Harlem Neighborhood Edge.

Dimmly lit streets, few people.

Late at night, no one wanted to go near Haram.

A BMW 3 Series sedan was forced to stop at the T-junction by two old-fashioned off-road vehicles, more than a dozen gun-wielding men surrounded the BMW 3 Series sedan, and the man in the lead was fierce and vicious, pulling out of the back seat of Anne, poor Anne fell into the wrong hands again, and the two off-road vehicles drove away.

The person who drove this BMW 3 Series sedan was called Clark? Odom, the sergeant of the Manhattan branch of the New York Police Department, is three ranks higher than the average patrol officer, which is equivalent to the head of a police station in China.

Clark glanced at the surveillance probe at the T-junction through the car window, and then unhurriedly reported the accident of Annie's robbery to his superiors, and the police cars patrolling nearby quickly arrived at the scene to check.

Ten minutes later, three police cars and Clark's BMW sedan went their separate ways, and the BMW circled into a neighborhood near Harlem, where it stopped in front of a small hotel.

Clark got out of the car, stroked the elegant three-seven hairstyle, chewed a piece of gum, looked left and right, observed, did not enter the hotel, walked straight to the opposite side of the hotel, and in the dark shadow across the two-lane road from the hotel, there were more than a dozen girls with heavy makeup.

They are street women who are in the leather and meat business.

Seeing Clark coming with a spring breeze on his face, these street women reluctantly opened their handbags, took out one-third of today's income, and handed them to Clark one by one.

The remaining two-thirds of their income goes to the gangsters who cover them, who lose their dignity and risk contracting all kinds of diseases, and the money they earn fills other people's wallets, while they themselves struggle to become a leader.

Pathetic and pathetic.

But there was nothing to be done.

This is the sorrow of the little people.

Clark calmly collected the money, too lazy to count, knowing that these street girls did not dare to fool him, and then looked back and forth at a dozen girls with heavy makeup, and finally pulled away the tallest and sexy one with a wicked smile, walked into the small hotel in three steps and two steps, and tossed for nearly an hour before coming out.

Clark didn't pay the girl who served him, and drove away, and tomorrow night, he would still come and collect the girl's share.

In his eyes, these street women are tools.

A tool for making money, a tool for venting desires, in short, is not an object worthy of sympathy and pity.

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The second half of the night.

Yang Chen and the Arctic Fox set up personnel in New York, got another passport with entry records, a mobile phone, and a Mercedes-Benz G55 off-road vehicle, and then Yang Chen drove to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, the only luxury hotel in Manhattan's waterfront area, to check in.

Yang Chen washed up and rested after inspecting the room, and before going to bed, he moved his hands and feet on the door and window, as long as someone entered, he would make enough noise to wake him up.

I didn't live in the hotel that Anna had set before, and I didn't use my previous identity, because I learned from Anna that the New York police began to want him.

Anna once argued vigorously in the police station, saying that he was an invited bodyguard, but the senior management of the police station was unmoved, and said that Anna was deceived by this "bodyguard" with a human face and a beastly heart, Anna was so angry that she almost said that Yang Chen was the real owner of the YCV Group, and finally couldn't help but say nothing.

Yang Chen told Anna to keep her mouth shut.

Wanted, Yang Chen doesn't care, CAI once listed him as the number one target for purge, and after a few years, he can still swagger into this country.

The robbery of Anne while the police were taking her home alerted him to the fact that things were far from being as simple as they seemed, and that they might hide a larger conspiracy or a secret that could be hidden.

You must take shelter in the dark and find out clearly.

In the past two days, it was a long time to fly, and it was a series of fights, Yang Chen, who was busy with non-stop, finally got a good night's sleep, and only after three o'clock did he get up, washed, opened the curtains of the room, New York Harbor, Ellis Island, and the Statue of Liberty were in full view, the scenery was picturesque and beautiful.

The location of the hotel is good.

Set against Manhattan and face the ocean.

For most people who are wanted for doing a lot of big crimes, this hotel is by no means a good place to hide, Yang Chen doesn't think so.

Sometimes.

The most dangerous places are often the safest.

For example, on the battlefield, the safest place is the place where the shells have been blasted.

Yang Chen removed the small mechanism on the door and window, called the front desk, ordered breakfast, and when he was eating breakfast in the room, the new mobile phone that he got his hands last night received a message.

"Clark? Odom"

Yang Chen, who picked up the phone, whispered the name softly and smiled, but this smile was a little cold, and Anne was snatched from the hands of this Sheriff Clark.

How did the gangsters know that the little girl was in his car.

Assuming that there is a ghost in the police station, how can the person who went to hijack predict his driving route and ambush and intercept him in advance, instead of following him before attacking.

There are too many doubts about Clark.

Yang Chen slowly leaned back in his chair, held his mobile phone, carefully looked at Clark's MMS photo, and felt that he had to find an opportunity to "talk" with this seemingly gentleman-like sheriff.

Immediately, this guy sent a message and ordered Clark to be stared at, and the members of the Arctic Fox hidden in New York heard the order, and over the years, the power of the Arctic Fox to infiltrate the United States was enough to silently strangle any gangster family, including the Gambino family.

Yang Chen didn't come hard.

I don't want to expose my strength and cause unnecessary trouble.

In just three days, the people of the Arctic Fox mastered Clark's whereabouts and gathered the news into Yang Chen's hands, and Yang Chen had a general impression of Clark.

Looks like a gentleman.

In fact, it is scum.

Yang Chen, who had been bored in the hotel for three days, drove out of the hotel that night.

Adjacent to the small alley of Harlem Neighborhood, a dozen street girls with heavy makeup are eager to hook up with every male who walks in front of them.

The black Mercedes-Benz G55 slowly drove into this alley, the women standing on the street looked forward to it, ready to move, judging by their experience, the G55 drove at such a slow speed, it was clearly the rhythm of recruiting prostitutes, especially those who drove luxury cars, and the service fee and tip would definitely not be less.

G55 approaching.

The women standing on the street walked to the road one after another, waving, throwing flattering eyes, slapping the car window, and even a tall girl in boots and stockings, not afraid of sub-zero temperatures, directly opened the plush coat wrapped around her body, wearing nothing inside, her hot body was unobstructed, and the two soft flesh on her chest trembled and trembled.

Yang Chen, who was driving, witnessed this scene and chuckled lightly with a cigarette in his mouth.

To the disappointment of the woman standing on the street, the off-road vehicle did not stop, drove forward dozens of meters, and turned into another street.

Ten minutes later, Clark appeared in front of the woman standing on the street, to collect today's share of the money, dozens of meters away, a domineering figure, gradually out of the cover of the night, walked over.

When Clark heard the footsteps, he turned his face very vigilantly and stared at the visitor, only to see that this person was slender and strong, with a bee waist and long legs, wearing a black trench coat, and actually wearing a Green Hornet mask on his face, which was very cool and domineering.

Clark frowned, his right hand involuntarily digging into his arms, wanting to pull out the gun.