Her elder sister is not a gangster, she just knows a few gangsters, so arrest her like this?!
Are these European and American countries not enough troubled by 9/11? Are there going to be a few more bin Ladens?!
Octavia was so furious that she picked up her cell phone and made a call to Wiesel's place.
"Are you willing to call me? I thought China was so fun and you had forgotten about daddy." As soon as the phone was picked up, it was Witzel's cold voice.
This is how Weizel talks. In the whole world, Octavia has only seen him speak in a low voice when facing her mother, as if he was afraid that if he touched her, the loud sound would break Yirou.
When facing people other than her mother, she always looks like she just came out of the ice cellar. Including her daughter.
"Something happened to Daddy!"
"Who dares to mess with you?" Wiesel expressed disdain on the other end of the phone.
If you don't offend others, it's considered a blessing to others.
"You're not provoking me! Of course no one dares me, but someone is provoking my sister?"
"Wow la la...dong dong dong..." The sound of something breaking came from the other end of the phone.
Then there was a scream from the other end of the phone, "Sir, that's an antique! It's an antique from David's time..." Then before the man could finish his words, he let out a muffled groan, and he must have fainted.
Although Wiesel holds an important position, he is quite free on weekdays. He collects antiques when he has nothing to do. He seems to be particularly passionate about antiques. He has a warehouse as big as a football field at home, which contains antiques from all over the world.
Collected antiques.
Wiesel not only liked collecting pots and pans but also collected several ancient mummies.
Octavia was very depressed about this. She didn't know why her father wanted to collect such disgusting corpses. If it was really the Ice Love Tribe, wouldn't there be too many corpses in their underworld?
There are all kinds of dead things.
That's still a living, fresh corpse, which is better than those mummies whose skin looks like bacon.
"What's going on?" Wiesel asked angrily on the other end of the phone.
"Sister, aren't you working now? She said she was going to resign this morning, but..."
"Get to the point!" Wiesel interrupted Octavia.
"My sister was arrested by Interpol."
Wiesel's voice sounded angry, "Why are they arresting her? She's not from the Mafia."
"More than two months ago, Ou Qingge and I went to Switzerland to look for information, and then accidentally blew up their intelligence building there. It might be for this, or it might be for something else. In short, the Interpol gang is a bunch of trash who bullies good and is afraid of evil.
Of course it was impossible to arrest me or touch anyone in the Ou family, so I arrested my sister."
"Okay, I'll go to France right away!!" Wiesel said simply on the other end of the phone.
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When Qian Duoduo woke up, he had a headache and the sequelae of ether inhalation, making him groggy.
But this level was quickly interrupted by the bright light that penetrated her eyes. She quickly woke up, and the memories before coma returned to her brain.
She was crying in the elevator of EVE Media Company and was about to go to the EVE Human Resources Department to resign. However, after she got out of the elevator, her mouth and nose were covered by two men in black dressed like robbers. She had no chance to struggle.
He fell unconscious.
When he thought about the money here, he was instantly excited. He suddenly raised his head and saw two foreign white men in suits and ties sitting opposite him.
A young man with blond hair and handsome appearance showed seriousness in his eyebrows. Seeing Qian Duoduo wake up, the expression on his face solidified even more.
One was a little older, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but no matter how he looked at the smile, Qian Duoduo would not think it was very friendly.
Seeing that Qian Duoduo woke up, the older man slightly pushed away the lamp facing Qian Duoduo and stopped shining the lamp on her face.
"Who are you? Where are you?" Qian Duoduo asked alertly when he saw the two foreigners.
But after I said it, I realized that the foreigner might not understand, so I repeated it in English.
Seeing Qian Duoduo talking, the older foreigner took out his police card from his chest and put it in front of Qian Duoduo. He said in fluent Chinese with a French accent: "Hello, Miss Qian. My name is Hua De."
·Pete, the young man sitting next to me is named Hughes Linns, and the two of us are Interpol. Your current location is the Interpol headquarters in Paris, France."
"Ms. Qian, this is my police ID. You can call me Hughes. I hope we can have a happy cooperation today." Hughes also took out his police ID and placed it in front of Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo hurriedly scanned the two police ID cards in front of her. She didn't know whether they were lying or not, and she didn't know if the police ID was a fake.
After taking a quick look, I just felt that the two certificates with names written on them on the table were quite similar.
Qian Duoduo looked at Hughes and then at Huade, and nodded, "Two police officers, I'm just an ordinary Chinese student. Why did you arrest me?"
People may not be too disgusted with the police, but people are definitely disgusted with interrogation rooms, especially in situations like Qian Duoduo's.
There were two policemen sitting in front of her, and she was sitting in the criminal's seat. Being brought to a place like this for interrogation even though she had committed no crime would not make anyone feel good.
Although he didn't know what was going on and hated these two foreign police officers, Qian Duoduo still didn't dare to offend.
Hughes nodded, looked through the red folder on the table, looked at Qian Duoduo, and then looked at the contents of the folder, "Qian Duoduo, born on February 12, XXXX, 22 years old, now at N City University of Finance and Economics
A senior student. In the current internship stage, he usually likes to work and make money. His father is Qian Guangzhen, his mother is Yirou, and his current boyfriend is Ou Haoxuan." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Qian Duoduo, "Am I right? Miss Qian.
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"The first part is right, but the second part is completely wrong. Ou Haoxuan and I have broken up, and I am not his girlfriend!!" Qian Duoduo emphasized.
Although Qian Guangzhen is usually extremely bad-tempered and annoying, he should not be related to Interpol because this old guy is very timid, so Qian Duoduo is not worried about this problem.
But Ou Haoxuan's identity is the leader of the Italian mafia.
Could it be that Interpol came to arrest him because he was Ou Haoxuan's girlfriend?
"Ms. Qian, we are Interpol, not those inexperienced and lazy little policemen in China. You have to use your brains to lie to us!" Hua De looked like he didn't believe Qian Duoduo's words at all, smiled sarcastically, and then said
The photo in his hand was thrown in front of Qian Duoduo.