At that moment, Han Chaopei felt extremely confused and inexplicable.
He thought about this person's purpose, whether to kill himself to avoid future troubles or what information he wanted to get out of himself. He thought about various scenarios.
But he never expected that the other party would ask this, so Han Chaopei answered almost reflexively, "Great Cold Underworld."
"Hit him, keep beating him, until his mother can't even recognize him." Xu Chuan was surprised that this little brat still dared to speak harshly.
But this time Han Chaopei reacted, raised his foot, kicked over the table in front of him, and rushed toward Xu Chuan.
With a roar of "Hai", Han Chaopei performed a Taekwondo action of flying into the air and performing a backspin kick. His posture was stretched and powerful, and he looked like a master at first glance.
But as we all know, when a person jumps up, he cannot change direction to avoid it, especially when there is a turning action.
So when Han Chaopei turned his head and faced the folding stool that Xu Chuan swung over, he could only watch it growing bigger before his eyes.
"Bang~" Xu Chuan, who had been prepared for a long time, swung the folding stool beside him into Han Chaopei's face.
The timing was perfect, as if Han Chaopei jumped up and bumped into him.
Then he fell to the floor, and the whole ground seemed to tremble twice.
"So when you are desperate, don't jump up, let alone turn around." Xu Chuan continued to raise the folding stool and hit the already trapped Han Chaopei with ten consecutive blows.
Lynn Fiennes originally wanted to help, but then realized she was no longer needed.
Well, his boss, um, is really ruthless. I wonder if Han Guo’s plastic surgery skills can save him.
"Get up, tell me again whose Dragon Boat Festival belongs to me?" Xu Chuan threw the deformed folding stool aside and pointed at the other party. He has not forgotten the Dragon Boat Festival.
The siren sounded outside the restaurant, and this time the NYPD came quickly.
The first person to walk in was Luke Hobbs. Of course, the FBI arranged for people to watch Xu Chuan outside the Four Seasons Garden. The situation when he went out was immediately reported to Hobbs.
And the people in Umbrella also knew that someone was watching them, but it wouldn't be illegal to beat up a named killer, right?
"Mr. Grylls, who is this?"
Hobbs looked at Han Chaopei who was leaning against the wall with his face covered in blood and passed out. He felt that the boss of UC Technology would not take risks just to fight with others, so he asked politely.
"This is the killer who ran away in the arena that day, Han Chaopei, a Korean. Check your database, you should have his information." Xu Chuan wiped the blood on his hands with a tissue and replied.
With Hobbs's physique, he almost had a heart attack. He really wanted to ask the other person if he was too busy. Does this kind of thing require you to go there in person? Just to beat him up?
But when he thought about the car chase scene before, where the man jumped out of the car and kicked the killer away, he felt a little relieved about the scene in front of him.
Watching the FBI people drag Han Chaopei out of the restaurant, Xu Chuan said nothing. His purpose was neither to beat people nor to increase KPIs for the FBI.
Fiennes had just stuffed a miniature signal transmitter into Mr. Han, and now the little thing was in the man's stomach.
This is Birkhoff's product. The advantage is that it is difficult to detect in miniature, but the disadvantage is that it can only last for about twenty hours before being corroded by the human body.
According to Xu Chuan's thinking, Han Chaopei would not sit still and wait for death. This guy was not only a killer, but also a senior agent of the Cold Country Frog Station before entering this industry.
He will probably find a way to escape, and the NYPD detention room probably won't be able to hold him.
Xu Chuan wanted to see where and who he would contact if he escaped. It might not necessarily have anything to do with the person who put a reward on him, but he was just idle anyway.
"Mr. Grylls, if there is a next time, please inform me or the NYPD first. You don't need to take such a risk."
Luke Hobbs has an emotional intelligence that doesn't match his physical stature, and he puts it politely like, "Don't cause us any more trouble."
Flushing was quite lively at around ten o'clock in the evening, and now it's even more lively. There are people watching the excitement all around the restaurant.
Listening to various familiar dialects, Xu Chuan thought he had returned to China when he walked out after paying compensation for the restaurant's losses.
After getting in the car, Xu Chuan took the tactical terminal tracker and it started to work.
"Boss, are we going back right now?"
