Known as the "golden hole" of the Middle East, Dubai has long been far away from the narrow isolation of the Islamic nation in the wave of global integration, on the contrary, in the streets of Dubai today, hot pants and short sleeves of Western European babes abound. When night falls, the neon lights come on, and the bar street is instantly lively, but the vast majority of them are non-Islamic foreigners, and naturally there is no shortage of Asian faces. At this time, a blue Lamborghini roared into the parking lot on the side of the street, and the roadside parking boy immediately greeted it, taking the initiative to help pull up the scissor door.

"How's it going, caliph, business has been good lately, isn't it?" A young man with an Asian face stepped down from the Lamborghini, speaking in Arabic English, with a childlike innocuous smile, and put his arm around the caliph's shoulder, like a brother he hadn't seen for years.

"Nguyen, they say you won't come back to your own country......" Seeing this Chinese who always likes to smile with him again, the caliph, who had just passed his sixteenth birthday a few days ago, rubbed his nose depressedly: Allah is above, bless this guy from China to go back early.

"Hey, we've known each other for three or four years, right?" said the young Chinese man, holding the caliphate, toward an open-air beer bar down the street.

"It's really bad luck, the day I met you, I happened to have my twelfth birthday, and now, four years and seven days!" The caliph rolled his eyes, as if trying to figure out how to shake off the scourge star beside him.

"It's been four years, hey, time flies so fast!" the young man smiled and motioned to the bartender for two cans of beer, and ordered a non-alcoholic drink for the caliph, "Sit down, my old friend, you haven't seen me for so long, and you don't have to frown when you see me, do you?"

The caliph subconsciously touched his forehead and said helplessly: "Ruan, as soon as you appear, someone will die...... Just like it did four years ago......"

Ruan Xiaoliu shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "Exaggerated, right?"

The caliph pulled the drink handed by the bartender, and stared blankly at the neon sign in the distance: "The first time you appeared, eighteen people died, the second time was less, eight died, the third time I can't remember clearly, there should be twenty-six, and the fourth time I remember very clearly, there were thirty-four corpses." ”

Ruan Xiaoliu touched the tip of his fist that had been flattened and smiled weirdly: "Do you think they don't deserve to die?"

The caliph shook his head: "Damn it, you deserve to die, but it's all dead in your hands, and when I see you, I think of the blood all over the ground......"

Ruan Xiaoliu glanced at the reddened drink in the caliph's hand, and deliberately teased him: "Just like you drink?"

The Middle Eastern teenager retched a few times and put the expensive drink aside: "Ruan, why are you coming back? I was listening to a few drunk policemen in the open bar in front of me a few days ago talking about the unsolved case four years ago, and they dreamed of bringing you to justice. ”

Ruan Xiaoliu smiled and said, "How can it be so easy to take me?"

This time, the caliph nodded approvingly, "Well, I believe it." If you can bring me from Lebanon to Dubai, you will have a way to deal with those stupid guys. ”

Ruan Xiaoliu's mobile phone that he had just thrown casually on the table suddenly flashed a few times, and after he glanced at it, he looked up and said, "Go to the intersection to help me pick up someone and bring him here!"

Although he didn't like the murderous guy in front of him, he never refused the Caliph's request, even the time he helped him dig a bullet from behind on the Lebanese border. He got up helplessly, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and made a face at Ruan Xiaoliu, before running to the intersection.

The intersection was actually very close, and he ran for a while to arrive, but he didn't see the person Ruan Xiaoliu said, only a police car parked at the corner of the street, and a rather large old policeman sitting in the driver's seat. The caliph was unreasonably nervous, braving a hail of bullets as he fled from Lebanon, and then he had a habitual resistance to uniformed people. In addition, the guy sitting on the street drinking beer at this moment has committed a lot of murders in Dubai, and if he is caught by the police, he will be sentenced to hanging. He glanced at the old policeman very vigilantly, but the old policeman smiled at him from a distance, stretched out his hand and pulled the car door and walked down, and walked straight at him.

The caliph wanted to run, but he had to see what the old guy wanted to play.

"Lead the way!" the smiling old policeman actually patted him on the head, "It's been a good time in Dubai for the past few years, right?"

"Huh?" the caliph was confused.

"Let's go, isn't there an old friend of ours waiting for us?" the old policeman straightened the belt around his waist, and his huge belly squeezed the belt out of shape.

Only then did the caliph react, and it turned out that the old guy in front of him was actually the guest that Nguyen asked him to bring.

The old policeman seemed to be familiar with this place, sat down opposite Ruan Xiaoliu, and beckoned the bartender to order a drink, and it was the most expensive in the bar.

"It is said that Dubai is full of gold, but who knew that there were poor people like me!" the old policeman laughed teasingly, and his English with a thick Arabic accent sounded particularly strange.

Ruan Xiaoliu rolled his eyes: "Don't cry poor, you are so poor that a police deputy chief can't afford to drink?"

The old policeman smiled and said, "I'm not an oil tycoon like you, then again, you've been gone for four years, and they all thought you were dead, why did you suddenly come back?"

Ruan Xiaoliu put away his smile and said seriously: "What happened in the Arab Tower yesterday, did anyone say hello to the police station in advance?"

The old policeman suddenly frowned: "The call was made directly to the director by the Minister of Energy, I only heard that we should leave it alone." What's the matter, it's got you to do with it again?"

Ruan Xiaoliu sneered: "Someone thinks it's long." ”

The old policeman suddenly seemed to be facing a big enemy: "Ruan, you can't mess around again, the ones you killed four years ago are either terrorists from the base or East Turkistan radicals, and some are local gangsters, I can turn a blind eye to these, but if you really want to provoke the Minister of Energy, you have to ask me about the pistol on my waist first!"

Ruan Xiaoliu smiled lightly: "Don't worry, I won't touch those civil servants unless I have to." I just want to know, does this have anything to do with the Americans?"

The old policeman stared into his eyes, as if trying to tell whether he was telling the truth or not, and finally, the old man, who had been a police officer for most of his life, sighed and said, "Wait a minute, I'll make a few calls." ”