Chapter 3664: Blame

Ye Haoran said that it is very amnesty, but in fact, Ye Haoran also knows that today, Miles has been restless recently. After all, Ye Haoran just used the Phils pistol, and just now, Ye Haoran specifically shouted the names of Miles.
Miles secretly stunned Ye Haoran, but he couldn't say it on his mouth. He was very depressed. He could only take Ye Haoran and go to a box as soon as possible. After arriving in the box, Miles arranged a table to eat. Of course, all are Western food, but wine is not red wine, but vodka, several people frequently persuaded the wine, Ye Haoran is also a visitor, not long after, Ye Haoran put on a drunken look.
Myers sneered a little, he shook his head and then waved, and the two big-breasted M-country women came in. The two women took Ye Haoran to sit on the sofa in the box and then began to lure. Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran felt a bit strange, but he did not point it out, but continued to get drunk, and soon Miles and several other agents went out of the box, and then they closed the door of the box.
The two women rubbed Ye Haoran's neck with their hands, and Ye Haoran felt that it was wrong. He found that the muscles of the two arms were very obvious, and their fingers were obviously covered with the old skin left by the dagger training.
Thinking of this, Ye Haoran bent over, then he grabbed the two women's necks with both hands and pressed them to the table. The two women saw Ye Haoran suddenly worried, but some accidents, but They didn't panic, they cut their knives directly with their hands and cut them toward Ye Haoran's neck.
Ye Haoran sneered in the heart, it seems that these two women really have problems, wrong, these two women are brought by Miles, then it seems that Miles must want to take his life, why he Will choose to take their own life in this way, is it ... Ye Haoran looked at the corner, and sure enough there is a camera flashing.
Ye Haoran understands that this Miles is really an old fox. He wants to take the two chicken girls’ hands and remove them, and he has to get rid of them. I still can't leave evidence. It is like using these two women to die when they are squatting. Even Miles can still watch the death of himself without causing poison. Evidence, in that case, if you die, there will be no other people to pursue.
Ye Haoran thought about these things in his mind. His palms had been cut on the necks of the two female killers, and they easily stunned them to the ground. The woman Ye Haoran had not been worried about killing them.
Ye Haoran thought about it and frowned. It seems that his own remarks on the road did not fool Myers. Miles now wants to kill himself. That means that the phone on his way, in fact, the other party is not Come to cooperate with yourself, but to explain that Myers has assassinated himself.
The director of this shipyard seems to be a hot person.
Ye Haoran looked at the time. It was already more than seven o'clock in the evening. He took out his mobile phone and first dialed Susan's phone.
"Hey, what happened." Susan asked on the phone, she still cares about Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran said the experience here, and then said: "The law and order here is much worse than I thought. Also, among those immigrants, I want some people to go to work in Los Angeles with me. They are not easy. Come over, I don't want them to be sent back again."
Susan said: "These are all good to say. The most important thing now is to get the factory manager of the shipyard. Also, I still ask for Syracuse. If you exaggerate the law enforcement, there are still many troubles."
"Alright, you said to Silazze, I will fix the shipyard director." Ye Haoran said, hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Haoran pondered a bit, dialed a number that had not been contacted for a long time, the phone number was connected, and the sweet voice of Mona came from the opposite side. "Ye Haoran, you can finally remember that I am coming."
"You can make yourself less passionate. I have something to ask you to think of you." Ye Haoran said with a smile, the phone he called was the international female criminal policeman who met in the Y country, Mona, Interpol. The special action teams in the group have high privilege and the resources they can use are also very high.
"What is it," said Mona. "I know that you have no conscience. If you don't want something to help me, you will never think of me again."
Ye Haoran smiled helplessly and said: "I will check the number for me. I want to know the source of the number. Right, you know the Holy Flame Party."
"The Holy Flame Party." Mo Yan sighed and said: "I am a little bit impressed. It seems to be a very famous organization ten years ago, but it was completely annihilated by the military joint intelligence department. When we said that it was annihilated, we Interpol is not as strong as it is now. It is said that the abilities were used. I don’t know exactly why. Now, is the Holy Flame Party appearing again?"
