"GO, GO." Matthew quickly ran into the living room, and the police officers present quickly picked up the monitoring earphones. At the same time, five detectives who had just returned from the bank were carrying a black cash box in both hands.
Inside was 50 million U.S. dollars prepared according to the criminal's requirements, divided into ten boxes, each containing 5 million U.S. dollars. All are genuine, real money just withdrawn from the bank.
After Matthew put on his headphones, he reminded Consul Han beside him softly.
"Answer the phone."
"OK."
Consul Han had been waiting in Hou's living room. Then he realized that Sir Li had not followed the FBI agent back. He could only follow Matthew's instructions completely and picked up the phone from the table to his ear.
As soon as he picked up the phone, the voice of "Qian Tao" came from the other side: "Did you get the money?"
"got it."
Consul Han glanced at the cash box in the hands of the agents and nodded steadily.
"During the fireworks just now, I just want to tell you that I'm not kidding you, I'm serious about it."
"Now take the money and head down the alley behind the 'Fuzhou Hotel' in Chinatown, you only have 29 minutes."
"You come alone."
Bang, "Qian Tao" hung up the phone very quickly this time. Just after saying the location, there was only a string of blind tones coming from the other side of the phone.
Consul Han looked around while holding the phone, his brows furrowed and worried.
Because the kidnapper didn't even give him a chance to bargain or hear his daughter's voice just now, his attitude was too decisive.
Fortunately, Matthew put down his earphones and said comfortingly: "Consul Han, you don't have to worry."
"The US$50 million is all ready."
"Now you set off alone in a commercial vehicle, and our FBI team members will protect you all the way. As long as you and the criminals start the hostage exchange, and after confirming the safety of the daughter's life, we will take immediate action. Protect people and money, a No loss will be suffered.”
Consul Han walked around the table expressionlessly, walked to an agent, and took the cash box in his hand. After opening the cash box and confirming that it was filled with banknotes, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although given his status, it is not surprising that the FBI is willing to borrow the ransom from the bank. But being able to collect the ransom so quickly is indeed a great honor.
You know, even if the ransom money disappears, the bank has no right to ask him to return it personally. The FBI will be needed to cancel the account. Therefore, Consul Han was already prepared to personally borrow money from Sir Li if the bank would not give him the money.
After all, among his friends, the only one who could quickly withdraw 50 million US dollars was "Li Shaoze" who had the money ability.
It's a pity that Sir Li has not come back now, otherwise he would definitely do things according to Sir Li's instructions first. However, based on Consul Han’s understanding of Sir Li, he believed that Sir Li would definitely be following up on the case when he returned with the FBI. Maybe he would have made some new discoveries?
"Xiao Zheng, put all this money into the car."
Consul Han handed the cash box to the female assistant beside him. Then the female assistant led the detectives to the door, opened the side door of a commercial vehicle, and put the cash boxes into the back seat one by one.
"Mr. Consul, please bring this with you."
Matthew stood aside and took out a monitoring earphone and handed it to Consul Han.
"Um."
Consul Han nodded, and after inserting the headset into his ear, he discovered that the headset actually had a positioning function. Matthew took out a small tablet with a red dot on it.
"Set off."
The kidnappers didn't give them much time. It only takes about 20 minutes to get from the villa to Chinatown. So after Consul Han was ready, he immediately got into the driver's seat of the commercial vehicle and drove to Chinatown.
Matthew and others put on their equipment, got into a civilian police car, and followed Consul Han's car closely.
Chinatown.
Fuzhou Hotel, third floor.
After Qian Tao hung up the phone, he looked up at a strong figure behind the desk.
Anyone who is familiar with Qian Tao knows that his character has always been bohemian and cruel. But in front of the real big boss, he reported carefully like a good baby: "The fight is over, boss."
"Okay, remember to arrange for someone to send the little girl away."
"This time we are just for money, and we can get the money smoothly according to my plan."
The figure sitting on the sofa chair was wearing a suit and holding a cigar, looking like he was winning.
It was obvious that they had carefully planned the steps to hand over the money, and were confident that they would not be caught by FBI agents and have the opportunity to rescue the hostages. And it can be seen from the blond gunmen wearing suits around them. The boss behind the "Nakajima Group" is not Japanese or Chinese, but actually an American.
The "Fuzhou Hotel" that serves as his home is not so much because he likes to eat Chinese food, but rather because he wants to borrow Chinese elements to serve as a protective umbrella to confuse his vision.
But really speaking, the sweet and sour taste of Fuzhou cuisine is indeed more in line with the appetite of older ghosts. It is very possible that the boss behind the scenes really likes Fuzhou food. Otherwise, why would he open a "Fuzhou Restaurant" instead of a "Guangdong Restaurant"?
