When Jue Mo called Zixuan, he was checking information in the study. He had just found the news and was about to contact Jue Mo when he called.
"Yes, I checked just now and traced an IP. Ruofeng went to check that IP." Zixuan mocked angrily, "It's not bad now. It's so valuable. It's a shame."
"Zixuan, you really know me best. I was just thinking about telling you and Ruofeng this news, but you didn't act so quickly before I did." Jue Mo's voice came from the phone, and it seemed like he really
He's not worried at all. It's fair to think that if everyone who wanted his life could get their wish, he would have died hundreds of thousands of times.
"Could it be related to the recent arrests of several drug trafficking groups?" Zixuan suddenly remembered and his eyes froze slightly.
The Italian Mafia has always been the most important link in the Colombian-European drug trafficking network, but Jue Mo has always had a lack of interest in drug trafficking. They are all surprisingly similar in this regard. They are reluctant to deal with drug trafficking and smuggling.
On the one hand, it is personal preference, but on the other hand, it is also because Interpol, the U.S. Intelligence Agency, and some law enforcement agencies in Europe are tightening supervision on drug trafficking. They are all very consistent in having as little contact with this area as possible.
Because of Jue Mo's relationship, the mafia is not as active in drug trafficking as before. Although Jue Mo and Jing Yu did a good job of appeasing the drug lords, many people still think that Jue Mo's existence affects their interests. After all, this godfather
Although they did not prevent drug smuggling, they did not take the initiative to connect people, and rarely participated in it, which hindered many people from getting rich.
"It's possible that Venezuela sent a message asking me to help, but at that time I was busy with Jingyu's affairs, so I ignored them." Jue Mo's voice also became serious, and he thought about this with concern.
The possibility exists, "If it is really over there, it will be troublesome."
The Colombian drug cartel turned its attention to Europe because of the saturation of the cocaine market in the United States, and Italy was their main battlefield. They contacted the Mafia from the beginning. After all, having the Mafia's escort would be beneficial to them.
It was a great convenience, but Jue Mo ignored it and just accepted it casually.
After the people over there came over, they were captured by DEA (U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration) agents in Italy and sent to the headquarters in Virginia, USA. The Italian government even sent commissioners to cooperate with the operation.
This operation is the biggest gain for DEA agents in the past few years. Although the leader of the drug trafficking group was not captured, several important bases were seized and many small leaders were also arrested, which should be able to provide a lot of information.
As for the dea's operation this time, the mafia did not intervene, which aroused many people's discussions. There was even public opinion that the Italian mafia was the military behind the scenes. It was not only the lackey of the Italian government, but also now defected to it.
The U.S. Federal Bureau of Investigation.
"Well, I know, I will find out as soon as possible, and you should be more careful over there." After Zixuan and Juemo said a few words, they hung up the phone, and their slender fingers began to dance quickly on the keyboard.
I directly invaded the DEA headquarters to see if there were any clues. Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, I couldn't find anything.
Zixuan frowned. Did he guess wrong? Is it a personal grudge? If it was a personal grudge, the scope would be much larger. He would still prefer a kill order issued by a certain group or organization, because there are still negotiations in this category.
If it is a personal grudge, it will be complicated to investigate and it will not be easy to find the person.
Sighing, closing the computer and rubbing his temples, Zixuan realized that he was definitely working hard. Too many things had happened recently, leaving him almost no time to relax. He was also a person with a heavy sense of responsibility.
You can watch your friends in danger while you sit back and watch.
He smiled helplessly, shook his head, forget it, no more guessing, let's wait for Ruofeng's news.
He walked downstairs, and before he reached the living room, he smelled a familiar fragrance. His heart moved slightly, and he walked towards the kitchen. Sure enough, he saw Luo Qing wearing a cute apron, busy in the kitchen. He leaned on
Beside the kitchen door, his irritable heart suddenly calmed down. Seeing her serious look, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
"Zixuan..." Luo Qing looked up and saw Zixuan standing at the door. She smiled at him, but her hands did not stop. She was making a small cake.
"Want to help?" Zixuan walked in, hugged Luo Qing from behind, and kissed her earlobe habitually. Luo Qing couldn't help but shy away with a smile, but he didn't let go, as if he was holding her, as if he owned her.
Same as the whole world.
Luo Qing glanced at him quietly, then let him hold her. She asked softly, "Are you tired?"
Although she knew he was an invincible guy, she still couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Luo Qing heard George mention that Zixuan had not taken a vacation in the past ten years and worked day and night. She often felt distressed, and then she made up her mind to do it in the future.
You must take good care of him. If he wants to protect those he cares about, then let her protect him.
"I'm not tired." Zixuan's muffled voice came from Luo Qing's long hair, "With you here, I don't feel tired."
Luo Qing finally couldn't help but put down the things in her hands, turned around, stood on tiptoes, covered his lips, and kissed him softly. Zixuan, on the other hand, was not as passive as before, but rather enjoyed Luo Qing's initiative and smiled slightly.
Close your eyes and let her do whatever she wants.
It wasn't until a coughing sound that Luo Qing quickly took two steps back and looked at Qiu Zhenghao at the door awkwardly, "Grandpa..." She was speechless and felt that her whole face was red.
"Grandpa, it's very immoral to interrupt other people's intimacy." Zixuan licked his lips nonchalantly, looking at the shy Luo Qing with an evil smile on his face.
"I saw that the chef and the housekeeper were standing at the door of the kitchen and didn't dare to go in, so I came over out of curiosity to take a look." Today, Qiu Zhenghao is gradually becoming like an ordinary old man, and occasionally jokes with Zixuan. Unlike before, he would just open his mouth when he opened his mouth.
Just talking about business, maybe sometimes, with the laughter of children in a cold home, everything will change.
"So they know each other very well." Zixuan glared at Qiu Zhenghao angrily, making him burst into laughter. Luo Qing was so shy that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl in.
"Hahaha, I am an ignorant old man and I'm leaving. Keep going, keep going." Qiu Zhenghao left with a hearty laugh.
Zixuan blinked and looked at Luo Qing, "Should we continue?"
"Go on, you're about to go out, I'm busy." Luo Qing glared at him angrily and pushed him out, ignoring his plaintive eyes.
"Honey, I know that you still have more to say." Zixuan walked to the door, turned around and said seriously to Luo Qing.
"..." What he answered was a carrot, but it was a pity that such a large hidden weapon did not hit Zixuan.