If he dies, we won't get a penny! He has already made a will, and if he dies, all his property will be sold, and all the money will be turned into hundreds of charitable funds, and the women and children who are related to him can only get living expenses from these foundations. Don't say 100 million dollars, 1 million won't be left!Idiot!Crazy!" The other man answered the question through gritted teeth, he obviously knew Hong Tao well.

"That'...... So what should we do, aren't we busy in vain?? What is that kid going to do?" The man who spoke first was a little panicked, he didn't expect this to be the end result.

"What's the panic, wait, didn't he say there will be a press conference in the evening? If he really dies, I'll ask for our money, and I won't lose a cent of you! Shut up!" The other man was a little impatient, although he said it calmly, but his eyes were almost red when he stared at the TV screen, because at this time Hong Tao suddenly took a few steps back, and then began to run.

"No ......" At this time, I don't know how many people in the world shouted this word, but unfortunately Hong Tao couldn't hear it, he had already jumped up from the edge of the platform and really flew out. It's a pity that this state only lasted for less than half a second, and Mother Earth used its reluctant gravitational pull to suck Hong Tao's body to the ground again. But what it didn't expect was that this time its doting power seemed to be weakened, and the figure in the air did not smash into its arms like a cannonball, but spread its limbs and glided like a big bat.

Hong Tao spread his flying squirrel suit and flew diagonally from the World Trade Center towards the Hudson River, the air flow between the high-rise buildings was too chaotic. There are air currents up and down, left and right, especially the most deadly crosswinds. Several times he almost couldn't control himself and went into a spiral. At this time, he didn't care about the quality of the flight effect. It's better to get out of this place quickly, and take a turn around the river twice, which is okay, better than really falling to death.

“…… Oh God, he's flying! This ...... No, no, that's not true! Is he really the Son of God?" Hong Tao's astonishing move not only stunned the audience in front of the TV, but even the host on the TV panicked, forgetting the broadcast words, and even forgetting that it was still live broadcasting. He began to draw a cross in front of the camera, and he still had words in his mouth. But now no one cared what she said, everyone stared at the monster gliding in the sky, and every time he made a turn, everyone's hearts twitched.

"Fuck...... It's the first time I've seen such a crazy person, who can tell me what he's wearing?" In Ashan's apartment, Detective Bobble made an inquiring gesture to a room of officers, but unfortunately no one could tell him. And the only Lada who knows what this thing is. At this time, she was taking care of Ah Shan in her room, she fainted due to overexcitement, and the doctor had given her a sedative.

"Bobble, I think you're in big trouble. He's not going to do it the way we do. I heard that some people came from Canada yesterday, including local Russian union leaders, Russian nightclub owners, and some Chinese construction companies. They are very strong on the ground in Toronto. I don't think you don't know what these guys do, do you?" Sheriff Mike motioned for Bobble to go out the door of the apartment with him, and then whispered into the hallway some of the sources he had.

"He's Canadian. It's normal for these rich people to have more connections, as long as they don't really do anything. Bobble wasn't too interested in the information Mike had provided.

"But since yesterday. Many groups in New York have received a bounty of $2 million for the kidnappers and photos of Hong Shan. These things are said to have come from the West Coast, and it seems that our little friend has started to do things his own way. Mike wasn't disappointed, and he gave another message.

"This is your New York police trouble, not mine, my current problem is this man, it seems that I can't let him run around anymore, I want to control him here. Barber sneered, the FBI is not responsible for the security of states and cities, and it really has nothing to do with him, but Hong Tao has something to do with him.

"Under what name did you arrest him? Do you have a federal warrant, or a warrant from a judge? His lawyer group is larger than all the occupants of this building, and if you are in a hurry, your boss will definitely throw you out as a scapegoat." Give him to me, you owe me a favor, remember to pay me back later!" Mike looked at Barber like a fool, although Hong Tao jumped from the top of the building, obviously violating some state and federal laws, but it was not enough to reach the level of arrest, even if it was difficult to detain, the front foot was caught in, and the back foot handed in bail and came out. also offended a New York Police Department financier for no reason, if Barber was allowed to do this, I am afraid that not only his position would be insecure, but he should also be the sheriff himself.

