2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Can you leave now?" Chang An urged from the side: "Come on, come on, come out first, let's go back and talk if you have anything to say."

At his urging, Yan Muyun and Ye Buyu had to leave the police station with heavy hearts.

"Let me put it this way, if you want the South Vietnamese police to give you a result on this matter, it is better to expect a monkey to study the theory of relativity from scratch."

As soon as they got in the car, Changan scolded the two of them angrily: "You are still too naive, thinking that everything is in the country? And sometimes even in the country, it is not necessarily... well, this I won’t go into details. Do you know Shannon’s full name? Shannon McCool. There is McCool Heavy Industries over there in the Democratic-American Federation. I don’t believe the two are not related at all. McCool Heavy Industries is in South Vietnam. There are also many investment projects here, especially in the northwest, and the construction of many industrial zones should be related to them. And even if McCool Heavy Industries doesn't say anything, just because of Shannon's own local energy, the South Vietnamese police will not I must dare to touch him..."

"Even if he committed such a serious crime?" Yan Muyun couldn't help but ask.

"How about saying you are naive?"

While fastening his seat belt, Chang An sneered: "Even if what he did is true, South Vietnam does not have the power to deal with him and can only hand him over to the Democratic-American Federation for processing. As for the Democratic-American Federation, I don’t need to say more about that, right? What’s a big deal in your eyes can’t even make a small splash over there. Shannon will probably be free as soon as he returns to China. By then, the worst he can do is not come to South Vietnam. Well, Cambodia, Northern Myanmar, the Philippines, and a lot of Southeast Asian countries are waiting for him to cause trouble at will..."

As Chang An was talking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Yan Muyun in the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye. At some point, Ye Buyu grabbed Yan Muyun's collar and pressed the latter firmly against the car door. At that moment, he didn't even care to start the car. He turned around and asked in surprise: "What are you two doing? Why did they suddenly start fighting?"

Yan Muyun raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, with a helpless expression on his face: "I stopped her from directly killing Shannon..."

Chang'an couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "You did nothing wrong. If you really kill people in public, let alone domestic punishment, even the public opinion in South Vietnam will probably boil. In recent years, there have been many voices saying that Our Foreign Special Branch Bureau is connected with the former US military stationed abroad, and the American Federation will definitely not miss this opportunity to hype it up. If domestic public opinion is stirred up, no one knows what the consequences will be. serious."

"Did you hear that? Let me go." Yan Muyun also rolled his eyes, but it was because he was choked and couldn't breathe.

"Tell me where he is and I will kill him without leaving any trace." Ye Buyu said coldly.

"Eh? How do you know..." Halfway through Chang An's words, he realized that the girl was not talking to him, but still staring at Yan Muyun. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "You also have a way to locate Shannon?" where?"

"Yeah?" Yan Muyun felt that the pressure on his neck was lessening.

"What do you think my brother did?" Chang'an chuckled, with a hint of sinisterness in his eyes: "How can we let such a scum that has no regard for human ethics so easily let him go?"

"My lovely juniors, sometimes you can't follow the rules too much, you have to learn to be flexible. In a civilized society, everyone is a civilized person, and we can use laws and rules to solve problems. But in the savage jungle, you have to give up. The primitive people's ability to reason is enough for them to eat you up and wipe you clean a hundred times. Why do you think the casualty rate of the commissioners of the foreign special bureaus is so much higher than that of the domestic ones? If they all act with the thinking of the domestic commissioners, the casualties The rate is estimated to have to be doubled! In extraordinary times and in extraordinary regions, extraordinary means must be used to solve the problem..."

"...That's enough for you two, why don't you separate!"

It seemed that they were attracted by his words. The two people who were originally fighting in the back seat now just hugged each other. Ye Buyu's hand reached into Yan Muyun's collar dishonestly. .

After receiving such an angry rebuke from him, the two of them came to their senses and hurriedly separated.

During the process, Ye Buyu touched something and his face turned red. Mu Yun, on the other hand, had a calm face. Anyway, this was the influence of the seed of desire. The other party didn't know it, and he had a clear conscience.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the car suddenly became a little strange, Changan sighed and took the initiative to change the topic: "How did you locate Shannon?"

"It has something to do with my superpower." Yan Muyun touched his nose: "I can feel now that he probably hasn't left Laizhou City yet, and he hasn't been active in the east part of the city for a long time."

"Over there in the east of the city..." Chang An frowned slightly, and his tone became meaningful: "Then things may become difficult to handle. There is a local law enforcement agency for superpowers in South Vietnam over there. If they get involved, If there is a relationship, things will become complicated.”

"Superpower law enforcement agency?" Yan Muyun repeated.

"The agencies similar to our Special Branch are called 'Chaofan Branch'. Unlike in our country, the police and the Special Branch are two equal and parallel departments, but with different responsibilities. In South Vietnam, the 'Chaofan Branch' It can be said to be the highest law enforcement agency. Strictly speaking, even our foreign special bureaus are under their jurisdiction to a certain extent. For example, when patrolling outside the city, we can only follow the routes given by them. If we deal with any alien species, we must report to them. Report it... After all, we are on someone else's land, so we still have to give you this little face."

Chang'an sneered, obviously not paying much attention to the so-called "Transcendental Science": "But fortunately, they are still clear-headed and don't really regard themselves as superiors. We have basically been in peace with each other these years. ."

The car turned a corner and at the end of the road was the gate of the Special Branch compound.

"Hey, what a coincidence..."

There was a hint of surprise in Chang'an's eyes: "Cao Cao is really here."

Yan Muyun and Ye Buyu moved their heads to the middle at the same time. They saw from the front windshield that in front of the gate of the bureau compound, a car with red and black paint and a model that was almost the same as a South Vietnamese police car was parked. There.

The doorman, Lao Zhang, stood in front of the car, gesticulating with the people in the car and not knowing what he was talking about.

Chang'an drove the car to the side, put his head out of the window and shouted: "Uncle Zhang, what's wrong?"

Lao Zhang looked back, waved his hand and said: "It's nothing. The people from the Chaofan Department said they wanted to talk to our branch director. I have already asked for permission. If the superiors agree, they will be allowed in. Oh, you go in first."

As he spoke, he pressed the button on the remote control in his hand, and the fence at the entrance of the courtyard slowly rose.

"Hey wait."

At this moment, the door of the red and black car suddenly opened, and a muscular South Vietnamese man in a red and black uniform, who looked to be in his early thirties, got out of the passenger seat.

He walked straight over and pressed his hand on Changan's car window: "Who is sitting behind your car?"

The smile on Chang An's face disappeared in an instant, and he said coldly: "It's none of your business."