"Click!"

"Click!"

A group of vigilantes kept taking pictures of an unrecognizable, skinless, bloody corpse.

"What's the situation?"

A white fat man with a sheriff's badge on his chest walked over with a coffee cup and asked.

"Sean, who was kidnapped last night. Hu," said an ordinary police officer, "dragged to death."

The fat sheriff glanced at the corpse on the side of the road, almost threw up his breakfast, and ordered, "Protect the scene, notify the family, and solve the case as soon as possible."

The news of the death of the third son soon reached Hu Shiqin's ears, and the old man was so angry that he almost fainted.

Chen Yujun hurriedly supported her husband, and her heart was also very uncomfortable, a white-haired person sent a black-haired person, one of the greatest sorrows in life!

Tong Di, who is very good-looking, is about 1.76 meters tall, wears glasses, and looks like a little literate to learn the news of his partner's murder a little later.

Because of the thief's weak heart, people are frightened and weak, how can they still have the heart to plan to kidnap Wang Sisi?

Without thinking, Tong Di hurriedly packed his luggage and chose to go to San Francisco, 500 kilometers away due north, to avoid the wind!

Hurriedly stuffing his suitcase, he was stopped by a police car as he went out, and two sheriffs surrounded the car, one left and one right.

Knocking on the car window, the sheriff stood outside the driver's car door and asked Tong Di, "Do you know Sean. Huh?"

Tong Di nodded.

"When was the last time you saw each other?"

"Yesterday morning."

"Mr. Sean was kidnapped yesterday evening, and this morning's body was found 100 kilometers away from the kidnapping site, can you give us some clues?"

"I'm just ordinary friends with him," Tong Di didn't dare to admit to planning the kidnapping of Wang Sisi, "I have no information to provide to you."

Tong Di refused to cooperate, and the two sheriffs had no choice, so they took a step back and let him drive away.

Zhang Jing doesn't know Sean for the time being. Hu was killed, and he took Wang Sisi to the farm and watched the sea while driving.

Because there is no one around, it is directly paved, and the sky is covered.

One thing to say, the artistic conception is not bad, and the happiness is high.

Busy from morning to noon, when he returned to the cowshed area, old Daikin was already waiting.

"Sean. Hu is dead, Hu Shiqin didn't pay," in the cobblestone courtyard, old Dai Jin reported in a voice that only two people could hear, "Tong Di went to the airport and has fled."

Zhang nodded and asked with concern, "Did you find Bean?"

"No," old Dakkin shook his head, "I have already taken back the evidence from the old cowboy son, and the old cowboy son has also received the life-saving money and compensation money, and he will not testify in court, and Bean will not go to jail."

(I feel that it is a pity to write Bean to death, but the previous text has been revised to the effect that Bean escaped on the way to the trial.) ）

As he spoke, Old Dai Jin handed a memory card to Zhang Jing, "Here is the recording evidence."

As if in response to the situation, Bean, who was embarrassed, suddenly found Kanfen Farm.

Bean is about fifty years old, about 1.9 meters tall, characterized by being thin, thin, like a hemp rod, with large frontal bones, large eyes, a small mustache, alcoholics, and a mouse-like appearance.

Looking at Bean, who was embarrassed, Zhang Jing asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"Not good," Bean was tired and tired, "I've been on the run, can you shelter me?"

"But do good deeds, don't ask about the future," Zhang Jing handed the memory card that Daikin Sr. got to Bean, "Go back to Texas, you're free."

Nothing else, Zhang Jing took Ding Jiaqi and Wang Sisi back to Beverly, a city within a city in Los Angeles.

Bean held the memory card in his hand for a long time before he realized that he was no longer a fugitive, and during the time he was on the run, Zhang Jing had already cleared the source of trouble for him.

Thinking about the hardships he has endured in the recent period, Zhang Jing saved him to live again, and Bean's dark heart was flooded with a trace of waves, as if he had been sublimated.

Zhang Jing didn't know what Bean was thinking, and drove 150 kilometers back to Manor 1550, and just arrived at the place, he unexpectedly received a strange message

McDonald's coupon information sent by the number.

How to put it, it's a bit of a surprise, and a little speechless.

Half an hour later.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Jing came to the door of Room 507 of the West Hollywood One Hotel and knocked on the door gently.

The German beauty Aher opened the door from the inside, her eyes were like fire, and she said, "Come in."

Zhang Jing didn't want to go in, but he had to get to Thomas.

Walking into the room, Zhang Jing didn't know what to say, this is a couple's room, the theme is pink, the bed is oval, and there is a large white bathtub.

"Take a shower first." Aher looked at Zhang Jing with anticipation in his eyes.

"Is there any information?" Zhang Jing tried to steer the conversation away.

"We've got a whole night tonight," Ahll said, not being fooled, "getting down to business first, and talking about the little things later."

The words are stopped, and sure enough, it is the arsenic/frost of the other, the molasses of others, Zhang Jing thinks that intelligence is important, and Aher thinks that bathing is important.

Helpless, for the sake of intelligence, Zhang Jing could only follow.

Seeing Zhang Jing's compromise, Aher boldly stepped forward, squatted down, and took the initiative to take out 90*2 food, omitting 4,000 words here.

From evening to dark, after which Ahr finally talked about the "little things".

"At the beginning of World War II, the Japanese general Yamashita Fumimi successfully conquered Southeast Asia and other places, plundered a large amount of treasure, and the Japanese Yamen demanded that the treasure be transported back to their homeland;

Later, however, the Allies took control of navigation in the Pacific, and the Awa Maru Incident occurred, and when the Japanese army was defeated and fled, it was no longer possible to transport the wealth back to Japan due to the supervision of the victorious powers, so in order to prevent the victorious powers from receiving these goods, Yamashita buried a great deal of wealth in many parts of Southeast Asia."

"Thomas received word that one of the treasures was a batch of gold bars weighing 440 ounces each, worth about 100 million meters, which sank in the sea near Solomon with the warship of Woben that transported them." Z.br>

Zhang Jing asked Cangtian speechlessly, feeling that the loss was big, and the loss was hundreds of millions, so he got such a broken piece of information???

"Eighty years have passed since this incident," Zhang Jing reminded Aher, who was in his arms, "that 1 ton of gold has already been found by someone with a heart."

"Thomas is convinced that the gold is still there," Arhel said, "and he has flown to Port Moresby this afternoon, probably to meet someone, and has asked me to leave a day late."

Worried that Zhang Jing did not know the geography, Ahler added: "Port Moresby is the capital of PNG Guinea, and 1,300 kilometers to the east is the Solomon Islands."

Zhang Jing wondered, "Why does Thomas always take you when he goes out to hunt for treasure?"

Aher's expression froze, and he said in a half-loud voice, "Relieve boredom."

Zhang Jinghehe, rich people will really enjoy it.

"Will you go to Solomon?" Ahll asked with concern.

"Go," Zhang Jing didn't want to let go of the opportunity to make money, "we should work together inside and outside, and we will definitely be able to intercept Thomas."

Ahl stepped out of bed and brought two glasses of red wine, "Good luck to us."

Zhang Jing took the wine glass and touched it with Ahler's, "Shredded!"