Chapter 3500 This killer is really not worth the price
Brian's matter was settled. As for the impact, one was that the embassy of country Y knew how arrogant the FBI was, and the other was that the security guards at the University of California became arrogant and few students dared to provoke them at will.
Ye Haoran continued to live his own life. Since he was able to enter and exit the library collection room and advanced laboratories of the University of California at will, Ye Haoran has also become busy. Learning is also a big hobby of his. As a monster genius, he absorbs knowledge It's fun, not a burden.
Two days later, Ye Haoran took a book "Cross-Quantum" and drove home.
Back home, the moment Ye Haoran just stepped through the door, his nose suddenly moved. No, the smell at home was wrong. As a warrior who has cultivated inner energy, Ye Haoran's six senses are much more sensitive than ordinary people. At home, Suddenly there was a smell of curry powder, and Ye Haoran could naturally smell it.
The smell of this curry powder is also mixed with the strange smell of Indian sandalwood and a hint of body odor.
"Damn, there's an Indian Asan at home." Ye Haoran guessed it in his mind at once. He looked at the time and saw that Liu Yiyi hadn't come back yet. Even if Liu Yiyi came back, she wouldn't bring this smell with her. .
Ye Haoran closed the door and pretended that he didn't find anything, so he walked towards the room and walked around the room. Soon Ye Haoran found the source of the smell. In the kitchen, Ye Haoran walked towards the kitchen. I went, took a dagger in my hand, went to the kitchen, and scanned around. There was no one in the kitchen, but there were two footprints hiding on the ground, and the footprints disappeared at the pot.
Ye Haoran was a little strange. He smelled the smell carefully and was even more certain that this Indian Ah San was hiding in the kitchen, and he should be hiding behind the range hood. However, the range hood was not large and there was ventilation behind it. The mouth can only accommodate one child. Could it be that the person who came here is a child? What is his purpose?
Ye Haoran thought about it and decided not to find out this Ah San yet. He lit the gas, turned on the range hood, put in the oil, and then threw a bunch of chili peppers into the pot. In addition to the chili peppers, there were also fatty meats, various Soy sauce, vinegar seasoning, and then turn the heat to maximum.
As the temperature of the oil pan increased, a strong pungent chili smell, accompanied by bursts of thick black smoke, rose up from the oil pan and flew towards the range hood.
There is no movement inside the range hood.
Ye Haoran folded his arms and stood aside, covering his nose. He really admired this Ah San for holding on for so long under such strong and pungent smoke. He couldn't bear it even with a gas mask. So long.
Anyway, Ye Haoran was not in a hurry. He stood aside calmly and waited patiently.
Finally, "Cough cough cough cough..."
There was a coughing sound from the range hood, followed by a clang, and a figure jumped down from the range hood. The figure didn't look big, but after it landed on the ground, there was a crackling sound, and then an adult Indian Asan stood up. This guy is very thin, but he is not short. At this moment, Ah San's whole body is covered with oil, and his face is even more dirty. He is covering his nose and coughing hard, coughing, coughing, coughing, as if he wants to cough out his lungs. .
Ye Haoran stood aside, pretending to be surprised, "You...where did you come from?"
Ah San stared at Ye Haoran, coughed twice again, wiped his tears, and pointed at Ye Haoran, "You...can you cook? Can you cook? Put so much chili pepper, can you?" I want to die...cough cough cough...you Chinese people are so stupid that you handed out so many chili peppers, soy sauce and vinegar...cough cough cough, I'm choking to death..."
Ye Haoran finally laughed, "Hey, buddy, what are you hiding there for? Don't tell me you're here to repair the range hood."
"I...I'm just here to repair the range hood." Ah San glared at Ye Haoran. Seeing the smile on Ye Haoran's face, Ah San suddenly understood that he had been tricked. This bastard, he had already known that he was hiding. It's in the range hood, so I added chili powder and lard.
"You bastard, you dare to play tricks on me, I'll kill you." Ah San rushed towards Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran quickly swung the dagger in his hand, and with a "chi la" sound, Ah San's tendons were quickly severed by Ye Haoran.
"Ah, my hand." Ah San retreated in panic. He covered his right wrist. His right hand was now useless and he couldn't use any strength at all. "You...who are you? You...how could you do this?" So powerful." Ah San stared at Ye Haoran in disbelief.
Ye Haoran sneered and walked towards Ah San with a dagger in his hand, "Tell me, friend Ydu, who asked you to come? I advise you to say it quickly, otherwise, I will not show mercy. You will die in No one here will know." As he said that, Ye Haoran waved the dagger in his hand again, floating in front of Ah San's forehead like lightning, and the curly hair on Ah San's forehead fell down.
