What Ye Haoran said was very righteous, but in fact Ye Haoran also knew that Miles had been uneasy recently due to such a commotion today. After all, Ye Haoran just used Miles' pistol, and just now, Ye Haoran deliberately called out Miles's name several times.
Miles cursed Ye Haoran in his heart, but he couldn't say it. He was very depressed, so he could only drag Ye Haoran to a private room as soon as possible. After arriving in the private room, Miles arranged a table to eat. Of course, they were all Western-style food, but the wine was not red wine, but vodka. Several people kept urging them to drink, and Ye Haoran also refused to accept anyone who came. Soon, Ye Haoran pretended to be drunk.
Miles sneered, shook his head and stood up, then waved, two busty M country women walked in, the two women pulled Ye Haoran to sit on the sofa in the box, and then began to seduce Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran felt something was strange, but he did not point it out, but continued to pretend to be drunk. Soon Miles and several other agents walked out of the box, and then they closed the door of the box.
The two women put their hands around Ye Haoran's neck. Ye Haoran felt something was wrong. He found that the forearm muscles of the two women were very obvious, and their fingers clearly had old skin left from dagger training.
Thinking of this, Ye Haoran bent down, and then he grabbed the two women's necks with both hands and pressed them on the table. The two women were a little surprised when they saw Ye Haoran suddenly going crazy, but However, they did not panic, and directly used their hands to use their knives, slashing towards Ye Haoran's neck.
Ye Haoran sneered in his heart. It seems that there is indeed something wrong with these two women. No, these two women were found by Miles. So it seems that Miles must want to take his own life. Why did he Would he choose to take his own life in this way? Could it be... Ye Haoran looked towards the corner, and sure enough there was a camera flashing there.
Ye Haoran understood. This Miles was indeed an old fox. He wanted to use the hands of these two chicken girls to get rid of him here, and he wanted to get rid of him cleanly and also There is no evidence left. Using these two women, it is as if he died while visiting a prostitute. Miles can even pretend that he did not die after taking drugs. There is surveillance video evidence. , in that case, no one else will be held accountable for your death.
Ye Haoran was thinking about these things in his mind. His palms had already cut into the necks of the two female killers, easily knocking them unconscious. Ye Haoran was not cruel enough to kill the woman.
Ye Haoran thought for a while and frowned. It seemed that his words on the way did not deceive Miles. Now Miles actually wanted to kill him, which meant that the call he made on the way was not actually intended. Come to cooperate with him, but told Miles to assassinate him.
The director of this shipyard seems to be a ruthless person.
Ye Haoran looked at the time. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Susan's number first.
"Hey, how's it going?" Susan asked on the phone, she was still very concerned about Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran recounted what happened here, and then said: "The security here is much worse than I imagined. Also, among those immigrants, I want some to go to Los Angeles with me to work. It's hard for them." They came here, I don’t want them to be sent back again.”
Susan said: "These are all easy to talk about. The most important thing now is to get rid of the shipyard director. Also, I'd better ask Sirazi for instructions. If we praise regional law enforcement, there will still be a lot of trouble."
"Okay, you tell Siraze and I'll deal with the shipyard director." Ye Haoran said and hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Haoran thought for a moment and dialed a number he hadn't contacted for a long time. The phone number was connected and Mona's sweet voice came from the other end, "Ye Haoran, you finally remembered me."
"Don't be so sentimental. I have something to ask you for, so I thought of you." Ye Haoran said with a smile. The number he dialed was the female Interpol police officer he met in country Y, Mona, Interpol. The special operations teams in the organization have very high authority and the resources they can utilize are also very high.
"What's the matter?" Mona said, "I know you are heartless. If you hadn't asked me for help if something happened, you would never think of me again."
Ye Haoran smiled helplessly and said: "Check the number for me later. I want to know the source of that number. By the way, do you know the Holy Flame Party?"
"Holy Flame Party." Mo Yan was stunned for a moment and said: "I have an impression that it was a very famous organization ten years ago, but was later completely wiped out by the military's joint intelligence department. During that wipeout, we Interpol was not as powerful as it is now. It is said that they used supernatural beings at the beginning, but I don’t know the details. Why, has the Holy Flame Party appeared again now?"
Ye Haoran said "hmm" and then said: "Wait a moment, I will send you the phone number later, and you can help me trace the source." After saying that, Ye Haoran hung up the phone and planned to go out to find Meier. Let's settle accounts.
