"Today there are a lot of spectators, let's wait." Said to Mira who was playing with the wig.
"Sandy Newton is outside."
Mila didn’t see what happened outside the door just now, nor did he see Lazarenko’s heroic figure with a punch. She only knew that the man in front of her had been so trustworthy and grateful for many years. When the difficulty was the most helpless, she appeared like a hero. When the door opened and the two eyes faced each other, all her suppressed emotions exploded. She clung to each other's arm intently when she finished her wig, and leaned with the weight of her whole body. Live, never let go.
"Ok."
The two looked into the hall, and the situation was under control. Lazarenko’s bodyguards lined up, each with their hands on the shoulders of colleagues in front of them, and they lowered their heads and were escorted out silently by police officers. Some guests were doing it. Take notes, and then leave in turn.
Another team of police officers began to cooperate with the FBI search and asked the servants and other staff in the mansion. Those suspected CIA... In fact, they came over and said, "Is this yours? Mr. APLUS." The leader returned his mobile phone.
"Yes."
Song Ya took it with a very disgusting expression, "You should stop him from infringing on American citizens in time. This is considered illegal imprisonment, isn't it?" At the same time, he tilted his head and gestured to Mira.
"We don't have the right to deal with domestic crimes." The CIA didn't care about it.
"Forget it, please thank Mr. Senator for me anyway."
Just now on the phone was a senior senator from Delaware of the Donkey Party, Jesse Helms’ deputy, and deputy chairman of the Senate Foreign Affairs Committee. The foreign affairs of the Ermao were his “territory”, as it was suspended in Raza The central figure of the big net on Lianke's head must pass his approval to save the beauty by himself, and the price is naturally high.
"Haha, we are just small clerks who do what is ordered, you should tell Mr. Senator yourself."
Just kidding, Nger in front of him is a local billionaire. In the free world, he has greater absolute'freedom' than Lazarenko's outsiders. The CIA leader waved his hands with a humble and flattering smile, "Mr. APLUS, that... …Need us to help you and Miss Jovovich get out of here? I know there is an escape route, and the paparazzi should be outside."
"Wait a minute."
Song Ya waited for Hayden, who was holding the banner of William Morris over there to warn Sandy Newton and others not to talk nonsense, and then joined the bodyguards such as Daniel and Old Mike before following the CIA through the secret escape route. The back door of the manor left.
"Wow, that guy was arrested like this?"
After taking a deep breath of the fresh air in the tree-lined trails, Daniel was a little bit unfulfilled, "How did you do this with APLUS?"
"The international wanted criminal dare to be so arrogant, he asked for it."
Song Ya casually pretended to look at his watch.
"Go to me?" Daniel invited.
"Don't stay nearby." Old Mike warned solemnly.
"Then send Mila home first." Gentleman Song Ya supported the waist of the big white girl who was hanging on his body, waiting for the time when Old Mike drove over to continue to be fierce, "Who are the bodyguards you found for her? ?"
"They were all stupid. I was really afraid that the furry would do it." Hayden laughed. "Actually, I squeezed my sweat when you rushed in. The furry shot a lot and it was too dangerous."
"Hehe, what am I afraid of? Last year, I had six holes for five months... I had surgery for seven hours..."
Song Yaxin bragged, and Mira beside her became more moved and admired in her ears. She stood on tiptoe and kissed the man's cheek affectionately.
Song Ya felt itchy by the place where she kissed, subconsciously stretched out her hand and scratched, turned her head, and saw Mira's emerald eyes staring at her shiningly in the dark, her face flushed slightly, like an evil goth. Windy cat, the coat is still pink...
"How to wear this?" He tucked the tips of his ex-girlfriend's pink wig by the way.
"The filming style is so ugly, I like to change it every day, and there are many more." Mira asked, "Does it look good?"
"Okay."
"Hate!" Mila pouted her lips and looked cute.
"Hehehe..."
Old Mike quickly drove the car over, and the two and Hai boarded the car and said goodbye to Daniel. The convoy left Beverly Hills and drove to Mila's residence.
"What's the matter? Speak slowly..."
In the middle of the call, Old Mike answered the phone. He turned around and gave Song Ya a tacit look at each other, "Okay, okay... I see, I will tell him."
After picking it up, he continued to drive and asked, "Where will you go after you send Mira?"
"Uh……"
Song Ya knew that he had something to say to himself privately, because he was planning to launch an attack on Lazarenko tomorrow, and because of the accident tonight, he had an extra day, "Go to San Marino and see the kids." After thinking about it, I decided to live in Xuelinfenna.
When Mira heard these words, she lifted her head resting on the opponent's shoulder, feeling lost in her heart.
Song Ya didn’t know her current mood changes, and it did cost a lot today. The commander, the party whip, the senator, the Hollywood prosecutor... It’s not difficult to get through this series of joints, and it is certainly not easy to say that it is easy. I helped a lot, but I didn’t ask for anything in return. After all, I couldn’t see what the old man was playing with his ex-girlfriend. As a machismo, he was still willing to keep his original promise and forget the past. Let go and live their lives with Mira.
Old Mike didn't speak any more, and the black Mercedes-Benz team was about to arrive at Mira's residence.
"I don't want to stay alone in the house..." Mira suddenly said, "Can you take me to visit Robb and the others? Is it Robb? The little one when I saw him last time? Very cute... "
Song Ya turned to look at her in surprise, her expression was very firm, and she offered a kiss again sincerely and obsessively.
understood.
That being the case, he doesn't need to care about any gentleman's demeanor anymore, the hand that he has been keeping honestly begins to be dishonest...
Old Mike and Hayden looked at the rearview mirrors at the same time, and the team turned and drove directly to San Marino.
"Sorry, Ms. McGee, we can't let you meet your father for now."
In Alaska, Cassidy, who was nervously walking around in the waiting room of the police station with her mobile phone, was personally informed by the chief of the news, "What crime did he commit!?" She angrily asked the other party.
"No, but a person's death has something to do with him."
The director took out a photo of [悠悠读xt.xyz] of the deceased: "Do you know why your father, that is, Victor Gene, came to Alaska? Do you know this person?"
"do not know."
The deceased was a middle-aged white man dressed in an old-school trench coat and hat. Cathy carefully examined the photo for a while, "Is Vic to track down the criminal? He is here to track down the criminal."
"He lied. We just contacted the local police station in Illinois where Vic worked. They said that he was not responsible for this kind of work, let alone being sent to Alaska to perform any tasks. He had already transferred to a civilian job."
The director said: "The deceased was his acquaintance. Some locals met them in a bar in the mining area, and several other fellows sat at a table and talked closely, and they had been there more than once."
"I do not know I do not know……"
Cassidy pulled her hair distressedly for her father who was full of lies.
"Just a reminder, your father's friends, including the deceased, are all practicing private detectives. Is he helping others with private work?" the director asked.
"It's possible, I don't know..." Kasidi Liushen Wuzhu shook her head.