Ye Haoran "Hmm", then said: "You wait a moment, I will send you the phone number, you will help me track the source." After that, Ye Haoran hung up the phone and then went out to find Meyer. Counting accounts.
At this time, the phone rang, and Ye Haoran picked it up. Susan’s voice came from inside: "Hey, Ye Haoran, Sergeant Sir Laze said that you can move freely, but you can’t kill. In addition, she will pay this case. Give me and you to do it. I will bring the violent criminal group to arrive within two hours. You can't make a life."
Ye Haoran said: "Do not worry, I will leave him a life. In addition, you should bring more people and be careful. The law and order here is too chaotic."
Susan agreed and hung up.
Ye Haoran installed the mobile phone and went out of the box. He carefully searched for the surrounding voice, but did not hear the voice of Miles. Ye Haoran walked to the left, and then saw dozens of mixed choppers. The son came toward this side, and those people had blue scorpions on their foreheads.
Seeing these people, Ye Haoran shook himself and hid in a box.
Those who are full of enthusiasm, headed by a man, wearing a hat, wearing a big windbreaker on the beach, still holding a cigar in his mouth, like the beach in the 1920s and 1930s, Ye Haoran estimated that this person may be a fan of Chow Yun Fat. .
The man glared at the cigar and walked straight toward the stairway. At the stairway, a place where the toolbox was placed, the man slammed on the small door of the tool room, the door was opened, and the inside was not a toolbox. It was a staircase, and all of them went up the small staircase.
Ye Haoran looked clearly. He felt a move in his heart. It is estimated that these people are coming to find things. It should be the trouble of looking for Miles. I didn’t expect the inside of this tool room to be a dark road. If it weren’t for these blue gang gangs, it would lead the way. Ye Haoran really can't find it.
Ye Haoran snorted and followed the people who walked toward the dark passage. The dark passage was not far away and soon entered a huge hall.
"Hahahaha, isn't this the king of the scorpion King Locke?" A seemingly thin white man with a small beard came over and took the initiative to welcome him. He said that the scorpion king was wearing a windbreaker and carrying a cigar. Chow Yun Fat fans.
Scorpion King Locke snorted and said: "I don't want to be embarrassed with you. I will hand over Myers. Today, we don't make water in the well. If you don't agree, I'm sorry, don't blame me for Locke, don't give you Wright's face."
Wright touched his moustache and said, "Rock, I know why you are looking for Miles's trouble. However, he is the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Santa Barbara. You don't give him face. It is not very good."
"Fart, he hurts my son." Locke yelled, 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 be embarrassed about you. Let's go all the way. This is the best, but Miles, you quickly hand him over to me."
"Your son is not wounded by me." Myers came out from a room in the hall. As a black sheriff, he was so wronged that he was forced to be forced by a gang's helper. It is really no face to live, but for his own life and the lives of his family, he must come to the plane to make this thing clear, or not three days, he and his family have to squat on the streets.
"Your son is not hurt by me," Miles said as he walked over. "It was made by a young man around me. That guy is a Chinese."
"He is not your FBI." Locke took the cigar from the corner of his mouth and looked at Myers coldly, opening his mouth and spitting a smoke ring on Myers' face.
Myers said: "He is a member of the FBI, but he is not my person. I first met him. He came over from Los Angeles. And, I don't want you to say, now I can take it. You go to see his body, I said, he is not my person, but my enemy."
Locke slowly walked to Myers, picked up the cigar, and pressed it toward Myers' forehead.
Myers had a blue smoke on his forehead, but Miles didn't hide, because at this moment, Locke's other hand was holding a huge desert eagle.
"I said, your son is really not hurt by me." Myers did not dare to dodge, only dare to speak out loud, and his forehead had a burst of scorching smell.
"Idiot, even if you are not hurt, you use your gun, and he is your subordinate." Then, Locke slammed on Miles's stomach and flew Miles to the ground. "Take me to see the body of the kid. I tell you, if you dare to say a lie, I will kill you."
"I won't lie... ah." Miles stopped, and he looked up, staring at Locke's back, only to see Ye Haoran holding a gun, straight up at Locke's head on.