The host is red and black, and the system can only chirp

Zu Weizhen was rarely embarrassed, "How dare you!"

……

Regardless of whether Qin Jiaye and her cooperated on purpose, it was magical that the DU dealer really found the hotel where they were staying.

No wonder Xi Mingming always emphasizes——

Don’t use your domestic habits in this city, otherwise you won’t even know where you’ve lost.

No matter how clever you are, in the City of God you may be shot in the head by a gun-toting kid and end up in total defeat.

……

Everything developed just as Xi Mingming had guessed.

She first reported the loss of contact with Qin Jiaye and Ye Chun to the local police; then she went to the Consulate General in China in person to seek consular assistance and protection.

Soon, the disappearance of the Chinese couple made the local news.

Qin Jiaye and Zu Weizhen then showed up on their own initiative and went to the police station in a disheveled state.

They were nearly kidnapped by armed gangsters and continued to be hunted.

They will buy tickets to leave as soon as possible and hope to be protected by local police during this period.

……

At the hotel provided by the police, drug dealers broke into the room in broad daylight.

No wonder when they met at the police station, Xi Mingming took the opportunity to tell them that they didn't need to do anything more. The closer they were to the police, the easier it would be for drug dealers to find them.

In large-scale anti-drug operations, drug trafficking gangs are still able to cooperate with the military and police to stage a big show in the city.

The City of God is beyond your imagination.

……

"Fortunately, we listened to Mingming. Otherwise, if we had taken an extra step, it would have easily aroused the suspicion of the drug dealer. If we leave immediately, the other party will lose time to consider because of anxiety. Now is good, which is in line with the Chinese habit of seeking help from the police when encountering problems."

When six masked men armed with guns broke into the room, Qin Jiaye thought while resisting.

"Ms. Ye, we are very clear about your identity. If possible, I would prefer to meet in a friendly manner." The young man opposite was very polite, speaking Chinese with a drawl.

Zu Weizhen asked fiercely after hearing this: "Are you from Wandao?"

"As expected, you are the descendant of General Ye." The Asian man exclaimed and waved his hand.

The gunman, wearing a headscarf with only his eyes exposed, handed over a briefcase.

The Asian man placed the items in the file bag on the table one by one. On top was a thick stack of photos of Xi Mingming, and below that were printed documents.

The top one was a photo of Xi Mingming’s rented hotel room.

Even though they had expected Xi Mingming to come forward, Qin Jiaye was still furious. He elbowed the DU dealer who grabbed him from behind, even though it was in vain.

"What do you want to do? My sister is a foreign correspondent. Do you want to stir up international disputes? If you dare to touch her, China will not let you go, no matter where you are!"

Two DU dealers brutally pushed Qin Jiaye to the ground and pressed his left cheek against the carpet.

They looked indifferent and didn't understand why the Chinese DU Xiao had to maintain outward politeness in such a situation.

But it doesn’t matter, the other party pays and they do the work.

If the local DU dealer were to say, "shoot them twice, any arm or thigh you choose, who would dare to disobey?"

The Asian man smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, I admire men like you who value family. But in this city, not to mention foreign journalists, even congressmen, military policemen were shot and killed..."

He circled his index finger around his temple and said slowly, "Extremely normal."

"The authorities will naturally hunt down the murderer afterward. But in this land, regardless of other things... there are especially many real murderers." The Asian man sat down opposite Qin Jiaye, crossed his legs, and asked with a chuckle, "Mr. Qin, is this what you want?"

The DU dealer was very polite to Zu Weizhen and just tied her hands behind her back.

"Stop talking nonsense. What on earth do you want to do?"

The man shrugged. "Ms. Ye is really straightforward. We just hope that the [Students' Association] charity organization under Ms. Ye's name will accept a batch of donated materials, that's all."

Zu Weizhen grinned: "Supplies from the City of God? Do you think I would agree to that?"

The man didn't care. He took out his cell phone and swiped the screen.

"Reporter Xi once asked me, do you know Chinese people well? I didn't give a direct answer at that time." The man nodded, "Now I know, yes, I do."

Turning the phone screen to face Zu Weizhen, there was a photo of a house under the night sky and a clear red dot on the window of a building in the distance.

He said, "Ms. Ye, you are the daughter of a general, and you know very well what this means. I also know very well that if I force you two, you will most likely fail miserably."

"Now, it's up to you to choose. Your fiancé's sister, please accept this batch of donated materials."

The man stood up and flicked his shirt. "Ms. Ye, don't worry. Just sign and agree that this batch of overseas donation qualifications will be shipped through customs with your container. You don't need to do anything extra."

"The [Students' Association] has donated money and materials to so many poor Asian students in various places. If someone gives back a little, they should share it, right?"

"Don't worry, the donated protein powder, milk powder, coffee and other supplies do not conflict with the supplies you bring into the country."

"You will get what you deserve, more than you can imagine. Everything..."

He opened his arms: "It has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with the Ye family."

"Your choice?"

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Due to the 11-hour time difference, Zu Weizhen was forced to sign his agreement, and the document was immediately transmitted back.

While the domestic crackdown was proceeding step by step, Qin Jiaye and Zu Weizhen were dozing off in the hotel, pretending to be calm.

Both of them were worried about Xi Mingming, fearing that she would not be able to evacuate from the hotel and would really fall under the sniper's gun.

……

[Host, the system is very useful, right? It's not in vain that I earn energy for you, right?] The system is completely up and running tonight.

Xi Mingming wore rubber gloves and caressed the light 50 in his hand as if he was caressing his lover.

Light 50 is a nickname, military serial number M82A1, it is a large-caliber sniper rifle, also known as an anti-material rifle. The combat weight of the whole gun is 14.8 kg, the magazine capacity is 10 rounds, the maximum range is 2500 meters, and the effective range is 1850 meters.

Research and Development Company – Barrett.

[You really think highly of me.] Xi Mingming kicked the sturdy man lying on the rooftop and pulled off his tightly wrapped headscarf, [Wow, I knew it.]

If he was a member of a drug trafficking organization, they would have the utmost disregard for human life. The most likely scenario was that he would directly break into the hotel, put a gun to Xi Mingming's head, and then make a video call to his accomplices in the hotel.

In the City of God, drug trafficking organizations are so brazen.

Only Chinese people would use heavy weapons to intimidate others from a distance.

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[What to do next? Should we go help Qin Jiaye and Zu Weizhen? Is their plan to escape from the predicament reliable? ]

The system ignites and it incites the host.

[The information about the domestic clearance has been transmitted. What if we are found out? If the wanted criminal knows that all the people in the country have been arrested, Qin Jiaye and the other two will be a danger to the host. Let's go over and kill him! ]

It’s time for the system’s favorite part again - seeing people’s regretful faces.

The wanted criminal from Wandao actually dared to appear in front of the host so brazenly. He was really bold.

Don’t think that only suspects take photos. The host is a reporter. During the entire night at the cemetery, the host took all-round portraits of the other party.

Using a fake identity? Haha, the host is not just a reporter, but a Chinese police officer.

Xi Mingming stood on the roof, observing her room in the distance through the crosshairs of a sniper rifle. Well, the dummy was sitting at the desk, and the keyboard typing sounds of the computer program running were probably reaching the suspect's ears through the monitoring device.

Xi Mingming packed up his sniper rifle and said, "Let's go back to the hotel and deal with the dummy in front of the desk. The computer needs to be turned off. The program is running with too constant a speed, and it will arouse suspicion if it takes too long."

Kick the half-disabled male corpse under your feet, and then send this thing to the Consulate General.