"Go back? You really know how to joke. Call Swag and let's go have something to eat. I'll treat you."
Young Master Xu was very angry. Although he really wanted to invite these big and fat guys to the nearby noodles shop, he still wanted to save face.
We found a Cantonese restaurant that was still open, and the five of them and Swager had a meal together.
"Boss, how do you use the chopsticks?" A guy named Massimo Kaufman in the bodyguard team felt that holding the chopsticks was much more difficult than holding a gun.
Xu Chuan pointed to the fork and spoon placed in front of him, "Brother, there is no need to embarrass yourself."
He has no intention of popularizing Chinese food to these people. If they don’t know how to use chopsticks, then they don’t need them. What can he do?
That is to cater for the tastes of these foreigners, otherwise they would just eat boiled fish.
And if this group of people hadn't given Xu Chuan face, they might have wanted to eat pizza, or find a strip club to watch a show and drink beer.
Xu Chuan ordered a few special dishes and a few modified dishes specially customized for foreigners, trying to accommodate everyone's tastes.
This world is not like what is written in some novels, where foreigners can be conquered by eating real Chinese food. Otherwise, why would there be improved dishes? It is to suit the tastes of foreigners.
Even the whole of China can quarrel over which cuisine they like to eat, so why should foreigners have to like it?
In fact, Xu Chuan has never understood why many people on the Internet get very happy when they see foreigners praising Chinese food. How inferior they are.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! His attitude is generally, who cares if he likes to eat or not.
Halfway through the meal, Xu Chuan glanced out the window. The FBI people hadn't evacuated yet. He called the owner of the restaurant and asked him to prepare two takeaways and coffee for the people in the car.
When the two FBI agents got the lunch box, they looked surprised. Xu Chuan waved to each other through the window, and the other person responded and took the takeaway.
Xu Chuan smiled. Those two people probably didn't know how to scold him before. If he didn't go back to the hotel late at night, they could only follow him.
It's not that he wants to sell well to the FBI, but he is used to building good relationships with people at the grassroots level, and sometimes there may be unexpected gains.
After finishing the meal, Xu Chuan ordered a few more simple and exquisite dishes and packed them back to the hotel.
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Luke Hobbs did not take Han Chaopei directly back to the NYPD headquarters, but followed him to the hospital.
He didn't want to stumble over this again.
When checking Han Chaopei, information about the other party was also sent over. As expected, this person is not a simple person.
A former Cold Country agent who had experience working with the CIA, but I don't know why he left his job and became a killer.
The MK Group is a criminal group headquartered in Cold Country, with its forces mainly distributed in Asian countries. It mainly trains killers and specializes in assassinations.
The scale is not too big, but the business scope is all over the world.
Hobbes was very glad that he followed him, this guy was definitely a big trouble.
It would be great fun if this guy escaped from the hospital again.
The examination results were very promising. The guy's injuries only seemed a bit serious, but they were just a large contusion on the face and a slight concussion.
At least he could still speak after the examination, "Officer, why did you arrest me? I am the victim and I want to sue you."
Hobbs took out his ID, "First of all, I am not the police but the FBI. Second, someone has accused you of intending to harm. Third, you don't really think that I don't have your information in my hand. You can get it now."
Can you give me your passport for inspection?"
Han Chaopei looked at the other party and stopped arguing, "I want to make a phone call and meet with my lawyer."
"Of course, that's your right," Hobbes replied.
To be honest, this guy is a bit tricky. Although the FBI knows the other person's occupation, he has not broken any laws and is not a wanted criminal. Hobbes can only detain him for a period of time at most.
Even if his lawyer is good enough, he may be able to leave the NYPD within a few hours.
As for the situation of illegal immigration, it really doesn't matter in the United States. At most, he will be deported.
After saying that, Hobbes asked his men to remove the handcuffs from the railings of the hospital bed.
He planned to try to pry open Han Chaopei's mouth within the limited time. He was very interested in the MK Group.
He brought the person back to the FBI's New York branch instead of the NYPD because the person's information did not need to be shared with the NYPD.
Maybe tomorrow his partner, Vice Captain Marta, will get angry with him, but in this situation of grabbing credit, it's first come, first served.
Technicians carefully checked Han Chaopei's body to make sure there was nothing suspicious, including checking the buttons on his clothes.
