Limitless Interpretations

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"Interpol, someone is here. Be careful. They have already applied for a joint investigation, so I can't interfere."

"I understand." Yan Wang hung up the phone and rubbed his face vigorously.

Although he had expected it, hearing the news still made him feel heavy.

Those guys don't play according to the routine, and the high technology and the like are only better than his side. When it comes to means, there are also frequent underhanded moves.

Winning is not that easy.

But...how do they know it in such detail?

Yan Huan recalled what the informant in the police station had told him before. The group of Interpol police officers seemed to know the matter very well and actually applied to join the case.

This is wrong, even though the opponent is chasing Aaron and can roughly guess Kaisha's movements. But on their side... they shouldn't know so much.

Hearing that that group of people had transferred many people from various departments, after Huang Sir named a few names at random, Yan Wan knew that they were targeting him.

Because these people have all fought against him more or less. Know yourself somewhat.

He frowned and muttered hesitantly: "Are there still ghosts?"

In fact, speaking of it, it can be considered that Yan Wan was unlucky.

Interpol didn't notice Yan Wan at all.

After all, he has always done his own thing, and laundering money is also laundering his own money, and he has never been exposed to the limelight. He is not like a landlord who trades stocks and launders money for others. It's a transaction similar to an intermediary.

At first, Xiong Xin and others thought that Aaron had come to Hong Kong City to meet the landlords. Therefore, the people from the Landowners Association were already under their surveillance and even sent people to lurk in very early.

Landowners will become bigger and bigger. They have laundered money for some people in the past two years, and it should be the same this time.

However, she never expected that Kasha would be looking for Yan Wan. Naturally, Yan Wan couldn't afford such a large sum of money and had to find someone to cooperate with her.

After going around in a circle, I finally found the landlord's head again.

Next, it’s self-evident.

Jingle bell bell~

"Hello!"

"old place."

"almost there."

Yan Wang drove towards the location.

Tea and wine hut.

It’s still that box.

When he arrived, the five people had been waiting for a long time.

Qingyun took out a laptop and put it on the table: "Our plan is like this..."

Half an hour later, Yan Wan nodded with satisfaction and said casually: "Interpol smelled the smell and came after them. There may be a ghost on your side."

The bald old man was a little angry and asked, "What do you mean?"

Faced with his cannibalistic gaze, Yan Wan sneered, and then said: "I got news that Interpol knows a lot about our affairs.

They transferred people from various departments, and those people have more or less interacted with me over the years.

...They know us very well.

You said, if there were no ghosts here and no one deliberately leaked the news, the actions of those people would have been so targeted.

And only I know this news. In this case, the problem will only appear on you. "

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was silent.

Several people looked at each other, a little at a loss.

The old man with black-rimmed glasses said calmly: "Maybe they are just chasing you based on clues."

"Chasing me? Check the hell out of me."

Yan Wang rolled his eyes: "My company has always been doing its own business. Apart from you people, does anyone else know that I launder money? It's not like you, who take jobs and get commissions."

Seeing that they were silent, Yan Wan continued: "After you went back, did you reveal anything? What did you say? Even if it was to yourself?"

The bald man thought thoughtfully: "You mean, you suspect that a bug was installed there?"

The man who had been silent shook his head: "No, I haven't revealed a word about such a big business or such a big thing."

"Then it's easy to tell." Yan Wan pulled out a gun from his waist and looked at them slowly with their horrified expressions: "The ghosts are among the five of you."

"Why do you say that?" The girl Xiaoyu finally couldn't help but speak.

"Why?" Yan laughed and stared at her like she was an idiot.

The black-framed old man waved his hand, stopping Xiaoyu from saying anything else. Looking at Yan Wan: "What do you want? If you doubt us, you can terminate the cooperation."

"I didn't doubt you."

Unexpectedly, Yan Wang turned his gun around and finally took it back. "I've checked all of you, Lao Feng and Lao Chen, and there's nothing wrong with you.

The problem lies with these three young people. Xiaoyu is Lao Feng's daughter, and the chance of becoming a ghost is too small. The rest... is a bit intriguing. "

"What do you mean?" the youngest man among the three said.

Yan Wan stood up slowly and said calmly: "Your name is Ouyang, you have worked in finance before, and you are also a top student who has studied abroad.

I returned to Hong Kong City five years ago and formed a landlord association with Lao Feng and Lao Chen. It can be said that he is half the initiator, and the possibility of being a ghost is too small. The problem is with him... Qingyun. "

Old Chen said meaningfully: "Yan Wang, you have to provide evidence before you speak. Qingyun is me..."

"Your student?"

Yan Wang sneered: "These days, you still talk about this stuff when you go to Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com? What's more, he only returned to Hong Kong City two years ago. Do you know the situation abroad?"

"I..." Old Chen opened his mouth, but found that he had no confidence to refute.

Yan Wang asked Qingyun: "What time did you go back last night?"

"It will be about eleven o'clock after sending Xiaoyu off." Qingyun's forehead was covered with sweat, but he still answered tremblingly.

"It's past eleven o'clock?" Yan Wan looked at Xiao Yu. After seeing her nod, he stretched out his hand towards Qingyun: "Give me the phone."

"What are you doing, this..."

"What? Of course~"

Before Yan Huan finished speaking, he suddenly kicked out. Qingyun was caught off guard. With such force, he suddenly lifted off the ground and flew more than one meter away.

"...Let's see if you are a ghost."

Yan Wan stepped on Qingyun's head and said with a sneer: "We met yesterday, and today the group of Interpol started picking people.

In other words, they probably got the news last night. The most questionable person is you. "

Qingyun gasped and roared angrily: "Where's the evidence? Do you have evidence?"

"Why should I kill you? Do you need evidence?" Yan Wan took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "There should be records of international calls last night. If not, I can find out."

But it was obvious that Qingyun was not a professional undercover agent. There was an eye-catching record in the list.

"See for yourself." Yan Wan threw the phone on the table.

Qingyun struggled and said unwillingly: "That was called by my friend abroad. It is not considered evidence..."

PS: Wrong. It's January 11th. . . I thought December was not over yet.

Sorry sorry. . . .