"Oh." Ye Haoran stood up and packed his things, "So you are here to treat me to dinner."
"Yes." Susan patted her chest, "Let's see how it goes. It's awesome."
"It's not that powerful, at most it's between C and D, and about the same size as Felice's." Ye Haoran said.
"Well...bastard, who asked you to see my breast size? I mean to see my work ID." Susan got angry and slapped Ye Haoran hard on the shoulder.
Ye Haoran chuckled.
Susan took off her work ID card and said, "You see, it has half an extra star."
"It's just a level up. What's there to be proud of?" Ye Haoran curled his lips.
"Although the position is only the first level, it is far from that simple. I used to be in the ordinary security team, and now I have been promoted to the deputy division of the violent crimes department. It seems that it is only the first level, but the violent crimes department has much greater powers. Look, do you know what gun I'm wearing now? The latest model Smith-Wesson M9102 is much more powerful than the Glock I wore before." Susan patted her gun proudly.
Ye Haoran looked at the proud Susan and laughed. It turns out that FBI federal agents can be so cute.
Susan raised her fingers towards Ye Haoran, "Let's go, I'll take you to dinner."
Ye Haoran felt like he was being taken care of, but it felt pretty good, especially when he was with a very straightforward woman like Susan.
The two of them got on Susan's motorcycle. Susan put on her helmet and said, "How does it feel to ride in a police car?"
"You are already the deputy director of some violent crimes unit, why are you still riding this crappy motorcycle?" Ye Haoran muttered, "Why don't you take my car?"
"What do you know? This is Los Angeles style. Do you know how rare this motorcycle is?" Susan said, starting the motorcycle and driving towards the outside of the school with a bang.
A pair of eyes has been staring at Susan and Ye Haoran.
After Susan and Ye Haoran left, a black man showed his figure in the corner. He looked at the direction Susan left, took out his mobile phone, and made a call, "Hey, head, Susan and that Chinese The boys went out riding motorcycles together."
"They are riding a motorcycle." The voice inside asked gloomily.
"Yes, sir, Agent Susan is taking that Chinese boy." the black man said.
"Okay, Black Monkey, continue to follow them. Remember, don't be discovered by Susan. Look where they have gone. I will be there soon." The voice inside was filled with anger and jealousy, and he hung up. Telephone.
Black Monkey put down his cell phone and got into a black Land Rover. The Land Rover followed a motorcycle in front of him and drove away quickly.
"Where are we going?" Ye Haoran put his arm around Susan's waist and asked.
"Chinatown, dear Ye." Susan shouted.
"Ah." Ye Haoran laughed, "You invited me to dinner, and you actually invited me to Chinatown."
"I have always wanted to go to Chinatown to eat delicious food, but I don't have any Chinese friends and I don't know what to eat. This time I have you, so of course I will take you there to eat. Ye, you have to take me to eat the most authentic Chinese food." Food." Susan smiled proudly.
Ye Haoran didn't answer. He frowned and stared at the rearview mirror in front of him. In the rearview mirror, a black Land Rover was following him. Although the stalker was very clever, that car never changed. However, this shows that it is not the police who are following him, but ordinary individuals.
If the police are following you, they will be a group with several vehicles, following each other in turn, for fear of being discovered by the person in front.
Ye Haoran looked at the car and said nothing. Recently, he always felt that someone was investigating him behind his back. Moreover, Ye Haoran believed in his feeling. Now that he saw the car, Ye Haoran became more relaxed.
Ye Haoran never worried about his opponents, he only worried about his opponents hiding in the darkness, because only arrows hidden in the darkness without being fired are the most dangerous.
Not long ahead, there is Chinatown, a typical ancient Chinese style, with red lanterns hanging, and the sound of opera singers everywhere. The Chinatown here is famous throughout the M country, and it is also a relatively authentic Chinatown that has been preserved. Live here. , Chinese people can live without speaking English at all.
The motorcycle stopped.
Ye Haoran wrote down the car model and license plate number, and did not leave the meeting. He and Susan walked towards Chinatown together.
The various specialty snacks inside seemed to be very ordinary snacks in Ye Haoran's opinion, such as Sichuan hot pot, Soviet pastries, Tianjin twists, Shaanxi Liangpi, etc., but in Susan's opinion, they were much more interesting.
Ye Haoran and Susan entered a hot pot restaurant. The owner of the hot pot restaurant was very enthusiastic and entertained Ye Haoran and Susan in Mandarin.
The two of them ordered a mandarin duck hot pot, started eating and drinking, and chatted very happily. After Susan saw the orthodox way of eating this hot pot, she was surprised and shouted that it was delicious.
In the darkness, Black Monkey took out his cell phone and dialed the person's number again, "Boss, they are in Chinatown, at Yipin Hot Pot Restaurant."
