“Dragon Boat Festival?”
At that moment, Han Chaopei was extremely confused and inexplicable.
He thought about this person's purpose, killed himself to prevent future troubles or wanted to ask for information from him, and he thought about all kinds of situations.
But I never expected that the other party would ask this, so Han Chaopei replied almost like a conditioned reflex, "The Great Cold Nether Kingdom."
"Fight, then fight, until his mother can't recognize him." Xu Chuan was surprised that this little BK still dared to speak stubbornly.
However, this time Han Chaopei reacted, raised his foot and kicked the table in front of him, and rushed towards Xu Chuan.
With a roar, Han Chaopei made a taekwondo move to kick the air with his back spin. His posture was stretched and powerful, and he was obviously a master.
But it is well known that people cannot change directions and avoid them when they jump up, especially when they turn around.
So when Han Chaopei turned his head and faced the folding stool that Xu Chuan swung over, he could only watch it keep growing in front of him.
"Bang~", Xu Chuan, who had been ready for a long time, swung the folding bench beside him on Han Chaopei's face.
The timing was just right, just like Han Chaopei jumped up and hit him.
Then he fell to the floor, and the whole ground seemed to tremble twice.
"So don't jump up when you fight, and don't turn around." Xu Chuan said as he continued to raise the folding stool, and he hugged Han Chaopei, who was already covered in a circle, and a ten-combo strike.
Lynn Feins wanted to help, but then he found that he was no longer needed.
Well, his boss, well, he is so cruel to start. I wonder if Han Guo’s plastic surgery technology can be saved.
"Get up, tell me again who belongs to the Dragon Boat Festival?" Xu Chuan threw the deformed folding stool aside and pointed at the other party. He had not forgotten about the Dragon Boat Festival.
The sound of a sirens sounded outside the restaurant, and NYPD came very quickly this time.
The first person to come in was Luke Hobbs. The FBI of course arranged for people to watch Xu Chuan outside the Four Seasons Garden, and reported his situation to Hobbs as soon as possible.
And Umbrella's people also knew that someone was staring at them, but it wouldn't be illegal to beat a famous killer, right?
"Mr. Gryers, who is this?"
Hobbs looked at Han Chaopei, who was already fainting with blood on his face leaning against the wall, and felt that the boss of UC Technology should not take risks, just to fight with others. He asked very politely.
"This is the killer who ran away in the stadium that day. Koreans, Chaopei, check your database and he should have his information." Xu Chuan replied with a tissue wipe of blood on his hands.
With Hobbes' physique, he almost had a heart attack. He really wanted to ask if the other party was too idle. Do you need to go there in person? Just to beat the other party?
However, when he thought of the previous car chase scene, the man who jumped off the car and kicked the killer away, he felt relieved of the scene in front of him.
Seeing the FBI's people dragging Han Chaopei out of the restaurant, Xu Chuan didn't say much. His purpose was neither to beat people nor to increase KPIs to the FBI.
Feins just stuffed a micro signal transmitter into Mr. Han, and now the little thing is in the other party's stomach.
This is Berkhoff's product. The advantage is that it is difficult to detect the microscope, and the disadvantage is that it will be corroded by the human body if it can only last for about twenty hours.
According to Xu Chuan's idea, Han Chaopei should not sit still and wait for death. This guy is not only a killer, but also a senior agent of the Hanguo Frog Station before entering this industry.
He should find a way to escape, and the NYPD's detention room probably won't be able to lock him up.
Xu Chuan wanted to see where this guy would contact whom if he escaped. It might not necessarily have something to do with the person who offered him a reward, but he was idle anyway.
"Mr. Gryers, if there is a next time, please inform me or NYPD first. There is no need to take such risks."
Luke Hobbs has an emotional intelligence that is inconsistent with his physique, and he makes a very tactful statement about "Don't cause us trouble again."
Flushing is quite lively at around 10 o'clock in the evening, but now it is even more lively. The restaurant is full of people watching the fun.
Listening to various familiar dialects and compensating for the restaurant's losses, Xu Chuan came out and thought he had returned to China.
Getting into the car, Xu Chuan took the tactical terminal tracker and started to work.
"Boss, let's go back now?"
"Go back? You're so good at joking. Call Swag and we'll have something to eat, I'll treat you."
Master Xu was very arrogant. Although he wanted to invite these big and thick guys to the chopped noodles next to him, he still wanted to save face.
