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"Boss, those people outside should know who the owner of this house is, they must be going to apply for a search warrant at this time, it is estimated that it will not be long before they come in to search, what should I do?" Jon gently closed the gap in the curtains, held a small infrared telescope in his hand, turned his head and whispered to Mo Feng. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Mr. Jon, this person is my friend, I must save it, don't worry, I have a way!" Mo Feng patted Jon on the shoulder, "Come on, lawyer, do me a favor." ”

Mo Feng and Jon pushed Lei Ming directly into the basement used by the old vampire to cultivate, this secret room was designed by the world's top designer, and even the most experienced police officers could not find this secret room without knowing it in advance.

After Mo Feng and the others returned to the hall and cleaned everything up, the light of a flashlight was already lit up at the door.

"Huh? They're coming to the house, and the search warrants are coming out really fast, Jon, it looks like we're having fun again. Mo Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, retracted his scattered thoughts, and an inexplicable smile swept across his face.

As soon as Cryan who led the team entered the door, he saw Mo Feng standing in the living room with a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, looking at him with surprise, the middle-aged man was holding a few pages of paper in his hand, he should have been discussing something with Mo Feng just now.

"Hello Mr. Mo, I'm FBI Inspector Coren, we are tracking a mad murderer, my colleague saw him flee into your villa, moreover, this criminal has a very lethal weapon on his body, for your personal safety, please allow us to conduct the necessary search of your villa, I believe it will not disturb you for too long, this is a search warrant issued by the director of the FBI, please take a look."

Corian first glanced at Jon with a wary face, and found that Jon was far from the image of the Huaxia agent he was hunting, so he forced a smile and said to Mo Feng.

"Huh? What the? There's a murderer in my house? God, Mr. Inspector, are you sure you're not mistaken? Mr. Jon and I have been discussing the details of a contract just now, and we haven't heard any movement. Mr. Jon, did you notice anything suspicious when you first arrived? ”

As soon as Crien's words fell, an exclamation came out of Mo Feng's mouth, and at the same time, Mo Feng almost rushed to the window, carefully opened the corner of the curtain, looked nervously, and found that there was nothing abnormal, then turned his head and asked Chryan and Jon with a trill.

"Mr. Mo, everything was normal when I came, and I didn't find any suspicious strangers, is this Mr. Inspector mistaken?" Jon first shook his head at Mo Feng, then his face froze, and then he turned his head to Corion, who was looking at him, and said in a deep voice:

"Hello Mr. Inspector, my name is Jon, of course, you may be unfamiliar with this name, then, I should introduce me as a cold-blooded lawyer may give you some impression, I hope you can catch this so-called murderer, otherwise, take taxpayers' money to harass taxpayers in the middle of the night for no reason, but with this I can take you and the FBI to the federal court, I think, if you have heard my name, you will definitely believe what I say."

If Corian was only jealous of Mo Feng's identity, when he learned that the middle-aged man in front of him, who behaved as elegant as a medieval nobleman, was actually the famous gold medal lawyer Jon, the cold sweat on his forehead suddenly broke out.

When Corian was investigating a case, he once heard a senator lament: Don't let a stain fall into Jon's hands, otherwise, even if you are a famous billionaire, as long as he has his eye on you, it won't be long before you will be poorer than a homeless man in a garbage dump.

Jon's most famous case was a political donation affair that led directly to the voluntary resignation of the vice president and the decline of a nearly 100-year-old multinational group.

Therefore, it is impossible for Corion to be afraid, he even hates the agent Jack who tracked down the Huaxia agent here, damn, if it weren't for him, how could he have met Jon, the plague god, as for the credit for catching that Huaxia agent, Corion didn't even dare to think about it now.

"Look, look, gentlemen, yes, I advised you, but you did not listen, and you searched for a long time, and found nothing, and my house ...... Gentlemen, as a taxpayer, I regret to inform you that I will give carte blanche to Mr. Jon as my lawyer to deal with this harassment of you. Mo Feng looked around the messy living room, and then stared at the pale detectives, his voice full of indifference.

Jon first bowed slightly to Mo Feng, then turned around and said to the dead Crane and his subordinates with a serious face: "Dear Mr. Mo, this is your right, Jon is happy to serve you. Gentlemen, you are in trouble, you have used your authority to search the private residence of a doctor of high character and good standing without any warrants, which has deeply hurt the dignity of a law-abiding man, and from now on, I am entrusted by Mr. Mo to bring proceedings against you and the FBI in the near future. ”

Jon looked at Corion and the others as they fled in a hurry like lost dogs, and remembered that in the future, this residence would be under the surveillance of the FBI, and his face couldn't help but become solemn, and he said solemnly:

"Boss, you are really wise, this Corion knows your identity and dares to risk angering you to search your house, it seems that this box stolen by your friend is just as important to them as you just assumed. I don't think the Joint Investigation Bureau will give up, what should we do next? ”

"Hey, Jon, take it easy, it's not us who should be worried now, it's the FBI heads, I promise, they won't come to visit tomorrow at noon, oh, dear Mr. Jon, please arrange a sumptuous table of Chinese food tomorrow at noon, I'm going to entertain our guests." Mo Feng snapped his fingers with his hand as he spoke.

"But the boss ......"

"Jon, don't be nervous, I bet that in three days at the latest, someone will come to apologize for us, and I bet ten dollars." Looking at Jon with a puzzled face, Mo Feng said mysteriously.

"Well, boss, hopefully, as you say, if the FBI bastards don't show up tomorrow at noon, then I'll charge them for the meal, oh, I'll see what these bastards have turned my room into, damn the FBI." It's not too early, Jon muttered as he walked towards the room that Mo Feng had arranged for him. (To be continued.) )