At the time of the meal, the Fuzhou restaurant was overcrowded, Carter pushed the door and entered, and immediately a waitress greeted him.

The waitress was wearing a fiery red cheongsam that highlighted her figure, with slits even up to the root of her thighs, long black black shawl hair, exquisite makeup, and a smile full of oriental style, which suddenly made the eyes of this old American black man who had never seen the world straight.

"Welcome, how many may I ask?"

"Hello, Miss, I'm coming to Mr. Nakajima."

When he mentioned the name Nakajima, Carter noticed that the expression on the face of the waitress in front of him had changed slightly, the smile on her face stiffened for a moment, and her pupils dilated a little, obviously, she was obviously a little afraid of the name Nakajima, but she was unwilling to show it.

Interesting reaction, Carter thought to himself.

"I'm sorry, I don't know this guy named Nakajima."

"Okay, listen, I'm Nakajima's lawyer, he's in trouble now, and I have to see him now."

"But I really don't know ......"

"If you don't want to be approached by the police, take me to see him, I have to solve the trouble he caused, you know!"

Seeing that the waitress was still stubborn, no matter how good Ka Fang was, he couldn't bear it.

He directly hammered down the table, making a loud noise, which attracted the surprised eyes of everyone in the restaurant, and also frightened the waiter girl to take a half step back, and then nodded in a daze and went upstairs.

In the lobby of the boss's office, Nakajima sits on a soft sofa with one hand pressed on his shoulder.

The shoulder he was injured by Lin Cheng's bullet was still aching, although it had been treated urgently, but because of the injury to the bone, his arm was estimated to be unable to lift for a while and a half.

The waitress pushed the door in, and the security guard at the door just glanced at her and let her pass, she came to Nakajima's side, leaned close to Nakajima's ear, and slowly spoke.

"Boss, there's a gentleman downstairs who claims to be a lawyer looking for you."

Nakajima-san frowned, slowly stood up, and picked up a remote control on the table.

He pressed the button on the remote control, and in the main hall, the ornate wall facing the boss's desk slowly fell.

Several huge LCD screens are installed on the inside of the wall, and hidden surveillance probes monitor every corner of the Fuzhou Hotel, including the lobby of the Fuzhou Hotel.

Because I happened to run into a restaurant, there were many guests dining in the lobby, but most of them were Chinese living nearby, and it was quite simple to find a black man in a black suit and restless among these cookie-cutter Asian faces.

It was just a photo last night, but Nakajima remembered the appearance of this old black who was with the Hong Kong policeman Li Yan.

Since he disguised himself as a lawyer and came here to see him, it means that the Hong Kong police inspector Li Yan who was with him should also be nearby, but he has not officially appeared yet.

He did put the deal in the alley behind the Fuzhou Hotel on the phone, because he had laid enough back hands in the alley, and the police might have found it here, but by the time the police found it, they had already left with the money.

And now, the Consulate General's eyes have just reported that the FBI convoy has just set off, and these two people have found this place, indicating that these two people knew about the Fuzhou Hotel a little earlier than the people in the Consulate General.

A flash of realization flashed in Nakajima's heart, realizing that the Fuzhou Hotel had been exposed, and it was no longer safe here.

"When I'm gone, you call that black cop up and don't let him get out of this house alive."

After thinking about this, Nakajima immediately got up.

And after he walked out, his younger brothers immediately followed the instructions of the eldest brother and invited Carter downstairs to come up.

Soon, a member of the Nakajima gang in a gray suit came to Carter, with a cold face and a taller and stronger physique than himself, which made Carter swallow involuntarily.

"Follow me, our boss wants to see you."

"He should have seen me a long time ago."

Carter looked at the Japanese man who was a head taller than himself, with an exaggerated expression on his face, but he was a little anxious in his heart.

Nakajima led the people through the back kitchen of the restaurant to the warehouse where the ingredients were placed.

Between the dazzling shelves, a gagged and blindfolded little girl was tied to a small stool, and the members of the Nakajima gang who were guarding her saw the eldest brother coming, and immediately got up and bowed to Nakajima.

Seeing that the situation in the warehouse was as usual, Nakajima put down his hanging heart.

"It's not safe here, we're going to move the hostages out."

"Hey!"

Hearing the boss's words, a group of members of the Nakajima Gang immediately nodded, but Han Surong squirmed a little restlessly.

This is the fourth day since she was kidnapped, and in the past four days, the girl's mentality has been changing.

To be honest, she was indeed a little scared at first, but when the girl realized that this group of people was coming towards her father, Han Ping, she was even more worried that her father would become irrational and do something radical because of herself.

By that time, I'm afraid it'll be too late to do anything.

Han Surong knew very well in his heart that his father would definitely come to save him, but on the contrary, this smart girl did not intend to sit still.

In the past four days, she has also tried to find an opportunity to escape, but the Japanese have kept her very close watch, basically watching her all the time, and even not allowing her to leave their sight when she eats and sleeps in the toilet.

In desperation, she could only wait for her father to save herself, and this wait was four days.

Soon, a group of old men untied the little girl from the chair, tied it up like a dumpling and sent it out, and outside the warehouse gate was the alley where the trading place was, but at the moment it was unusually quiet, only a white van was parked here.

In addition to Han Surong, who was sent to the car as a hostage, there were also drivers, Nakajima, and an accompanying younger brother in the car.

"We're going to safe house three, you guys get your guns ready, and when the FBI group arrives, shoot at them immediately, you don't need to really kill the FBI people, as long as you can delay them for a while, and then immediately disperse and escape, return in batches, understand?"

Looking at the dozen or so younger brothers outside the carriage, Nakajima instructed.

"Hey, big brother!"

Pulling the door of the van, Nakajima sat back on the rear seat, the entire van has been painted white, and the rear windows are the same, except for the front windshield and the glass on both sides of the main and passenger seats, the situation in the cabin is not visible from the outside.

Beside him was a tied little girl, and Nakajima leaned back on the soft back of the chair, but for some reason he felt a little uneasy.

The driver had just started the engine, and before he could step on the accelerator, at the mouth of the alley in front of the van, a white Toyota X-Trail SUV full of bullet marks suddenly appeared out of nowhere and hit them straight at them.