...It suddenly became cold and cold.

Until the phone finished speaking, Shi Ming's cold eyebrows were already tightly frowned.

"I'll be there soon." The thin lips opened slightly, and the tone was as ice as ice.

Ten minutes later, on the streets of Los Angeles at 6 a.m., a pure black Aston Martin sports car whizzed past like a galloping cheetah.

...

Los Angeles Police Department Headquarters.

In the interrogation room.

The small and dim space is enclosed, with only a downlight hanging in the center of the ceiling, swaying and emitting an overly dazzling incandescent light.

The air was still filled with a strong pungent smell of cigarettes, and the cigarette box at the interrogation table was messy, filled with burnt cigarette butts.

Staying in such a space for a long time will invisibly produce a huge, narrow and oppressive oppression, both mentally and physically.

Interrogation table.

A middle-aged policeman with a bearded face and looked fierce, then asked questions, speaking American pronunciation, thick voice, and several indigenous dialect words.

"Hey, man, do you really know Mr. Shi?"

The policeman asked and looked at the boy opposite him. His dark brown eyes became more and more sunken because he stayed up late for a long time. His eyelids were black under his eyelids. His slightly narrowed eyes were obviously sarcastic and disdainful.

Recently, Los Angeles has not been peaceful, including Washington, and even FBI agents have been dispatched. Everyone plans to plan an ambush together for a whole month. Unexpectedly, they only caught such a Chinese boy, and he was a minor in the Smatter.

The policeman became more and more angry the more he thought about it. He took a sniff of the cigarette that was about to burn out on his fingertips and couldn't help but swear.

"!"

opposite.

The "teenager" wrinkled his nose in displeasure, and spoke sincerely,

"Smoking too much cigarette will cause you to die prematurely, and the nicotine in the cigarette can also kill/sperm. I suggest you go to the Los Angeles hospital to check in the infertility specialty."

"You--" The bearded man was so angry that his eyes bulged. He stared at the boy opposite and was about to punch him.

After reviewing it all night, the boy didn't say a word and didn't cooperate at all. He just said he wanted to make a phone call to the president of Times International, Shi Ming.

That famous Wall Street, killing the international financial world, was extremely terrifying, and gave birth to another mixed-race man who was as charming as a dark deacon.

...

The police colleague next to him was so scared that he quickly held it down, tugged his arms tightly and lowered his voice to persuade him.

"Forget it, let it go first! If it is really Mr. Shi's person, if you punch him, let alone you, I guess the position of our bureau director will not be able to be kept!"

The bearded breathed several more breaths, and the shirt and uniform, which were tightly tight due to the bulging muscles on his chest, seemed to be buttoned.

The last slap was slapped on the table, leaning forward, staring at the boy condescendingly, grinding his teeth and warning him fiercely,

"You'd better know Mr. Shi, otherwise I'll let you go without a fight! Hum!"

"Oh." The boy supported his chin with one hand, and now he cooperated with his chin and pointed it.

"Then let's wait for him to come together."

As he said that, he raised his eyebrows and smiled again.

Under incandescent light.

The "Young" has a short, light purple hair that is dyed and has a super loose big sweatshirt.

Because I had been in the interrogation room all night, my hairstyle became a little messy now. A strand fell on my forehead casually, and my long and thick eyelashes made me feel lazy and beautiful.

Especially the face that was too fairer than a girl, her lips, which had a slightly dry hair but still bright red, was curled up with a bad look, and her dark and bright starry eyes were like a galaxy, and her smile was full of smiles.
Chapter completed!