"Mr. Chen, we suspect that DK will do something big in LA. We hope that you can cooperate with us to disrupt DK's plan and capture their leader."
"How do you need us to cooperate?" Chen Zhao asked.
"You made DK suffer heavy losses this time. DK has always been vengeful, so they'll definitely take revenge on you. We hope that you and your house will be under full surveillance."
"Sorry, no," Chen Zhao refused directly.
"Why? Don't you want Interpol to protect you and your family? "
"Does your Interpol have any beautiful bodyguards for me and my girlfriend? If not, then forget it. I don't accept any other form of protection. Also, please don't come near my house or the surrounding area. I have the right to chase you away. "
"…"
The so-called topic terminator was nothing more than this.
"Mr. Chen, they're a criminal organization. They're not just ordinary gangsters. I know you're good at fighting, but sometimes, a single bullet can take your life."
"Goodbye," Chen Zhao said, rolling his eyes.
"Mr. Chen, you'll come find me again," Thomas Loew called.
…
Asand was a typical wandering knight. He didn't have a home.
He didn't have any family either. He slept wherever the motorcycle went.
Most of the time, he stayed in restaurants or bars. Occasionally, he'd go to a motel for a night.
After Laurent brought Asand out, he kept cursing Chen Zhao for being heartless.
"Laurent, shut up," Asand shouted loudly. "You're so annoying."
"F * ck you. You're already paralyzed and still so hot-tempered."
"That's my temper. It's none of your business."
Kane sat in the back, next to the two of them.
He was already dizzy from the two loud guys.
Karim and Howard, who sat in the front, were better, but they were also annoyed.
They didn't have Chen Zhao's courage to fight back whenever he was unhappy.
Laurent brought Asand to the hotel.
"Asand, you'll stay here for the next few days."
"How much is it for a night?"
"Four hundred dollars. For what? Are you going to pay me? "
"No, you give me four hundred dollars and I'll stay in a bar for one night."
"F * ck you."
…
A policewoman walked into Thomas's office with a document in her hand.
"Mr. Thomas, we've investigated. The person locked up now is from the DK organization. His nickname is' Engineer ', an international A-class wanted criminal. He's caused many accidents, and most of the DK organization's casualties were caused by him. He used a fake ID and changed his name to Phero Kirk. He works at an electricity company as a repairman."
Thomas picked up the file and looked at it for a long time. "Is DK trying to do something to that power company?"
"I don't know."
"Go to the local police station and bring the engineer out. I want to interrogate him personally."
"Mr. Thomas, many people from the DK Organization have appeared in Los Angeles in the past three months. I'm afraid they'll do something here."
"I'm worried about that too, but we don't even know what their goal is. I hope we can get some information from the engineer," Thomas said.
"Maybe we can think of something from the Chinese," the policewoman said.
"What can we do?" Thomas said helplessly. "We can't invade someone else's territory."
Even though they were Interpol and had a high degree of freedom, they still had to follow every country's laws.
They also had to follow every country's laws.
If they were shot at for invading someone else's territory, they wouldn't even have the right to fight back.
Thomas rubbed his forehead. "Whatever, let's bring the engineer out first. Also, we need more people at the hospital to ensure that Quincy and the thief won't be taken away."
Just then, another of Thomas's men barged in. "Mr. Thomas, Quincy and the thief disappeared. One of the doctors on duty died."
"What?" Thomas stood up abruptly in disbelief. "How did they escape?"
"I don't know. The hospital's surveillance cameras have all been wiped. We can't find any clues at all. We don't even know how they did it."
"Quick, send more people to the police station to bring the engineer out."
…
"Hello, we're Interpol. We need to pick up a person you've locked up in the detention center."
David raised his head and saw a beautiful woman. He looked behind him and saw many other people, all wearing Interpol uniforms.
David took the ID and looked at it. Then, he called to check the ID number and confirmed that there were no problems.
"Who do you want to pick up?"
"Pherlow Kirk."
"Who is he?"
"It's confidential. I can't tell you."
David was helpless. The police system he was in belonged to the FBI and had no direct relationship with Interpol.
But Interpol had the right to ask for the suspects they were holding.
David brought the Interpol officers into the detention center.
"This is Pherlow Kirk."
Pherlow Kirk raised his head, a hint of surprise on his face.
When David saw Pherlow Kirk, he frowned.
Pherlow Kirk's expression wasn't that big, but there was a hint of joy.
"Buddy, please open this door."
David glanced at the people behind the woman. "Can you show me the others' IDs too?"
"Of course." A big guy walked up. The next moment, he took out a gun from his pocket.
David cursed inwardly and tried to dodge.
But while he was in the air, the guy had already opened fire.
Biubiubiu —
Instantly, David was shot several times and fell into a pool of blood.
These people opened fire and broke the electronic lock.
"We should go." The woman looked up at the camera.
Since the lock was broken, the police would definitely know.
At this moment, the outer wall of the detention center suddenly exploded.
A man stood at the outer wall. He had a mohawk and was chewing gum. "Brothers, did you miss me?"
"Cut the crap and hurry up. Otherwise, there'll be a gunfight in the police station later," the big guy said.
When the woman walked past David, she stopped and said gently, "Mr. Officer, you're my type."
With that, the woman shot David again.
Reality was different from movies. In movies, the main characters wouldn't be shot even if they faced a hail of bullets.
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