I found a Cantonese restaurant that was not closed yet, and the group of five of them and Swag had a meal together.
"Boss, how do you use chopsticks?" A guy named Massimo Kaufman in the bodyguard team held the chopsticks and felt that these two sticks were much harder than guns.
Xu Chuan pointed to the fork and spoon that was placed in front of him, "Brother, there is no need to make things difficult for myself."
He has no intention of popularizing Chinese food for these people. If he doesn't know how to use chopsticks, he doesn't use it. What can he do?
In other words, to take care of the tastes of these foreigners, otherwise he would go to eat water and boil fish by himself.
If these people weren't giving Xu Chuan a face, they might want to eat pizza or find a strip club to watch the show while drinking beer.
Xu Chuan ordered a few special dishes and several improved dishes specially customized for foreigners, which try to take into account everyone's tastes as much as possible.
This world is not something that foreigners can conquer it by eating real Chinese food as described in some novels. Otherwise, why would the improved dishes appear? It is to meet the tastes of foreigners.
Even the whole of China can make a fuss about which dish you like, why should foreigners like it?
Xu Chuan actually never understands why many people on the Internet are happy when they see foreigners praise Chinese food? How inferior is he?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! His attitude is generally, if you like to eat or not, who cares about you?
After eating, Xu Chuan glanced out the window. Before the FBI people had withdrawn, he called the restaurant owner and asked him to prepare two takeout and coffee to deliver to the people in the car.
When the two FBI agents got the lunch box, they looked surprised. Xu Chuan waved to the other party through the window. The other party responded and picked up the takeaway.
Xu Chuan smiled. The two people probably didn't know how to scold him before. They had to follow him if they didn't go back to the hotel at night.
He is not trying to sell it to the FBI, but he is used to establishing good relationships with some people at the grassroots level, and sometimes he may have unexpected gains.
After dinner, Xu Chuan ordered a few simple and exquisite dishes and packed them back to the hotel.
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Luke Hobbs did not directly bring Han Chaopei back to the NYPD headquarters, but went to the hospital with him.
He doesn't want to fall a little further on this.
When checking Han Chaopei, information about the other party was also sent over, and this person was indeed not a simple person.
The former Han Guo agent had experience in cooperating with the CIA, but I don’t know why he left his post and became a killer.
The MK Group is a criminal group headquartered in Hanguo and whose power is mainly distributed in Asian countries, mainly training killers and specializing in assassination operations.
The scale is not too large, but the business scope is spread all over the world.
Hobbs was very glad that he followed him, and this guy was definitely a big trouble.
If this guy runs out of the hospital again, it will be fun.
The examination results were very pleasant. This guy's injury just looked a bit serious, but it was just a large facial contusion and a slight concussion.
At least he could still speak after the examination, "Police Officer, why should you arrest me? I am the victim, I want to sue you."
Hobbs took out his ID, "First of all, I am not a policeman but the FBI. Second, someone accused you of intention to hurt. Third, you don't really think I don't have your information, right? Can you take out your passport and let me check it?"
Han Chaopei watched the other party stop quibbling, "I want to make a phone call and see my lawyer."
"Of course, this is your right." Hobbes replied.
To be honest, this guy is a bit tricky. Although the FBI knows the other party's profession, he is not illegal now and is not a wanted criminal. Hobbs can detain him for a period of time at most.
Even if his lawyer is strong enough, he may be able to leave NYPD in less than a few hours.
As for illegal entry, it is really nothing in the United States, and at most he will be repatriated.
After saying that, Hobbs asked his men to remove the handcuffs from the railing on the hospital bed.
He planned to try prying Han Chaopei's mouth in a limited time, and he was very interested in the MK group.
He brought the person back to the FBI New York branch instead of NYPD because the person's intelligence does not need to be shared with NYPD.
Maybe his partner, Vice Captain Mata, will get angry with him tomorrow, but this kind of situation of robbing credit is a first come first served.
A technician carefully checked Han Chaopei's body to make sure there was nothing suspicious, including the buttons on the clothes.
"I will give you a landline, you have two minutes to contact the lawyer, I will make a time so I figured out how to say it and dial it."
In an interrogation room made of bulletproof glass, Han Chaopei's hands were locked on a metal table, which was fixed to the ground, and it was impossible for him to break free unless the guy was a Hulk.
"Do you understand?"
Han Chaopei looked at the shrew on his hand and nodded coldly. If it weren't for the wounds that were blue and purple on his face, he would look really handsome.
To be continued...