For a few days, Mike, a private detective in Los Angeles, seems to have had bad luck, and he always gets inexplicable phone calls day and night. In the wee hours of the morning, Mike, who was still asleep, was woken up by a rapid phone ringing. He grabbed his phone from his bedside, pressed the answer button, and muttered, "Holy! What can't we wait until tomorrow? ”

"Detective Mike, I'm disturbing your dreams." A low, hoarse greeting sounded on the phone.

"You're you again? Is there an end? ”

"It's not over."

"What the hell are you going to do?" Mike kicked off the quilt that was wrapped around him.

"It's easy, talk to you."

"Who the hell are you?"

"It's a friend, and you'll know when you meet."

"I don't have a friend like you, and I don't want to meet you!"

"You don't have a choice, or I'll keep calling and you're not at peace."

"Bastard!" Mike slammed his phone viciously.

Two minutes later, the phone rang again. Mike sat up hatefully, grabbed his phone hatefully, and threw it out the window in hatred, only to hear a "plop" and the phone fell into the pool below.

At ten o'clock, a dazed Mike got a new phone. He's a detective and can't live without a cell phone. As soon as the new phone was turned on, the voice that drove him crazy appeared again, "Long time gone, Detective Mike!" ”

Mike's eyes darkened with rage, and he held his phone up in the air. His arm shook in the air a few times, but he finally let it go.

"Good! I agree to meet you, come on! ”

"No, Mike, I don't want to die in your house."

"Where?"

"The old place, the Oriental Teahouse, eleven o'clock."

"Damn it!" Mike scolded heavily. Mike had never dealt with that bastard, so where did the "old place" come from? However, this did not affect the date between them, because Mike was no stranger to the "Oriental Teahouse", and had drunk tea there out of curiosity before, where he had a unique oriental charm and good Chinese taste. For security reasons, Mike has made careful arrangements to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

At 10:50 a.m., an extended Kleist and a Dodge stopped in front of the Oriental Teahouse. Mike pushed the door open and slowly got out of the car. At the same time, four big men in black suits also got out of the car. The big men had bulging waists and heavy murderous aura on their faces.

The Oriental Teahouse is not very big, but it is very famous in Los Angeles. The owner of the teahouse is a shrewd M countryman, and the employees are all Orientals, from Beijing, Shanghai, Taipei, Tokyo, and Bangkok.

Mike straightened his clothes and reached out to touch the desert warrior hanging from his waist, a knife-like cold light shooting out of his eyes. He looked around and saw that the men were all standing behind him, and then he strode forward. Before they could reach the door, the door of the teahouse was pushed open, and a group of Asians poured out of it, silently lining up on both sides of the door. Mike raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth outlining a shallow faint murderous smile, and his right hand clasped the desert warrior around his waist without leaving a trace.

A tall Asian man bowed and saluted, "Detective Mike, please inside!" ”

Under the gaze of the neatly arranged Asians, Mike shrugged, straightened his chest, and quickly walked into the teahouse. The four black-clad men behind Mike were about to follow, but were stopped by Asians on either side.

"You can't go in!"

The big men were stunned for a moment, and then scolded angrily, "Get out!" Asian Pigs! ”

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! The four men in black each received a heavy slap in the face, and the pistol pinned to their waists also reached the hands of those Asian Americans.

Mike, who had already entered the door, turned around in horror and shouted "Damn! Let them in! ”

Two tall Asians grabbed Mike on the left and on the right and said, "Please!" He dragged Mike to a private room. The private room is quite spacious, and the interior is richly decorated, but in Mike's eyes, it is even more hideous and ugly than hell. Two Asians forced Mike against a solid wood chair and said, "If you don't want to suffer, just stay honest." ”

The big man threw his hand, one left and one right, standing on either side of Mike. Without the pressure of external forces, Mike felt much more relaxed. He quickly touched his waist, from left to right, from front to back, and he didn't touch the desert warrior all over his body!

Since childhood, Mike has liked to play with guns, and the bullets he has shot need to be pulled by a car and a boat, and he has practiced the real kung fu of hitting the vital point of the gun without missing the bullet. Guns are Mike's lifeblood, and as long as he has a gun in hand, he is not afraid of any opponent. But at this moment, Mike has no guns, and he has no confidence. He couldn't guess where these people had the guts to kidnap the famous detective in Los Angeles in broad daylight.

"Smack!" With a crisp, heart-pounding slap, a bloated Asian man staggered into the private room and sat across from Mike.

"Hello friend, we're meeting again." Asians greeted in stiff English, "I'm sorry Mike, my English skills are so limited that I have to speak Chinese." I heard that you are a well-known private detective in Los Angeles, who has studied Chinese culture and has a soft spot for Chinese, so it will be much more convenient, so let's communicate in the Chinese dialect you are familiar with. ”

A raging fire erupted from Mike's eyes. He never thought that it would be a Chinese who repeatedly harassed him and blatantly kidnapped him at this moment! Mike looked the bastard up and down with angry eyes: he was in his fifties, with dark hair, as if he had just baked; The eyes are slender, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thick, the face is wide, and the appearance is neither handsome nor ugly; Dressed in a dark gray suit with a blue tie on a white background around his neck; The leather shoe polish on the feet is black and shiny, and it is the world's top brand FENDI!

"Who the hell are you? Why are you harassing me over and over again? Why did you ask me to meet and get my gun off? ”

"Smack!" The Chinese slapped the table hard, and a cold light flashed in his slender eyes, "Mike!" Don't give you a face! What's it packed in? It's only been a few days, and I want to mention my pants and not admit it? My Zheng Qingyu's money is so easy to cheat?! ”

Mike seemed to have been bitten by a poisonous snake, and shivered all over his body.

"You! You said your name is Zheng Qingyu? ”

"Not bad."

"You're saying I cheated you out of your money?"

"Not bad."

"Smack!" Mike stood up, pointed at Zheng Qingyu's hateful yellow face and shouted, "You are talking nonsense! ”

The two big men on the left and right competed and pressed Mike back to the chair.

"Let's be honest! Be careful to break your neck! ”

Mike's face changed from white to red, from red to purple, from purple to black, and from black to green. Mike's chest is getting more and more inflated, and it's going to explode at any moment.

Zheng ...... Mr. Zheng, I don't know you, let alone seen you, is there any misunderstanding here? In order not to make things out of control, Mike tried to lower his body and try to control his emotions.

"Misunderstanding?" Zheng Qingyu laughed, "I also think this is a misunderstanding, but it is clear that you pretended to be lawyer Liang Bingqiang, first defrauded me and Ms. Fang Qiuyan of 3 million US dollars in legal fees in the law firm, and then defrauded 11 million US dollars in case fees in this teahouse, are these all misunderstandings?" ”