"Forget it." Beiying interrupted the butler, saying more at this time would not help, the most important thing was to find Mo Yao first. With years of understanding of Mo Yao, in this case, there is only one possibility that Mo Yao does not answer the phone, and that is that something has happened to someone.

Yesterday's transaction alarmed the police, so it is very likely that Mo Yao is now drinking coffee at the police station.

Thinking of this, Beiying hurried out the door.

In the interrogation room of the police station, the little brother of the police officer drooped his bitter gourd face, and looked speechlessly at the man in front of him who was sleeping with his chest in his arms. He had a pair of long legs on the table, as comfortable as in his own study.

When he was just brought back to the industry last night, he tentatively interrogated him a few questions, but before he could speak, this master had already spoken, "This broken coffee is too hard to drink, you can't drink it instantly, go and change a cup of Blue Mountain for you." ”

He was about to refuse, but Mo Yao's imperial momentum that made people have to surrender made him involuntarily walk out of the interrogation room, pay out of his own pocket, and go to the café next door to buy the Blue Mountain he wanted.

The coffee was delivered, and he thought he could interrogate it, but the master was here again.

"Ye is hungry, give Ye a bacon pizza, the meat should be tender, don't put shallots, Ye doesn't eat shallots."

"......" the police officer, "This is the police station, not a takeaway store." ”

Mo Yao suddenly shook off his lazy appearance, and his black eyes became sharp and terrifying, which frightened the police officer brother into a cold sweat, and ran out to buy pizza without saying a word.

He must have offended some leader to be sent to interrogate this man!

After serving him to eat and drink, he put his legs on the table and began to sleep, and he didn't even dare to take a nap when he was forced to do so, and kept looking at him with his eyes open. For the whole night, he didn't dare to ask a word.

Mo Yao, who seems to be relaxed on the outside, is actually extremely anxious inside.

Chu Qiao's whereabouts are unknown, Beiying's life and death are uncertain, he is eager to know the situation outside, but the only mobile phone that can be contacted by the outside world was taken away by the police on the grounds of avoiding collusion.

Damn it! What made him most relieved was the broken woman.

At this time, Chu Qiao had been taken back to a stronghold of the Mexican gangsters by Ethan, and when everyone was not paying attention, Chu Qiao secretly opened the mobile phone in his pocket and groped for a message to Mo Yao.

Chu Qiao was a little glad that the mobile phone Zhang Xian gave her was a button, if it was a fruit machine like that on the street, she would not be able to accurately find out the location of each key when she was tired, let alone send text messages in the dark.

After sending the message, Chu Qiao's heart was inexplicably much calmer, although the iceberg violent man looked ruthless, but at the critical moment, she believed that he would still come to save her. Although she herself doesn't know where this sense of trust came from.

Mo Yao's mobile phone was in the hands of yesterday's police officer, this police officer named Anderson, hoped that Gu Guò Mo Yao's mobile phone would listen to some information, but so far he has not received any information, and when Chu Qiao sent a text message, his mood was excited.

"Photo studio, save me."

The message was only four words, and disappointment welled up in Anderson's eyes.

This message is obviously a call for help, but I can't see who the other party is, the address only writes the word photo studio, there are thousands of photo studios in Mexico City, is it possible to search one by one?

I picked up the phone and called back, and there was a cold computer voice: I'm sorry, the phone you made is turned off.

Shutdown? Anderson's glassy eyes flashed with a streamer, and he deleted the short message with a stroke of his fingertips.