When Hong Tao dragged a parachute and landed on the Hudson River, a large number of small boats that had already gathered on the river surface submerged him in an instant. He didn't know how he got on the boat, not even the water, because his parachute was hung on the mast of a small sailing ship, and if it weren't for a small sailor knife pinned to his arm, Hong Tao would probably have been hanged by the parachute rope wrapped around his neck. If only Superman, a rat who could fly in the sky, hadn't been thrown to his death, but had been hanged by his own parachute rope, it would have been a lot of fun.

When this group of small boats surrounded him, the flying mouse, returned to the south bank of the Hudson River, the shore was already full of people, and everyone wanted to touch the mouse Superman up close, probably like a little fairy. Everyone just saw that the mouse Superman could really fly, and he flew without any auxiliary equipment, and he turned around the Hudson River three times, turning left and right and rolling, which was more agile than a bird. If this is no longer the Son of God, at least the illegitimate son of God, it is better to touch it than not to touch it anyway.

It's not too enjoyable to touch it, and some people have the courage to come to Hong Tao's side and try to take a photo with him, and get an autograph or something by the way. Most of these people are young girls, and women will always have infinite courage for the more superior males. There are many ways to sign it, some pick up the clothes and sign them on the stomach, some take off the skirt and pants and let the pants be signed on the buttocks, and some simply pull the neckline down and sign it on the chest!

When Hong Tao made his stomach, buttocks, and chest shake dazzlingly, several policemen separated the crowd and squeezed in, and then told Hong Tao that he was suspected of violating N federal and state laws, so now he must be arrested and taken back to the police station. So Hong Tao was handcuffed for the third time in his life, stuffed into a police car, and left the river with the cheers of the surrounding crowd and the boos of the police.

Under house arrest! In the police station, Hong Tao was not greeted by the detention cell, but by the police chief's large office. The new police chief, who has not been in office for half a year, personally helped Hong Tao open the handcuffs, and then made a suggestion to Hong Tao in a consultative tone, that is, let him stay here temporarily, watch TV, chat, eat lunch, drink afternoon tea, make phone calls, and play games on the Internet...... Whatever he wants, he just doesn't leave this room, because the New York Police Department has run out of manpower.

"I have a press conference at 7 o'clock in the evening!" Hong Tao actually didn't plan to toss anything, but the director was so polite, so it didn't seem real that he didn't make a small request.

"At 6:15, I will send a police car to escort you to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, and send enough police force to maintain order at the scene.

"I need my secretary and clothes for the night...... Hong Tao tentatively said again.

"She's on her way here, and she'll bring what you need, but she's also carrying things you don't...... A group of lawyers, you'd better communicate with her first, so as not to have any misunderstandings. The director said yes again.

"I need a phone to make international calls, a computer with internet access, and two of my personal bodyguards, who were so quick that they accidentally broke a lock on the top floor of the building, and I am willing to pay for it...... So be it, no more. Hong Tao snapped his fingers and said everything he thought.

"From now on, this office is yours...... Mr. Aite, if I hadn't stopped you, the person who took you away would have been the FBI, and I'm afraid they wouldn't be as good at talking as I am. The director didn't even think about it, and agreed, but he reminded Hong Tao not to go too far.

"Hehe, okay then, just give me an office with a computer and a phone, it's just a joke, don't care. After such a toss, Hong Tao's resentment in his heart has disappeared, and his emotions have stabilized.

"Are you still in the mood to joke? The whole of New York City, no, the whole of America, no, the whole world has been woken up by you! I understand the misfortune that has happened to you, and I am sympathetic to it, and I am more willing to help. But this matter is in a hurry, it needs to be dealt with slowly, we have applied to Interpol for help, just wait for them to contact the Thai police, we can send someone to Thailand with you, be patient, don't toss anymore!" (To be continued......)