"Okay, I'll be there soon."
Not long after, a motorcycle stopped far away in Chinatown. A very strong black man stopped and walked towards the black monkey. Looking at his face, it was Justin, a member of the FBI's Violent Crimes Unit. Director, a strong contender to be the next police inspector.
Justin picked up the telescope and looked at the hot pot restaurant. When he saw Susan's happy face and beaming expression, Justin gritted his teeth jealously because he had never seen such a cheerful and lovely Susan.
Damn Chinese boy.
Justin punched the stone pillar next to him, and a faint punch mark appeared on the stone pillar.
The black monkey on the side was shocked when he saw this fist mark. He only knew that he was very powerful. He was not only the fighting champion of the police academy, but also the king of the underground boxing ring. However, he still did not expect that Jia Sting's fist was so hard.
"Black Monkey." Justin said coldly, "Find a few people and humiliate that Chinese boy for me."
"Okay, head, leave it to me." Black Monkey chuckled and agreed.
"Remember, don't let Susan know that we gave the order. You understand, you don't need to beat that kid to death. You just need to humiliate him severely in front of Susan and make him lose face." Justin said fiercely. said.
"Okay, head."
With that said, Black Monkey took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, Heisan, find a few reliable people to do something. They need to be good at doing things and can do things neatly... Well, okay, see you in Chinatown..."
Soon, the black monkey finished explaining.
Justin looked at Susan and Ye Haoran in the hot pot restaurant coldly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, today is just an appetizer. I will let you know slowly that you can't touch the woman I like." .”
Black Monkey couldn't help but shudder. He discovered that Justin's aura was so powerful, so powerful that it seemed strange to him. Maybe he, the captain, had a more powerful background.
"By the way, how's the investigation going on this guy?" Justin asked.
"Boss, I was just about to report this to you. There are no problems with this guy's passport and visa. Everything is normal. But it's strange here. I want to go deeper to check, but I can't find anything. It’s completely impossible to find out his details.” Black Monkey said helplessly.
Justin waved his hand, "That's it if you can't find out. Hmph, in Los Angeles, even if his previous identity was a tiger, here he has to lie down obediently like a dog and wag his tail. Hmph, OK, I Leave first, don’t let your little friends know my identity.”
"Okay, Tou, don't worry." Black Monkey nodded.
Justin got on his motorcycle and left.
The black monkey was waiting, and not long after, several black people came, five men and one woman. The five men were all strong, and they wore earrings and nose rings. They looked like gangsters at first glance.
"Come here, and after entering the hot pot restaurant, you will do this and this..."
Black Monkey explained and waved his hand.
Several people walked in.
The black monkey squatted in the corner with a sneer on his face, waiting for the show to begin.
In the hot pot restaurant, Susan was talking so much that after eating the hot pot, she became more interested in Chinese food and culture, and kept asking Ye Haoran.
The two of them were drinking wine and talking, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
At this time, a black waiter came towards Ye Haoran carrying a pot bottom.
This is a very normal scene. Although it is Chinatown, there are still black people working here. After all, Chinese people do not have racial discrimination. Many black people like to work for Chinese bosses.
The black man came to Ye Haoran with a basin of hot soup base. He sneered, pretending to be careless, and suddenly tilted his body towards Ye Haoran, and then the entire basin tilted towards Ye Haoran's head. .
"Be careful." Susan, sitting opposite Ye Haoran, was the first to notice the problem and shouted.
Ye Haoran didn't panic at all. He took the chopsticks and quickly threw them up.
The bottom of the hot pot that was originally flipped down suddenly jumped up, and then all the hot ingredients in the copper pot were poured onto the black man's face.
"ah."
The black man yelled, like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, screaming and roaring in pain, because the bottom of the pot was not only hot, but also because it was the bottom of a Sichuan pot, which was spicy, and the inside was spicy. What's left is Chaotian pepper flown in from Sichuan, which is super spicy.
The black man struggled and knocked over a table.
The shop owner ran over in a hurry and said: "Oh, this customer, why are you running around with the bottom of the pot? Oh, please call an ambulance and send him to the hospital quickly."
Susan looked at Ye Haoran in shock. She had just seen the bottom of the pot tipping down towards Ye Haoran's head. Why suddenly, the bottom of the pot turned around and poured towards the black man's head.
Ye Haoran's reaction speed must be too fast.
As if nothing was wrong, Ye Haoran glanced at the black man, then looked at Susan, and said: "Let's continue. You M people are just not used to eating hot pot. Look, it's hot."
"No." Susan suddenly frowned, "The owner of the hot pot restaurant doesn't recognize this black man, which means that this black man is not a waiter here. He was carrying soup base and wearing a waiter's apron just now, pretending to be a waiter. Could it be that , he is here for you."