"Do you still remember the shootout at Sai Wan Pier a few months ago (see 135 for details)?" Chen Zekun said.
"Remember!" Fearon nodded, "Isn't this case closed?"
"It's settled, but the serial numbers of the batch of firearms we collected were somehow known to Interpol. They said that several of the guns were related to an arms theft case in the Middle East, so they sent people to Hong Kong to investigate."
Fearon was stunned: "What does this have to do with me?"
"You have also handled that batch of firearms, so you should know better." Chen Zekun said, showing his hands, "Someone from Interpol arrived today. We need to send a liaison officer here. Those people all speak English. You, a top student from Harvard, can't talk to them.
There must be good communication, so this task will be left to you." As he said that, he pushed the relevant folder in front of Feren.
Feilun rolled his eyes when he heard this and muttered: "You don't need me to take part in this kind of mission, right?"
Chen Zekun said helplessly: "I don't want to send your sledgehammer to kill chickens, but Interpol selected your general in the phone call to Mrs. Ye, so I can only wrong you!"
This time Feilun was completely speechless. He picked up the folder and saluted: "WESSIR!"
When Feilun came to the corridor, a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. From the conversation with Chen Zekun just now, he had already guessed that Interpol's visit to UKl was not as simple as investigating the arms theft case. There must be other purposes, and this
The purpose is most likely to be against him.
And you personally order generals? It’s funny, when will Interpol be able to command the Security Chief (Mrs. Ye)?
After entering the elevator, Feilun opened the folder and found that the first page was a reception schedule, when to pick people up at the airport, what kind of accommodation to arrange for them... everything was clearly written on it.
The other party expected four people to come, so as a last resort, Feilun had to drive the four-seater, five-passenger car of the crime team and go straight to the outlying island airport.
When we received the call, Interpol sent one more person than expected, a total of four people, three men and one woman. In other words, there was one more white man with a poker face than the information stated.
There were only two men and one woman in the original information. Only descriptions such as name, height, age, race, etc. were unknown. The photos were blurry and the focus was greatly inaccurate. Only the facial features and outlines could be vaguely distinguished.
The Interpol team was led by a man named Lowak, an American. From the information and appearance, he was brown, but according to Eferon's estimation, he should be a mixed-race descendant of African Americans and whites.
Another man who was originally listed in the information was named Romande. His facial features clearly appeared to be of Germanic origin, and the information also stated that he was German. However, Feren chatted with him for a few words using German country slang and found that he answered every question.
They are all very formulaic, and they all answer in textbook German, never using slang.
If he is not a rigid person, then there is only one possibility: this guy is not an authentic German.
As for the only woman introduced in the information, haha... Even though Faerun has seen countless beauties, he almost couldn't help but whistle when he saw her.
This is a beautiful woman, amazingly beautiful!
White short-sleeved shirt, black professional pants, slightly chestnut hair, blue eyes as clear as a deep pool, high nose, sexy red lips, towering chest, slender figure
Waist. Whether you look at Feilun from an Eastern perspective or a Western perspective, you must admit that she is charming.
According to the information, this woman's name is Yiyun.
Richie, like Lowak, is American.
As for the white man with a poker face, there is no introduction to him in the information. However, he also left a deep impression on Faerun, because this guy has skin as white as a vampire.
After sizing up the four people, Feren stepped forward and stretched out his hand politely: "Hello everyone, I am Feren. This time you are coming to Hong Kong to investigate the case. I will serve as the liaison officer. You call me AMlen.
alright."
"Didn't we agree that Mr. MR from the Interpol Liaison Section would greet us?" Lovac didn't even glance at Feren's hand, but looked left and right as if he was looking for someone.
Seeing this, Feilun was not embarrassed at all. Shi Shiran took back his hand, took out a contact card from his butt pocket, and with a snap of his fingers, inserted it accurately into Lovac's jacket pocket and muttered: "There is something on the card."
Wang SIR’s phone number. Since you want to find him, you can contact him yourself. I’m sorry for not accompanying him!” After saying that, he turned around and left without paying any attention to the expressions of the ghost guys.
I heard Yiyun behind me say to the three Lovacs in a complaining and accusing tone: "Okay! We are here to investigate the case, not to show off. Follow us!"
Of course Feilun could hear these words, and he didn't say anything. He walked all the way to the front of the car. He didn't even say hello to the four ghost guys. He sat in the driver's seat, closed the door and started to open the door.
"Hehehehe... Brother, Lovac was just playing a harmless joke with you!" Romande grabbed the car door with a look of helplessness and explained in an authentic New York accent.
After all, the four of them had never been to Hong Kong before. If they made any jokes in an unfamiliar place, they could not be undone by complaining to Faerun. Besides, they were sent here this time, and they had more important tasks, so naturally they couldn't.
Because of a moment of anger, the plan was ruined
Feren glanced at Romand sideways, with a playful smile on his lips, and said: "Brother, you are German, right?"
