Ye Ningyuan did not find any information on the computer, but only found a message, "Interpol has transferred Wushuang to the federal government. From today on, Wushuang has become the most wanted criminal in the federation and is no longer under the jurisdiction of Interpol."
The transfer of departments also means that the nature has changed.
From a simple international crime, it has become a counterintelligence crime, terrorist organization crime, drug crime, and multiple crimes, all of which fall within the scope of federal jurisdiction.
Xu Nuo frowned. Carter had been chasing Wushuang for so many years without any success. It seemed that he had no choice but to turn it over to the FBI under pressure and add so many more charges to Wushuang.
But the question is, what is the relationship between unparalleled crime and warmth?
Promise is puzzled.
After making more than a dozen phone calls, the information obtained was almost consistent with the information Ye Ningyuan found. The specific reason was unknown. It seemed that it was an impromptu decision by the top person in charge and was not recorded in the case.
Nuan Nuan is quite famous in the United States these days. He is an artist and is so special. Aren't they afraid of attracting criticism?
Cheng Anya was worried about Wen Nuan and Fei Mo, so the night was very difficult.
"Mommy, don't worry. If Feimo can't solve the problem, Nono and I will go to the United States." Ye Ningyuan gently comforted Cheng Anya. There was little use in large numbers. He and the people he promised could contact Ye Feimo.
It doesn't matter whether they are in the United States or not.
That's all it can do for now.
When Wen Nuan woke up, her eyes were dim, with water dripping down, as if she was in a huge basement. She was tied to a chair, with shackles on her feet, unable to move. What surprised Wen Wen most was that
, her top was taken off, and she was only wearing a low-cut suspender belt. The cold wind blew in the underground, and the warmth was very frightening. There was a lighting lamp on the roof of the basement, and the walls looked very old. On the table on the other side
There were many instruments of torture, and there were many chains on the ceiling of the basement... It looked like a prison cell.
"Who's there?" Since she was in the United States, she was used to speaking English and spoke with a not too pure American accent. She vaguely saw a few people standing in the shadows, but she couldn't see clearly because of the dazzling lighting.
The lamp hit her so hard that she could barely open her eyes. She couldn't see clearly who was in the dark and who was arresting her. After she came to the United States, she studied and filmed peacefully. She never
Who has she offended? Who wants to arrest her?
The light was dimmed a little, and the warmth finally adapted to the light. There were several chairs directly in front of her, and a black man and a white man were sitting on them. Both of them were very tall, strong, and looked heroic. Except for them
, there were several men in black suits, and an elegant man ten meters away from them looked at her with pity, seeming to sympathize with her plight.
Wen Nuan asked uneasily, "Who are you?"
"My name is Will Robert." The black man said with a smile, looking very polite.
"Daniel Smith." The white man said, his attitude was quite mild.
Will and Daniel, Wen Nuan didn't know them at all, and they didn't know why they arrested her. She had experienced a kidnapping incident in Rome before, and this time she seemed much calmer, not so panicked, but just a little vaguely uneasy.
It was this calmness that made the FBI people even more suspicious of her identity and background.
When an ordinary woman is caught in a place like this, she will yell, scream uneasily, and clamor for their release. The United States is a place that values human rights and freedom. Obviously, she is much calmer than ordinary people.
Daniel picked up a blank piece of paper on the table and said, "Wen Nuan, a Chinese artist, the ex-wife of Anning International President Ye Feimo, currently studying in the performance department of xxx University, and her parents are businessmen."
Wen Nuan frowned. She didn't care what they were saying at all. She felt extremely angry about her current situation. She was tied up, her feet were cuffed, her top and coat were taken off, and she was only wearing a low-cut dress.
She could see the looming view of her chest whenever she lowered her head, which made Wen Nuan very uncomfortable, especially since there were so many men in the underground interrogation room.
She was so angry that she asked sharply, "Can you put some clothes on for me?"
Several police detectives standing nearby laughed, "Aren't you an artist? Artists can take off their clothes in front of a national audience. It doesn't matter if they expose their shoulders. Stop being pretentious."
Wen Nuan narrowed his eyes coldly, and said with an imposing manner, "Even if I take off my clothes in front of the audience all over the world, without the Internet and without buying movie tickets, you are not qualified to watch."
The faces of those people changed slightly. Will picked up a photo on the table with a butterfly tattoo on it. He asked, "Listen, girl, don't be so quick to talk. Do you recognize this butterfly tattoo?"
"Who are you?" Wen Nuan asked one word at a time, "You are illegally detained. I don't care who you are. I want to see my lawyer. I have the right not to answer any of your questions."
"That will only happen if you can see your lawyer." Daniel said, "Ms. Wen, I think you'd better cooperate so that both of us will be happy."
Wen Nuan looked at them in silence, looking up and down at this group of people. She really didn't know who they were and what they were going to do. This photo was of a butterfly birthmark, and the color was exactly the same as the one on her shoulder.
Maybe they took the photo. Is it illegal to have a birthmark on my body?
Compared to their rudeness, Wen Nuan didn't intend to say a word or cooperate.
The elegant man standing in the distance said, "FBI, Miss Wen, you'd better cooperate."
Wen Nuan was shocked. There was one person who for a moment suspected that there was something wrong with her ears. She had only heard this word from Hollywood blockbusters. It was very powerful, very awesome, pervasive, and capable of detecting countless rare cases.
This and her life are completely different worlds.
She never thought that one day she would be invited by the FBI, and in such a humiliating way. The elegant man continued, "This is an underground interrogation room. You are suspected of counterintelligence, drug crimes, and endangering the U.S. government."
For several crimes such as security, it is best for Miss Wen to cooperate with us. Maybe you will be able to walk out in a while, or maybe you will stay here forever."
His pronunciation was very pure and his speaking speed was not fast. It seemed that he took into consideration Nuan Wen's English proficiency that had some grammatical errors and not very accurate pronunciation, so he spoke very slowly to allow Nuan Nuan to digest the meaning of his words.
Wen Nuan fully understood what he said, but what he didn't understand was why he was suspected of counterintelligence, drug crimes and endangering government security. Isn't this nonsense?
