Chapter 232: Hawaiian Beaches (Second Update, Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Sun, beach, palm trees.
Fang Yu wore sunglasses, a loose Hawaiian shirt and beach pants, and a straw hat on his head. He lay on a lounge chair under a parasol and comfortably drank a sip of the amber "Mai Tai" in his hand.
This is a Hawaiian specialty cocktail that tastes rich in the sweet and sour flavor of orange, mixed with some bitterness of almonds.
"Sure enough, people from the Great Zhou are everywhere. Even during this off-season, 30% of the tourists still look like they're from the Great Zhou. The economy seems to have been really good in recent years."
"But there aren't many beautiful women. The highest price is only 62 cents."
Fang Yu looked at the girls with golden, red, black, white and colorful hair on the beach unscrupulously under his sunglasses.
After the little rabbit he and Tang Yufei had played with all night opened the door obediently, at noon the next day, he discovered that the light spot that had been moving slowly on the arcane map stopped in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Fang Yu acted decisively, put on the invisibility cloak, and immediately initiated a teleportation on the map.
As expected, the plane was parked at Inouye International Airport in Hawaii to unload and load cargo.
Fang Yu flew directly from Inoue International Airport to the Pacific Fleet Base at Pearl Harbor. He first set up several arcane traps and moved several large boxes of ammunition. Then he flew to downtown Honolulu, spent fifty dollars to buy a set of local clothes, and went to several famous beaches for a stroll.
It’s a pity that with so many tourists, few of them can see through it.
It seems like it's really the off-season.
Fang Yu couldn't help but sigh.
"Hey, handsome guy, are you alone? Do you want to go paddleboarding with us?" Two white-skinned women with tanned bodies cast a coquettish glance at Fang Yu and laughed.
"No, I lost my passport and was going to the Passport Service Center to get a new one." Fang Yu waved at the two women.
The level of 55 cents is not worth being perfunctory about, Fang Yu curled his lips.
Fang Yu strolled in slippers, following the navigation, from Waikiki Beach to the Miami Savings Bank Building opposite Iolani Palace.
Iolani Palace is the palace of the fallen king of the Kingdom of Hawaii. It is actually very small, smaller than the old National Library.
The methods used by the United States to annex Hawaii were quite shameless, and the US Congress apologized for this 80 years ago.
The Honolulu Passport Service Center is on the first floor of the Miami Savings Bank Building. Fang Yu pushed the door open and walked in wearing sunglasses.
"How can I help you?" A black security guard in uniform stopped Fang Yu.
"I lost my passport and need to apply for a new one." Fang Yu spread his hands naturally.
"Do you have an appointment?" The security guard was serious and responsible. Such responsible people are rare in Hawaii.
Of course, it could also be racial discrimination against people of Zhou descent.
"Nonsense, why would I come here without an appointment?" Fang Yu was not polite at all. He pushed away the security guard's arm and walked in with a swagger.
The passport service center is quite busy, with people coming to apply for replacements because they lost their passports.
"What's the problem?" When it was Fang Yu's turn, the fat white man sitting at the workstation in charge of registration had a dull look in his eyes, as if he wanted to get off work quickly.
"My appointment number is P016. I lost my passport and need to apply for a replacement." Fang Yu took off his sunglasses and released a little bit of the aura of a high-level creature.
The fat white man shuddered, glanced at Fang Yu guiltily, and unconsciously showed a flattering smile on his face. He handed over two forms: "My name is Brandon Harris, just call me Bran. Sir, I need you to fill out the DS-11 (new passport application form) and DS-64 (lost passport report form). Don't know how to do it? Oh, it's okay, just fill in your name here..."
Following the fat white man's instructions, Fang Yu quickly filled out the two forms.
"Did you bring your birth certificate or driver's license? Did you lose your driver's license? Uh, do you have a photo of your old passport? Sure, this one will do." The fat white man took Fang Yu's phone and took a photo of the passport.
"Fang Gis, um, I found it. No problem. Of course, we can expedite it. It's just... uh, no problem. It can be expedited in a week at the earliest. Do you need to mail it? No? Okay."
"Uh... one hundred... one hundred and sixty dollars, yes, one hundred and sixty dollars, one hundred and thirty dollars for the passport replacement fee, and thirty dollars for the passport card fee."
The fat white man Brandon hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to tell Fang Yu that the expedited service would cost 60 dollars.
"Ah, if you need a new driver's license, the DMV at City Hall is the closest, less than 800 meters away, a ten-minute walk."
Seeing Fang Yu was about to leave, the fat white man called Fang Yu again and pointed to the location of the nearest DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles).
"You're welcome, sir. It's my pleasure to serve you, sir."
The fat white man nodded and bowed as he sent Fang Yu away. After seeing Fang Yu leave the door, he slumped down in a chair and gasped for breath.
"Hey, Brandon, was that guy your dad? Or do you want him to fuck you? I just saw that your tongue was about to lick that Yami's scrotum." A mixed-race guy next to him, who was obviously of local descent, laughed at the fat white guy.
"Oh my God, I just thought I was going to be eaten." The fat white man Brandon picked up a tissue and wiped the sweat off his head, and the tissue crumbs were all over his face.
"I just fucking felt like Luke Skywalker facing Darth Vader for the first time." Brandon's face was pale. "You don't know what you've experienced, but this guy is definitely a tough guy."
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When he arrived at the DMV at City Hall, Fang Yu did the same thing and got another driver's license from the DMV, also expedited, and got it a week later.
Of course, he did not have a Victorian passport or driver's license. He and Fang Daqiang had visited Victoria twice in the past few years, but had never thought about becoming a citizen.
All of this identity information was a series of fake identities that Youzi fabricated for Fang Yu by hacking into the databases of the Department of Homeland Security, Passport Service, Social Security Administration, FBI, IRS, City Hall, State Government, hospitals, schools, banks, and other places in the United States.
This identity named Fang Gis has all the files and resumes from birth to university. He is extremely innocent and has an excellent credit.
He is of mixed Asian and American descent, both his parents died, he was born in Kaiser Medical Center in Los Santos, and lives alone in Los Santos, a city with a population of tens of millions.
He attended a public elementary school called Third Street Elementary School, which was known for its diverse student body.
He attended John Burroughs Middle School, which is also an above-average school with a diverse student body.
He attended Fairfax High School, a century-old prestigious school. He was dull and honest at school and had few friends.
After being admitted to UCLA, he immediately applied for a leave of absence due to health reasons and went out to travel around the world.
When making the portrait photo, Fang Yu asked Youzi to slightly modify her appearance in the photo, so that she looked like the same person as him, but not the same person.
Fang Yu himself simply used a disguise technique to easily transform himself into the young handsome man in the photo, whose facial features looked more profound.
Taking a look at the arcane map, the plane has already taken off, and this time it should be flying directly to Los Santos.
(End of this chapter)
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