The detective bulged his eyes: "Of course I know Sensi is joking. She is a superb joking expert."
Wang Dengming: 'Yes, I think so too. Sponsor, do you agree with the detective's evaluation of you? '
Sensi glared: "Satsuma, regarding the matter of Scott Maury framing the scumbag policeman to murder Fulasun, you should pay close attention. The New York police will not give up so easily."
"I'm following up on this matter. Scomoli is a stubborn person. Boss, you seem to be in a lot of troubles recently. You have one trouble after another. Why is this happening? Helene and I are just I've only been away for a few days, so many things happened in just a few days, Ronan..."
Sensi: "Shut up, just keep an eye on Scooter Moli. Lawyer Niu Ben will be here tomorrow. Leave the two women to him to deal with."
"Niu Ben is coming too?"
Wang Dengming: "If he doesn't come, I can't stand it. It's unprecedented for two women to jointly sue."
Helene: "The Sheriff is so brave, don't worry about the two women, you will beat them down easily!"
The detective looked at her.
"Pirate, what do you want to say?"
"Your words remind me of someone."
"who?"
"Don Quixote."
"You are the fool Don Quixote! You are the Don Quixote who fights the windmill!"
Sensi smiled and said: "Heleni, there is someone here who really looks like Cervantes' Don Quixote. Guess who he is?"
Detective: "It's not me anyway."
Heleni: "That's definitely not me, and it's not Sensi, so the rest..."
Senxi: "The only one left is the brave and arrogant Sheriff Wang Dengming."
Wang Dengming really couldn't figure out how he ended up being mentioned as Don Quixote, the lunatic, and classified himself as a Don Quixote type of person.
"Who can tell me what kind of man Don Quixote is?"
Detective: "Madness and absurdity are important characteristics of Don Quixote's character. At the same time, he is also serious, noble, brave, not afraid of difficulties, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, selfless and sacrificial, and compassionate. But His behavior was out of step with the times and he was ridiculed.”
"Sponsor, aren't you the result of being brainwashed by the red-eyed people, causing you to speak inconsistently with your logic?"
"No, have you read the book Don Quixote?"
"I've read the first part, but I haven't finished it yet."
"When you finish reading it, you feel like you have something in common with Don Quixote."
The detective smiled evilly and said: "So, there are some things in common. For example, in order to get Ronan into bed, the police chief forgot himself and completely ignored the consequences, right?"
Wang Dengming had nothing to say.
Helene smiled and said: "It seems that there is a point. Sheriff, when you did Ronan, did you really not think of the consequences?"
"I've always done things without regard for the consequences."
Everyone at the dinner table said: "You are indeed the descendant of Don Quixote!"
At the same time, in an office building on the 72nd floor of a skyscraper in the Bronx, New York.
In front of the large floor-to-ceiling glass of the office building.
A fat man with a weird haircut sat on an office chair with his hands clasped together on his chest.
There was only a handful of yellow hair on the top of his head, and the entire skull was as smooth as an artificial plastic bottle.
The red T-shirt was red with blood, and a strange pendant hung on his chest, like a little black toad with its mouth wide open.
He wore a pair of dark sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Why did it happen like that? William Price is really dead."
There was a person standing in front of the man in sunglasses.
A long black straight-leg autumn coat wrapped around him like a scabbard and was buttoned up from his throat to his knees, making him appear thinner. His shoulders were hunched and he looked bony. That angular face is engraved with traces of wind, frost and time, like the color of the moist sand on the Loess Plateau.
His dark eyes were surrounded by bloodshot eyes, and his lower eyelids drooped, exposing the pink mucosa on the inside.
"Yes, I got the news yesterday. It is true that Lian Price is indeed dead. He and his assistant fell into the deep ravine next to Adventure Castle together with their car. After the car fell, There was a fire, and the body was so burned that I couldn’t even recognize it.”
The man in sunglasses took out a cigar from the cigarette case on the table.
"Want one?"
The standing man shook his head.
The man in sunglasses put the cigar into his mouth and lit it.
"The thing is indeed in the hands of that Chinese policeman?"
"This is not completely certain yet, but the biggest suspect is the Chinese policeman, his name is Wang Dengming. William Price said that the statue was missing from the basement of Toback's house, and the Chinese policeman went in to search, and he went in After that, the statue disappeared.”
Man in sunglasses: "Did the Chinese police kill William Price? Did he want to kill someone and silence him?"
"There is a possibility, Vidal, that you messed up this matter. Please tell me how to get the statue back."
Vidal: "What a joke, that idiot Lian Price messed this up! What does it have to do with me?"
"He is your partner, he was sent by you!"
"Saiya Kremu, do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me in such a tone!"
Kremu stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed Vidal by the collar of his T-shirt: "Idiot, don't put on airs in front of me!"
The sharp dagger was only two centimeters away from the muscles of Vidal's neck.
"No, don't be like this, man, put away your scary things. Impulsiveness won't solve the problem. It won't solve the problem at all. Let's think about how to get the things back."
The dagger stayed at Vidal's neck for a moment, and was finally taken back by Kremu and hidden in his pocket.
Vidal twisted his neck, took two puffs of his cigar, and said: "Yes, your impulsive habits have always been like that for so many years. You know and I know Lian Price's ability to do things. I can only say He is unlucky and has met a more unruly person. I will not send any more people. One of my partners has already died. If you want that statue back so much, I think you'd better do it yourself. "
Kremu stared at him expressionlessly.
Vidal shrugged: "Otherwise, do you still want me to find that lovely Chinese policeman?"
"You are such a coward!"
"You're right, I'm a coward. I don't want to be killed for no reason. That thing is a disaster."
Keremu said nothing more and left the writing room angrily.
After Kremu left, Vidal pressed a small black button on the table.
Two tough men walked in.
"Follow him, find the statue, and kill him, including the Chinese policeman!"
"Okay, boss."