Romande nodded subconsciously, and the smile on Fearon's face widened, changing from standard American English to a New York accent: "I have to admit, your New York is really authentic."
Hearing this, Romand's eyes flashed with shock and anger. Although it was short-lived, Faeron successfully captured it.
After getting the information he wanted, Feilun looked more relaxed and said: "Brother, seeing that you are so sincere, I will reluctantly pick up a few of your companions who can't find a place to shit!"
Get in the car!"
"You can't find a place to poop." Feilun said this sentence in Cantonese, but as soon as the words came out, Yiyun and Poker-faced's eyes showed a slight fluctuation. Only Lowak's eyes were as usual, not knowing how to waste their time.
Lun was scolding them in a roundabout way.
However, Feilun could see from this that Lowak was just a puppet pushed out to act as a fool, and the focus was on Yiyun and the others.
Of course, it is not ruled out that Lovak's psychological quality and acting skills are super strong and he successfully deceived Feren.
But if that's the case, if Lovak can just go to Hollywood and take home a few statuettes, why would he want to be an Interpol police officer? It should be noted that not everyone in this world has Feren who hides his evil body in
The bad taste in law enforcement agencies is that most people just want to find money and enjoy life.
After the four of them put their luggage in the car and got into the car, Feilun started on the road and asked, "Where do you plan to stay? Do you want me to introduce you to a good home?"
Unfortunately, the four of them were much more wary of Feilun. Yiyun opened her red lips and said softly: "Thank you, we have already booked a hotel."
"Hotel?!" Feilun pretended to be surprised, "The cost is very high, and the police department can't reimburse it! Besides, as far as I know, you are here to investigate the case, so you don't need tourist-level enjoyment, right?"
Lovak finally couldn't bear it anymore. Even under Romande's gaze, he still shouted: "Oh my God! Is this the way you Chinese treat guests? There is no politeness at all."
Fearon didn't feel dissatisfied at all and sneered: "Sitting in a Chinese car and saying that the Chinese are rude, it seems that Americans are quite educated!"
"You don't care whether Americans have good manners or not." Lowak shook his head and said, "On the contrary, what's wrong with us coming all the way and sitting in your car?"
This was simply gangster logic, but Feilun just looked at him with disdain and said jokingly: "I can't control whether Americans are well-educated, but you can't control how I drive, right?"
When Yiyun and others heard this, they were all shocked, not understanding what Feilun meant by this. At this time, the car was just about to drive onto the Kap Shui Mun Bridge. They were surprised to find that the car was accelerating, and the speed per hour had reached a speed of less than ten seconds.
It increased to more than 100 kilometers, and instead of going to the bridge, it rushed towards the junction of the bridge head and the roadside sidewalk.
What's there? The guardrail, and further down is the sea.
All four people in Yiyun discovered this terrifying problem, but Lowak was the first to shout uncontrollably: "Xie Te, shit! Are you crazy?"
"Before I rush down, apologize!" Feilun's face looked relaxed, but his voice was as cold as ice. "At that time, if I survive by chance, I believe Interpol will not be able to do anything to me because it was a traffic accident!"
This statement made the three people in Yiyun feel chills. They could feel that Feilun was not joking.
There was an uncontrollable look of fear in his eyes. On the contrary, Lovac, the stick, sneered: "You don't dare, I don't believe you will die with us."
"Clang!"
Before the idiot Lovac finished speaking, the whole car suddenly jumped up, rushed onto the sidewalk, and headed straight for the guardrail.
Yiyun immediately slapped Lowak and screamed: "Apologise!"
Rovac's brown face turned pale, and he obviously realized the seriousness of the situation, and began to talk nonsense in his mouth. "Apologise! I apologize!! I'm pissing! I'm shit! I'm FVCK my mother..."
Hearing this, Feilun sneered at the corner of his mouth, turned the steering wheel slightly, and the whole car passed the junction of the guardrail and the bridge railing, and drove onto the bridge crookedly.
"Bang-bang!"
The sharp part of the joint scraped from the outside of the car body, making a sharp and piercing sound of death. The four ghosts in the car all breathed a sigh of relief, but still had lingering fears in their hearts.
They were all thankful that they had not snatched Feilun's steering wheel indiscriminately just now. They were glad that Feilun had excellent driving skills and could control the car in time; at the same time, they were also afraid, fearing that Feilun really planned to lead them to their death, fearing that Feilun was really planning to lead them to death.
of absolute decision.
So on the way to Tsuen Wan, they didn't say a word to Phelan, and they didn't dare to threaten him with words such as complaints or warnings.
At this time, Feilun took the initiative to ask: "By the way, you said you were staying in a hotel, which hotel was it specifically?"
After looking around at her companions, Yiyun replied: "Half, Peninsula Hotel!"
"Tsk tsk, stay in a hotel or the Peninsula Hotel. It seems that Interpol is quite rich!" Ferran said sarcastically again.