Wealth can not only be used to exchange material things. When wealth reaches a certain level, it will become an extremely terrifying weapon if used in the appropriate way.
Attack people first, attack people's hearts first.
Regardless of whether "Carter" used threats or inducements, it would be difficult for Clive to be willing to take risks and break the explosive information about "Nakajima" to him. Because as long as Clive remains silent, he will not be involved in this incident, let alone take any risks. But when Sir Li came forward, he had to speak.
Because the consequences of offending Sir Li will definitely be worse than offending "Nakajima", and they will come faster. Because the other party gave out a bonus, his two-year sentence may end tomorrow - he will be released from prison lying down.
Sir Li has understood this truth deeply since he became rich. He has never been stingy about using money. Every year when a new magazine is released on the wealth rankings, he will buy a copy and put it in his storage space.
Because like the pistol and the Eight-Zhan Dao, it is a weapon belonging to Sir Li.
At this time, the convertible was driving on the way to Chinatown. Carter had just recovered from the shock and couldn't help but asked: "Officer Li, why do you carry a magazine with you?"
He had finally seen how rich the Chinese police officer in front of him was.
I even started to feel that Sir Li was a bit stingy as to why he had just offered an "informant fee" of US$100,000.
If he had opened a little more, he would regret choosing money now even if he was crying and fussing.
With a smile on his face, Li Shaoze glanced over and replied: "Because there are too many rich people in the world, and I need something to tell others how rich I am."
Cars, watches, checks... these things are no longer enough at his level.
Moreover, promoting and proving the wealth and strength of the rich is also the purpose of the existence of various rich rankings in the world.
"All right."
"Why don't people around the world have rankings to prove how poor a person is?"
Carter bared his white teeth helplessly, stretched out his hand to pat his forehead and sighed.
In fact, he knows the answer to this question.
Because the world is like a pyramid, there are too many poor people at the bottom, and only the rich are becoming increasingly rare.
Poor people don't need to prove at all. As long as you can't prove that you are rich, then you are a poor person.
Li Shaoze smiled when he saw the rookie detective's appearance and did not continue to answer him. The more you say now, the more hurt it will be to him. Remaining silent is taking care of his young mind.
However, not far after the car drove away from the prison, the external mobile phone that had been placed in the inner pocket of the suit began to vibrate. Li Shaoze had a premonition in his heart. He grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and took out his phone to see. Sure enough, the system treasure box had been refreshed.
I saw a radar scanning interface that directly filled the entire phone screen, spinning around and around.
The blue cursor is located on the left front, and the coordinates are in Chinatown.
"Ding."
"The treasure chest has been refreshed this month."
Li Shaoze stepped on the accelerator, the car jumped out quickly, and the number of yards continued to increase.
"Carter" sitting next to him grabbed his seat belt, his eyes widened, and the scenery in his field of vision quickly regressed. At this moment, he felt gusts of strong wind blowing towards him, and he immediately began to complain strongly in his heart.
"The text message just now must have been sent by his mother, telling him that he was going home for dinner."
"No, it's also possible that my wife is going to have a baby!"
"Wow wow wow, I feel like the secretary asked him to go back to work in China."
"Carter"'s mouth opened wide, and strong winds rushed into his mouth, which finally turned into a weird scream.
Sir Li's speed was kept above 150 per hour all the way... No matter whether it was on the straight road in the suburbs or turning in the city, he did not have any collisions.
LV5's special driving skills are not just for free, he is a car god when he drives fast.
Gradually, "Carter's" panicked screams disappeared and were replaced by happy cheers.
However, as the vehicle approached Chinatown, its speed gradually slowed down and finally stopped at the entrance of Chinatown.
Li Shaoze got out of the car with a calm expression, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and immediately saw a red three-story building with the sign of "Fuzhou Hotel" hanging on it.
It was already dark in Los Angeles at this time. In the night, the red lanterns, red light signs, and the red cheongsam worn by the waiters all looked very eye-catching.
The main color in Chinatown has always been red.
Because this is the color that represents my hometown and the red that represents the Chinese.
"Hey, my tires, engine, and windshield are all really worn out."
"I will send it to the auto repair shop tomorrow. If something goes wrong, remember to replace it for me."
"Carter" then got out of the car and circled the convertible twice. He planned to cheat the rich man, so he quickly stepped forward to give a lecture.
As for the beautiful "China Red" in Chinatown, Detective "Carter" has long been tired of seeing it.
In comparison, he still prefers black.
Li Shaoze glanced at him, hummed twice and said: "If you have any questions, please report to the police station. Let's go inside and take a look first."
He is completely clear about "Carter's" little intention of taking advantage.
It's a pity that he is not a stupid fool. How can it be possible that what others say means what it is? With a single word, the other person's illusions will be extinguished.
Through the scanning of the mobile phone radar, you can clearly see the blue cursor appearing in front of you. "Nakajima" must be inside the Fuzhou Hotel. All we need to do is kill him and arrest him.
