Chapter 3500: This killer is not worth the price.

Brian’s business is no longer the case. As for the impact, one of the embassies of Y knows that the FBI is a bit arrogant, and the other is that the security of the University of California is bullish, and few students dare to provoke them at will.
Ye Haoran has continued his life. Since he was able to enter and leave the library room and advanced laboratory of the University of California, Ye Haoran has become busy. Learning is also a big hobby. As a enchanting genius, he absorbs knowledge. It's fun, not a burden.
Two days later, Ye Haoran took a book called "Cross Quantumology" and drove home to go.
When I got home, Ye Haoran just stepped into the doorway. Suddenly the nose moved. No, the smell of the house was wrong. As a warrior who cultivated the inner air, Ye Haoran’s six senses were more sensitive than ordinary people. Suddenly there is a taste of curry powder, and Ye Haoran can naturally smell it.
The taste of this curry powder is also mixed with the strange smell of Indian sandalwood and a trace of body odor.
"Mom, the family came to India for a three." Ye Haoran suddenly guessed in his heart, looked at the time, and now Liu Yiyi has not returned, even if Liu Yiyi comes back, she will not bring this taste .
Ye Haoran closed the door. When he didn't find anything, he walked toward the room and turned around in the room. Soon Ye Haoran locked the source of the smell. In the kitchen, Ye Haoran walked toward the kitchen. Go, put a dagger in his hand, went to the kitchen, and swept a circle, no one in the kitchen, but on the ground, but hiding two footprints, and the footprint disappeared at the pot.
Ye Haoran was a bit strange. He smelled the smell carefully, and his heart was more certain. This Indian A3 was hidden in the kitchen, and it should be hidden behind the range hood, but the range hood was not large, and the back was ventilated. The mouth can only accommodate the next child. Is this person a child, and what is his purpose.
Ye Haoran thought for a moment and decided not to pick up this A3. He ignited the gas, turned on the hood, put the oil, and then threw a bunch of peppers into the pot. In addition to the peppers, there were fat meats. Soy sauce, vinegar sauce, and then the fire was opened to the maximum.
As the temperature of the oil pan is high, the pungent smell of pepper in the big stock, accompanied by a burst of black smoke, rises from the oil pan and flies toward the hood.
There is no movement inside the hood.
Ye Haoran embraced his chest with his hands and stood on his side, licking his nose. He really admire this A3. Under such a strong and pungent smoke, he persisted for so long, even with a gas mask, he couldn’t stand it. It’s been a long time.
Anyway, Ye Haoran is not in a hurry. He stands calmly and waits patiently.
Finally, "cough, cough, cough..."
There was a cough in the hood, and then a slamming sound, jumping from the hood, a figure that looked small, but after falling on the ground, there was a loud noise, and then an adult Indya stood up. This buddy is very thin, but the height is not short. At this moment, Ah San is oily and his face is dirty. He licks his nose, coughs hard, coughs and coughs, as if to cough up the lungs. .
Ye Haoran stood on one side and pretended to be surprised. "You...what did you come from?"
Naa San took Ye Haoran, coughed twice again, rubbed his tears and pointed at Ye Haoran. "You...you will cook, will you cook, put so many peppers, are you not?" I want to die... cough and cough... You Chinese people are stupid, even so many peppers, soy sauce and vinegar... cough and cough, kill me..."
Ye Haoran finally laughed. "Hey, buddy, what are you hiding there, don't tell me that you are coming to repair the hood."
"I... I just came to repair the hood." Ah San took Ye Haoran and saw the smile on Ye Haoran's face. Ah San suddenly understood that he was being played. This bastard, he already knew that he was hiding. In the hood, so I put the chili powder and put lard.
"You bastard, I dare to play with me, I killed you." Ah San flew past Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran’s dagger in his hand quickly shook,
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, and Ah San’s hand was quickly picked up by Ye Haoran.
"Ah, my hand." Ah San panicked back, he licked his right wrist, his right hand was now abolished, and even a little effort could not make it. "You...who are you, you...what are you going to do?" So powerful." Ah San could not believe Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran sneered, holding a dagger and heading toward Asan. "Let's say, Y degree friend, who let you come, I advise you to hurry and say good, otherwise, I will not be merciful, you die. Here, no one knows." Saying, the dagger in Ye Haoran's hand waved again, fluttering in front of A's forehead like lightning, and the curled hair on Ah's forehead fell.
