it for too long.