"I'll give you a landline number and you have two minutes to contact a lawyer. I'll tell you the time, so I'll think about what to say before dialing."
In an interrogation room made of bulletproof glass, Han Chaopei's hands were locked on a metal table. The table was fixed to the ground. Unless this guy was the Hulk, it would be impossible to break free.
"do you understand?"
Han Chaopei glanced at the restraints on his hands and nodded coldly. If there weren't bruises on his face, he would look really handsome.
Hobbs nodded to another agent standing behind Han Chaopei, who came over and untied Han Chaopei's left hand.
A landline phone was placed in front of him. Hobbes looked at him seriously, "Two minutes, don't forget it."
Han Chaopei stared at the other person's face and reached out to pick up the receiver, while Hobbes looked at the watch and started timing.
He quickly dialed a number, and the dialing sound started to ring in the receiver.
It wasn't until seven or eight rings that the other party picked up the phone. Han Chaopei said a few words in Korean to the other party and then put down the receiver.
He looked at Hobbes provocatively, and then heard the other party say a few words of Korean ridicule to him.
"Do you really think your language is difficult? You Han people are so strangely competitive."
What Han Chaopei said to the other party was normal. He said he was in trouble at the FBI and asked the other party to come over immediately. There should be no other problems.
In less than half an hour, a sweaty Korean lawyer arrived at the FBI branch.
After registering his identity, he was taken to Hobbs' office.
Then he saw Han Chaopei's tragic situation. His client was lying on the table in the interrogation room, almost motionless.
In the past half hour, this man was severely beaten by Hobbs and his colleagues, allowing Han Chaopei to experience a torture package.
"Sir, what you are doing is illegal."
"Everything must be based on evidence. This was the case when he came." An FBI agent handed Han Chaopei's hospital examination report to him.
They are so confident in their skills that even if they go to the hospital for another check-up, there won't be anything special.
"I'm fine." Han Chaopei raised his head from the table, and there seemed to be a few more bruises on his face.
Hobbes felt a little regretful, but was not too surprised that Han Chaopei could survive his interrogation.
Because this guy must have received special training, and because he has limited time, he cannot use all the methods.
Now apart from some normal inquiries, Hobbes can't do anything else. However, he has to lock this guy up for a while, at least until tomorrow morning, and let the lawyer search for connections before releasing him.
Otherwise, it would be easy for Bear Grylls to get caught. How could a suspect who may be involved in the case be let go so easily? Who will be responsible if any problems arise again?
These issues need to be left to the top management, and Hobbes will never take the blame.
The lawyer sat next to Han Chaopei and told the other party, "You don't have to answer any of their questions."
Hobbes, sitting across from him, ignored the lawyer's words and asked questions related to the case.
"Why did you go to Madison Garden Arena at that time? Don't say you didn't go. People present took photos of you, and they had at least a dozen witnesses."
Han Chaopei raised his head, his eyes a little bloodshot, "Oh, this is not the question you asked just now."
Hobbes' huge body leaned on the metal chair with his legs crossed, as if he didn't care about the other party's attitude.
He knew that he couldn't ask anything now, he was just dealing with errands.
"I am a fan of the Buccaneers. On the day the acquisition was signed, I couldn't help but want to see the situation up close. I didn't expect that there would be a conflict with the security personnel. I was very worried and ran away."
Hobbes almost died laughing, how dare you say that.
But this is not important. He motioned to the other agent to write down this sentence. This was necessary for communication.
After that, he asked several other questions in a nonchalant manner. Han Chaopei knew very well that the other party could not do anything anymore, so he still acted cooperatively.
The lawyer stared at the two of them closely and signaled Han Chaopei to answer each question only after he confirmed that there were no questions.
"Okay, that's it. Thank you Mr. Han for your cooperation." Hobbs closed the folder and stood up, and the lawyer followed him out of the interrogation room.
"When can I take my client away? You know very well that you can't charge him with anything now. Is it illegal intrusion?"
Hobbes turned around and lowered his head to look at the lawyer who only reached his chest, "Of course I know, but you also know that I have the right to lock him up for 48 hours."
"Of course, if you can find another way, maybe I will release him early."
The lawyer immediately understood what the other party meant, which was that he did not intend to take the risk.