"I said... I said I said." Ah San fell to the ground. "Yes... is a director who asked me to come. I don't know his real name, but he hired me to kill you here. And steal your cell phone, really, I am a murderer, I have no hatred with you, please let me go, beg you."
Ye Haoran heard it, and immediately understood it. The guy in the relationship was Fran’s director who was looking for revenge. Fran’s guy was retaliating against the bad water, but the killer he invited was too bad. This is not to look down on himself. .
Ye Haoran looked at the time, and then stepped out, directly appeared in the side of the three, a palm down, cut in the neck of Ah San, A three straight up on the ground, fainted, before the dizzy He looked at Ye Haoran with resentment, and the eyes seemed to say that you don’t really talk about credit, not to say that it’s good to let me go.
Ye Haoran certainly won’t put Ah San in this way. How to say that Ah San is also a killer. If Ye Haoran puts A San at this moment, maybe tomorrow, after A4 and Awu’s come to the door, the trouble is also annoying. It is.
Ye Haoran glared at Ah San’s body, went downstairs, threw it into the trunk of the car, and drove to Hollywood. Hollywood was in a mountainous suburb of Los Angeles, with a huge half-mountain hanging on Hollywood. The word, very fan, Ye Haoran drove directly into the car, and then where the director Fran was.
Seeing it, Fran was still a little famous. The first person asked clearly pointed out the residence of Fran’s director. It was originally Fran who lived in the villa next to Hollywood Street. Ye Haoran drove in the car. In front of Lan’s house, he then carried the body of Ah San and walked toward Fran’s residence.
Knocked on the door, the voice of the violent wife, "Who?"
"Open the door, FBI." Ye Haoran brightened his work permit.
Seeing the FBI's police detective, the door soon opened. The door was opened by an old woman. It should be Fran's mother. The old woman's temper is obviously not good. She didn't give Ye Haoran a good face. She said: "What is it?" thing."
"Find the director of Fran." Ye Haoran ignored the old woman. He looked at the body of Ah San and walked inside the door. He saw the lights on the second floor, and Ye Haoran went directly to the second floor.
"Hey, shoes, damn, you all think that my old woman is bullying, right? Is it easy for my wife to wipe the floor? The bastards, Fran, FBI people are coming to you, this guy is like your friends. They are all the ghosts who don’t slip into the house.
Fran’s mother shouted loudly at the top, and the voice shook the whole villa.
"What FBI, I am at work." Fran upstairs said loudly.
"Hey, I, the great Fran director." Ye Haoran said as he walked into Fran's study while licking A's body.
Seeing Ye Haoran, and Ye Haoran still holding a Y-degree person in his hand, Fran suddenly understood it. His face became pale, and he stepped back and looked at Ye Haoran. "You...you want to how about it."
"Don't be nervous, dear Fran director, I just want to tell you, you spend money." Ye Haoran said seriously.
"What, what do you mean." Fran looked at Ye Haoran, like a devil, he was really afraid of Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran pointed to the body of Y Du Asan on the ground and said: "You said, you have invited this killer, how much money you spent, and how you found him, you can rest assured, I just ask, understand Downstream."
"I..." Fran swallowed, a little nervous. He looked at Ye Haoran. Although he didn't know what Ye Haoran wanted, but looking at Ye Haoran's look, it seems that he did not intend to hurt himself. He thought of it here, Fran was nervous. The heart eased a little, and he said: "It was introduced to me by a director friend. It cost seven million dollars. The friend said that the killer is secretive and is the world's top thief and killer. It is very powerful.

"Seven million." Ye Haoran licked his nose and pointed at Fran. He hated iron and did not become a steel. "You, you, you are really a ruin, and this kind of goods, worth a hundred thousand, is a lot." This guy has a curry powder taste, does not slip into the house, and leaves traces everywhere. When I enter the house, I am smothered by the smell of his body. Also, he is stupid, has no professional ethics, I open my mouth. He will supply you as an employer. You said that this kind of garbage killer, you spend seven million, is not very bad."
Fran opened his mouth and then nodded again and again. "It seems like it is stupid, but my money... what to do."
"I guess your money must be a lot blackened by your friend who introduced the killer. Later, this kind of person is far away. Oh, I am here, one is to tell you this, tell you that you are defeated, flowers The second one is to encourage you. I heard that you specially changed the script for Liu Yiyi. Well, this is very good. I appreciate you very much, so I will help you settle this time." After that, Ye Haoran squatted down, his hands pinched the head of Y Du Asan, slammed it, and only heard the "squeaky" sound, and Ah San’s neck was directly broken...