"I said... I said, I said." Ah San suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, "Yes... a director asked me to come here. I don't know his real name, but he hired me to come here to kill you. And I stole your mobile phone. Really, I am a murderer. I have no grudge against you. Please let me go. I beg you."
When Ye Haoran heard this, he immediately understood that this guy was brought by Director Fran to take revenge on him. Fran was really trying to get revenge on him, but the killer he hired was too bad. Doesn't he look down on himself? .
Ye Haoran looked at the time, then stepped forward and appeared directly next to Ah San. With one palm, he cut Ah San's neck. Ah San fell straight to the ground and fainted. Before he fainted, Ye Haoran looked at the time. , he looked at Ye Haoran with resentment, his eyes seemed to say, you are so fucking untrustworthy, why didn't you just let me go if you agreed to confess?
Of course Ye Haoran would not let Ah San go just like that. After all, Ah San was also a killer. If Ye Haoran let Ah San go now, maybe he would follow Ah Si and Ah Wu tomorrow and he would be annoyed to death. Already.
Ye Haoran carried Ah San's body downstairs, threw it into the trunk of the car, and then drove towards Hollywood. Hollywood is in a mountainous suburb of Los Angeles. There are several Hollywood figures hanging on the mountainside. The words were very classy. Ye Haoran drove directly inside and found Director Fran in the lobby.
It was obvious that Fran was quite famous. The first person he asked clearly pointed out where Director Fran lived. It turned out that Fran lived in a villa next to Hollywood Street. Ye Haoran drove his car and parked in Fran. In front of Lan's house, he then carried Asan's body and walked towards Fran's residence.
After knocking on the door, an angry old woman's voice came from inside, "Who is it?"
"Open the door, FBI." Ye Haoran showed his work ID card.
Seeing that it was an FBI detective, the door opened quickly. The person who opened the door was an old woman. Judging by her dress, she must be Fran's mother. The old woman had an obviously bad temper and did not give Ye Haoran a good look. She muttered: "What's going on?" thing."
"Look for Director Fran." Ye Haoran ignored the old woman. He carried Ah San's body and walked toward the door. Seeing the lights on the second floor, Ye Haoran walked directly to the second floor.
"Hey, shoes, damn, you all think my old lady is easy to bully, don't you? Do you think it's easy for my old lady to clean the floor? Bastards, Fran, the FBI is here to find you. This guy is just like all your friends. , they are all sloppy people who enter the house without slippers." Fran's mother shouted loudly upwards in a rough voice, which made the whole villa buzz.
"What the FBI, I'm working." Fran said loudly from upstairs.
"Hey, I'm the great Director Fran." Ye Haoran said as he carried Asan's body to Fran's study.
Seeing that it was Ye Haoran, and that Ye Haoran was holding a Yindu man in his hand, Fran understood it immediately. His face turned pale, he stepped back and looked at Ye Haoran, "You...what do you want? Sample."
"Don't be nervous, dear Director Fran, I just want to tell you that you have wasted your money." Ye Haoran said seriously.
"What, what do you mean?" Fran looked at Ye Haoran as if he were a devil. He was really afraid of Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran pointed to Ydu Asan's body on the ground and said: "Tell me, how much did you hire this killer, how much did you spend, and how did you find him? Don't worry, I'm just asking. I understand." Downtrend."
"I..." Fran swallowed, a little nervous. He looked at Ye Haoran. Although he didn't know Ye Haoran's purpose, looking at Ye Haoran's expression, it seemed that he didn't intend to hurt himself. Thinking of this, Fran became nervous. Feeling relieved a little, he said: "A director friend introduced me to him, and he spent seven million dollars. The friend said that this killer is proficient in concealment and is the world's top thief and killer. He is very powerful. "
"Seven million." Ye Haoran rubbed his nose and pointed at Fran, as if he hated iron but not steel, "You, you, you are such a prodigal. Just a thing like this is worth 700,000, which is a lot. This guy smelled like curry powder. He didn't even slip on his shoes when he entered the house, leaving traces everywhere. As soon as I entered the house, I was choked by the smell all over his body. Also, he was stupid and had no professional ethics. As soon as I opened my mouth , he revealed that you were a hired man, and you said, spending seven million on this kind of rubbish killer is a waste of money."
Fran opened his mouth wide, then nodded repeatedly, "It seems, it seems stupid, but what should I do with my money..."
"I guess your money must have been hacked a lot by your friend who introduced the killer. In the future, stay away from such people. Oh, I came here to tell you about this matter and to tell you that you are a waste of money. The second thing is to encourage you. I heard that you specially asked someone to change the script for Liu Yiyi. Well, this is very good. I admire you very much, so I will help you settle this matter. " After saying that, Ye Haoran squatted down, pinched Asan's head with both hands, and twisted it violently. There was a "click" sound, and Asan's neck was broken...