At this time, the phone rang, and Ye Haoran picked it up. Susan's voice came from inside: "Hey, Ye Haoran, Sheriff Siraze said that you can move freely, but you cannot kill people. In addition, she will hand over this case." Let me and you do it, I will lead the violent crime team and arrive within two hours, so you don't want to kill anyone."
Ye Haoran said: "Don't worry, I will save his life. In addition, you should bring more people and be careful. The security here is really chaotic."
Susan agreed and hung up the phone.
Ye Haoran put on his cell phone and left the box. He carefully searched for the sounds around him, but did not hear Miles's voice. Ye Haoran walked towards the left, and then saw dozens of gangsters holding machetes. The people were walking towards this side, and those people all had blue scorpions tattooed on their foreheads.
Seeing these people, Ye Haoran dodged and hid in a box.
Those people were very aggressive. The leader was wearing a hat, a big windbreaker like Shanghai Beach, and a cigar in his mouth. He looked very much like Shanghai in the 1920s and 1930s. Ye Haoran estimated that this person might be a fan of Chow Yun-fat. .
The man held a cigar in his mouth and walked straight towards the stairwell. When he arrived at the stairwell, where the toolbox was placed, the man kicked the small door of the tool room. The door was kicked open, and it turned out that there was no toolbox inside. It was a staircase, and these people all walked up the small staircase.
Ye Haoran could see it clearly, and something moved in his mind. He estimated that these people were here to cause trouble. They should be looking for trouble with Miles. Unexpectedly, there was actually a secret passage in this tool room. If it weren't for the people from the Blue Scorpion gang leading the way, Ye Haoran could see it clearly. , Ye Haoran really can’t find it.
Ye Haoran snorted secretly and followed those people towards the secret passage. The secret passage was not far away and he soon entered a huge hall.
"Hahahaha, isn't this Mr. Locke, the Scorpion King?" A thin-looking white man with a mustache came over and took the initiative to greet him. The Scorpion King he was talking about was the one wearing a windbreaker and holding a cigar. Chow Yun-fat fans.
Scorpion King Locke snorted and said: "I don't want to embarrass you, so hand over Miles. Let's keep our peace today. If you don't agree, I'm sorry. Don't blame me, Locke, for not giving you Wright face."
Wright touched his mustache and said: "Locke, I know why you are looking for trouble with Miles, but after all, he is the director of the FBI in Santa Barbara. You don't give him face like this. Isn’t it not very good?”
"Fart, he injured my son." Locke cursed, then he touched the blue scorpion logo on his forehead and said: "Wright, I know that although you are low-key, there are other people behind you. I don’t want to embarrass you, it’s best for us to go our own ways, but Miles, please hand him over to me quickly.”
"I didn't hurt your son." Miles walked out of a room in the hall. As a black police chief, he felt really aggrieved that he was forced into this position by a gang leader. He really had no shame to live, but for his own life and the lives of his family, he had to come forward and explain the matter clearly, otherwise, within three days, he and his family would be lying dead on the streets.
"I didn't hurt your son," Miles said as he walked over. "It was a young man next to me who did it. That guy is Chinese."
"Is he from your FBI?" Locke took off the cigar from the corner of his mouth, looked at Miles coldly, opened his mouth and blew a smoke ring into Miles' face.
Myers said: "He is from the FBI, but he is not mine. I met him for the first time. He came from Los Angeles, and, to be honest, I can take you with me now." Go see his body, I told you, he is not mine, but my enemy."
Locke slowly walked to Miles, picked up the cigar, and pressed it on Miles' forehead.
A puff of green smoke immediately appeared from Miles' forehead, but Miles did not hide, because at this moment, Locke was holding a huge Desert Eagle in his other hand.
"I told you, your son was really not injured by me." Miles didn't dare to dodge, he only dared to say it out loud, and there was a burning smell on his forehead.
"Idiot, even if you didn't injure him, he still used your gun, and he's still your subordinate." With that said, Locke kicked Miles in the stomach and kicked Miles to the ground. , "Take me to see that kid's body. I tell you, if you dare to tell a lie, I will kill you."
"I won't lie...ah." Miles stopped for a moment. He raised his head and looked behind Locke blankly. He saw Ye Haoran holding a gun and pointing it straight at Locke's side. head on.