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Chapter 995 Don't meddle

The next day, in Washington, a drive-in restaurant.

There were not many people in the restaurant, only about three or four tables of guests. Near the window, a young man was looking around.

This person is Zhiyang who participated in the assassination of Huo Dongsheng. He was wearing a half-sleeved T-shirt and a peaked cap, and was slowly tasting the free coffee in the cup.

He seemed to be enjoying his coffee, but his eyes were looking at every passerby through the window.

"Waiter," he called the waitress with his hand, pointing to the empty cup: "More coffee."

The waiter came over with a coffee pot and filled Zhiyang's cup.

Zhiyang picked up the coffee cup and just took a sip when a figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

The store door was pushed open, and the wind chime on the door rang. A tall white man, wearing sunglasses and a mask, strode to Zhiyang's position, bent down and sat down.

"Why did you choose a place like this? There are too many people." The man in sunglasses whispered.

"No one pays attention to a place like this." Zhiyang replied calmly.

The man in sunglasses was silent for a while, stretched out his black-gloved hand, took out a white bill, placed it on the table, and then gently pushed it to Zhiyang.

"Ticket." He lowered his voice and said, "Go to Pier 7. There is a silver speedboat. Take him to the island. When you get there, an officer named Jones will be waiting for you on the shore. He will take you to the meeting you want to see.

guy."

"Thank you." Zhiyang nodded, reached out from his clothes, took out a thick brown paper bag, and threw it on the table.

The man in sunglasses picked up the paper bag, squeezed the thickness with his hands, and then quickly stuffed the paper bag into his arms.

"The favor I owe you has been repaid..." He stood up and roared in a low voice: "Don't come to me again next time."

After speaking, he quickly left the restaurant without looking back.

Zhiyang took his time and drank the coffee in the cup before wiping his mouth, then stood up and put the tip on the table.



Night, Zhadao.

A speedboat broke through the calm sea and drove towards the small pier on the back of the island.

On the pier, a green military jeep was parked there, with a white officer sitting in the car, looking around.

The speedboat slowly docked, and Zhiyang jumped onto the shore nimbly. He quickly looked around before walking towards the jeep.

After Zhiyang got into the car, Officer Jones, who was sitting next to him, did not look at Zhiyang. Instead, he pointed at a set of military uniforms placed on the seat and whispered: "Change into it."

Zhiyang didn't waste any time, immediately took off his clothes, put on the military uniform, and dressed up like an ordinary soldier. The car then slowly started and drove towards the island.

About ten minutes later, the car approached the heavily guarded Zhadao Prison. Through the window, Zhiyang could see soldiers walking back and forth on the wall. The searchlights at the four corners were shining regularly on the surrounding area.

With Jones leading the way, the car entered the prison without any obstruction. When all the guards saw the white officer, they immediately saluted and then raised the railing to let him through.

After a while, the car stopped at the back entrance of the prison, and Zhiyang got out of the car with Jones.

"Follow me." Jones said very little, he just said one sentence, and then walked directly into the passage with Zhiyang in a swagger.

After passing through several iron gates, Jones stood in front of a closed door and nodded to Zhiyang: "Go in... you only have ten minutes."

"Thank you." Zhiyang opened the door, and inside was a room used for visits. A glass wall divided the room into two halves, and an old man with gray hair sat opposite the glass wall.

Zhiyang walked over and sat in front of the old man. The old man was obviously stunned for a second, and then he said slowly: "I don't know you."

Zhiyang glanced around and found that there were no cameras installed on the wall. Then he looked at the old man and said with a slight smile: "Once we meet, we will get to know each other."

The old man frowned slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhiyang lowered his voice: "Qingyi Bureau..."



In Dragon City, at the entrance of the General Administration Bureau, willow branches swayed in the wind, and various office vehicles passed back and forth.

Across the street, a black off-road vehicle was parked. Yu Mingyuan was sitting in the cab with his eyes closed, smoking.

In the span of a cigarette, the door opened, and Su Tianyu walked out of it with long strides alone.

He walked directly to the SUV, opened the passenger door and got in.

"Why are you looking for me?" Su Tianyu looked at Yu Mingyuan and asked softly.

"I want to say hello to you." Yu Mingyuan popped the cigarette butt out of the window, and then said: "I will chase the Chinese Workers' Union, but don't move on your side."

When Su Tianyu heard this, he immediately asked: "How far have you gone? Have you found out why they met with Zhao Yan?"

"This has not been found yet," Yu Mingyuan waved his hand: "But I already have some clues. I just want to tell you, the people on your side must not move, otherwise they will easily conflict with me, and the flood will come.

to the Dragon King Temple."

Su Tianyu was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Hold on tighter... don't go too far."

Yu Mingyuan smiled: "Okay, don't worry."

After hearing this, Su Tianyu stretched out his hand to pull on his seat belt, and then said: "Let's go, find a place to eat."

"Okay, I'll treat you."



St. Paul City, in an apartment.

Huang Peishan took a bath, then walked out of the bathroom naked with a big belly and went straight to the bedroom.

There was a young girl lying on the bed in the bedroom. When she saw Huang Peishan, she immediately showed a charging smile on her face: "The pills have been crushed. Don't choke. Drink it."

Huang Peishan is also a straightforward person. He pointed at the two-meter-high and three-meter-long cabinet next to him and said: "Go ahead and pick one for yourself. Bring your work tools as well. Then insert a tail. I like the furry feeling...

….”

"I told you earlier." The girl got up and went to get the props from the cabinet.

Huang Peishan smiled slightly, reached for the crushed pills on the bedside table, and prepared to work like a young bull until four in the morning.

"Di Lingling!" A sudden phone ringing sounded.

"Hello?" Huang Peishan answered the phone with a slightly unhappy tone.

A man's voice came from the phone: "President, there is something going on over there in the prison."

"prison?"

"Yes, they called me just now." The man on the phone said softly: "Look, do you want to come back, or do you want the informant over there to contact you directly?"

Huang Peishan rubbed his face, raised his head and shouted: "Okay, don't take it!"

"Ah?" The girl was stunned.

"I'm going back now!" Huang Peishan hung up the phone, stood up and said, "I have to go, let's talk tomorrow."

The girl held a stick more than ten centimeters long and walked over: "Don't be too tired."

"I told you, don't take it."

"...Then it doesn't make sense for me to stay by myself!"

"Fuck!" Huang Peishan was stunned for three seconds, quickly changed his clothes, and quickly left the park, and called Huo Dongsheng: "President, I found some news here. Yes, it's Qing Yi

That guy from the bureau...!"


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