"Well, rich people are really smart."
"Carter" muttered in his heart and followed Sir Li quickly to the front of the hotel. When he was about to go upstairs, "Carter" stretched out his hand to stop him.
"You don't have a gun on you. Let's go outside first."
"I can go up alone to find out the news."
He was actually afraid that Sir Li would arrest someone as soon as he entered the door. After a conflict broke out between the two parties, the situation at the scene would be too dangerous, so he wanted to block the other party from the door.
After he entered the hotel and confirmed that "Nakajima" was inside, he immediately called the police station to request support.
By then the hostages have been rescued, the credit has been taken, and there is no need to fight with people under a hail of bullets.
Perfect! Warygood!
Li Shaoze glanced at him suspiciously, but he didn't expect that the rookie police detective suddenly became brave. But the other party should be the one to do this kind of work. How dare you leave it to him?
You know, he can kill everyone within three minutes of entering the store. A rookie police detective enters the store? It will be solved in three seconds. Alas, it feels so uncomfortable to have a rookie in the team.
When Sir Li was about to retort, he suddenly saw a big American man in a suit smoking outside the alleyway to the left of the store door. When his eyes glanced at a gold necklace around the big man's neck, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
Because the gold chain has a unique shape, with a gold pendant with the word "福" hanging low, it is different from the thick chains that most Americans like to hang, and it is a very iconic feature.
After comparing it with "Fuzhou Hotel", Sir Li immediately made a judgment in his mind. He patted "Carter" on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work, buddy. I'll help you out outside."
"If you are willing, you can also order two Fuzhou dishes to eat. They taste very good!"
"Carter" didn't know that "Yaba" means powerful or great in Fuzhou dialect, but he could understand Sir Li's attitude. So he nodded with satisfaction, whistled and walked into the door of the hotel.
"Welcome." The greeter standing inside the door first said the welcome speech in Chinese, and then said it again in English.
"Carter" propped up the table and said, "Hello, I'm looking for Nakajima."
"I'm his lawyer and he's in big trouble and needs my help."
"Excuse me, is Nakajima in the store?"
"Carter" acted cleverly and came up with a set of lines, looking at the environment of the hotel. There were more than a dozen small square tables on the first floor of the hotel, and five or six guests were dining at this time. There are stairs at the back and you can go directly upstairs.
Unfortunately, the female greeter in front of him didn't buy it and said she didn't know "Nakajima".
"Carter" scratched his head, picked up the menu and sat at a dining table. He repeatedly mentioned "Nakashima"'s name and accidentally exposed the handle of the gun at his waist.
The handle of the gun was more effective than any words. The female receptionist gave him a deep look, asked him to wait a moment, and then walked up the back stairs alone to the third floor of the hotel.
After walking into the hall full of gunmen, she bent down her red cheongsam and leaned gently next to "Qian Tao" to speak and report.
At this time, "Qian Tao" had just finished talking to the boss and ordered his subordinates to take the little girl away. After listening to the welcome report, he turned to the figure on the sofa and said: "Boss, someone is looking for Nakajima down below. "
"Nakajima" picked up the remote control on the table and pressed it forward. An embroidered hanging board on the wall in front of him lifted up, displaying six surveillance images.
"Nakajima" walked out of his desk with a cigar under his arm, and gathered in front of the monitoring screen with Qian Tao and others, clearly seeing the low-level situation in his eyes...
On a big screen in the middle, "Carter" summoned another waiter and was taking orders with great enthusiasm.
It seems that he has not forgotten Sir Li's instructions to him at all.
"Nakajima" chuckled, took a puff of his cigar and said, "Bring him up and kill him directly."
"Yes, boss."
The female greeter nodded, put her hands on her waist, and walked down the stairs step by step to greet people.
At the same time, the scene changed, and "Nakajima" in a gray suit showed his face. It was the American consul "George" who had been at the dinner.
But now "George" has retired and no longer has any official identity, only another name - "Nakashima".
"Hey, brother."
Li Shaoze, holding a cigarette in his mouth, walked to the intersection of the alley and said hello to the gunman. When the other party looked away warily, he spread his hands and explained: "Is there any fire?"
"hehe……"
The gunman did not expect to be a country man who smoked without a fire. After sneering twice, he took out an iron-cased lighter with a little arrogance and handed it to Sir Li.
"Thank you very much."
After Li Shaoze reached for the lighter, he did not open a cigarette, but suddenly grabbed the other person's jaw. Immediately, he quickly opened the mouth blocked by his palm, and sent the entire lighter directly into the other person's throat.
Snapped! Then he raised and closed his fist, knocking the gunman unconscious and looking into the alley.
I saw a black van parked at the exit opposite the alley, and two gunmen in black suits were stuffing a shaking black plastic bag into the van. The swaying posture of the plastic bag clearly indicated that someone was struggling inside.