Qian Tao still had some doubts in his heart at this time, and he tried in a low voice: "Boss, are you sending the little girl away now?"
"Will the FBI come with a blank sheet of paper?"
According to the FBI's usual method, bringing a little counterfeit money or blank paper is not only not strange, but also normal.
But the big man sitting on the sofa shook his head, puffed on his cigar and said, "No."
"Get ready to do something."
Whether the FBI would hand over real money, as the big boss behind the scenes, he was naturally prepared. Qian Tao nodded after hearing this, and immediately turned around and asked his two younger brothers to go to the warehouse in the back kitchen to bring the little girl out.
…
Half an hour ago.
Los Angeles jail.
"Hey, Clive, can you come?" A prison guard opened the door and sent a fat man wearing a blue prison uniform to the prison cafeteria.
"Carter" and Li Shaoze stood at the table, folding their hands and looking at the fat man in front of them.
Being arrested and thrown into prison was already a bad thing, but now being called up for questioning in the middle of the night, wouldn't it be even worse? Therefore, the plump and fat man named Clive did not give the two of them a good look.
"Carter, how dare you come to me."
It turned out that Carter was the policeman who arrested him, so he was naturally unhappy with him.
However, when his eyes swept over Li Shaoze's Chinese face, his expression felt a little strange. Because he seemed to have seen this man before, but he didn't know where he was.
"Hey, I was bored when I passed by here, so I came to see you by the way."
"Officer Li, can you give him a cigarette?"
Since the visit to "Carter" did not go through the normal procedures this time, but the prison administrator was willing to give him five minutes as a favor in private, so everyone was not at the place where they usually visit the prison, and there was no surveillance nearby, so the tone was casual. Some.
After saying "Carter" to Sir Li, Li Shaoze immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his suit, took one out and handed it to Clive.
Clive took the cigarette, waited until Sir Li took out the lighter to light it for him, took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke and said, "I'm sorry, a cigarette can't buy my soul."
"I don't know if this will work."
Li Shaoze took out a pack of pills from his pocket, which was the good stuff confiscated in Chinatown last time.
Although Clive has a fat head and big ears, it does not mean that his head is full of fat. He still has some brains. At this time, he held a cigarette in his mouth, spread his hands and said, "You can't even try to trick me into leaving my fingerprints."
"Hey, Clive, isn't this what you like?"
"We can give you one pill that won't leave fingerprints."
"Carter" stood aside and encouraged him, but Clive didn't fall for the trick at all. He stepped back to the warning front of the door, shook his head and said: "Carter, not everyone is as stupid as him."
"I just want to find out some information from you. Why are you attacking me in life?"
"Now tell me, where are the people from the Nakajima Group? Who are they who kidnapped this little girl."
"As long as you tell me, I won't go to court to sue you."
"Carter" took out a photo of "Xiu Rong" from his pocket and handed it to Clive step by step.
You know, Clive used to specialize in illegal immigration business in Los Angeles. Only he knows best how many illegal aliens are stranded in Los Angeles.
And people who specialize in this kind of head business must have very good ears and eyes.
Qian Tao is not the only one in the "Nakajima Group" who has illegally entered the country. He can hide it from the FBI, but it is impossible to hide it from Clive in front of him.
Sure enough, after hearing the name "Nakajima Group", Clive's expression changed and he said slightly nervously: "I don't know this person..."
"Your expression clearly says we know you."
"It seems that the Nakajima Group is really strong, otherwise Clive wouldn't be so scared."
"Carter" secretly cursed in his heart, but did not start to speak. Instead, he glanced at Officer Li.
Because the name "Nakajima Group" came from Officer Li's mouth, I believe Officer Li has a better way to get Clive to speak.
Facts proved that he was right. Li Shaoze put his hand into the inner pocket of his suit, took out a magazine from it, and turned to the home page. And he came up to Clive, pointed at the person on the screen and asked, "Who is this?"
"It's you..." Clive glanced back and forth, finally remembering where he had seen the person in front of him.
It turned out to be on the global wealth rankings.
I saw that in this Asian ranking magazine, the first name was Li Shaoze's name, as well as his wealth.
"Haha, tell me where the Nakajima Group is hiding, or I will spend money to kill your whole family."
"Look at the numbers down here and you'd expect me to be kidding."
The amount of money Li Shaoze published on the cover of the magazine is as high as more than 30 billion U.S. dollars, and the magazine is also in English.
Clive looked straight at the string of numbers, and finally swallowed his saliva and said: "Chinatown, Fuzhou Hotel."
"Nakajima and his men are there."
At first, Clive thought that the Chinese man in front of him was just an ordinary policeman, and he did not expect that the other person had such a big background.
"Let's go to Chinatown!"
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