Because of his background as a criminal policeman, Ling Ruoxi was naturally very sensitive to this kind of case, and immediately asked Thiago: "Who called the police?"

"A lady!" Sheriff Thiago said before he felt that something was wrong, why did he tell you this?

Instead, the police became the target of questioning, which made him secretly annoyed.

However, just after he finished answering the question, the eyes of a group of people fell on Paris! Obviously, everyone suspected that she had done it! Here, she was the most suspicious!

"It's not me, what do you think I'm doing?" was stared at by everyone's suspicious eyes, Paris hurriedly defended herself: "How can I collude with the police?"

"What do you say, miss, watch out for your words!" Thiago was very dissatisfied, why did he look like a villain?

"Not her. Ye Fan got up and smiled, and under the puzzled gaze of everyone, he walked up to Thiago, "Take a step to speak." ”

"For ...... Why?" This Chinese man with a warm smile made Sheriff Thiago feel an invisible pressure rushing over his face, and his teeth chattered involuntarily.

The Brazilian policemen around looked at their sheriff with suspicious expressions, what was wrong with him?

"I'm for your own good, Mr. Sheriff, do you know these people?" Ye Fan pointed at Sabadis and Paris and smiled: "Do you want me to introduce you, that is Saba, the head of the Mexican Zetas Group, and this red-haired beauty with a hole in her head is the famous poppy queen in your homeland, and you should have their records in your confidential files, right?"

Hearing the names of these two people, the corners of Sheriff Thiago's mouth couldn't help twitching and twitching, and he couldn't wait to slap himself!

Don't talk about others, just the poppy queen Paris, he can't afford to hide and go, in the Latin American continent, the police are not omnipotent, they also have people who are afraid, and the ubiquitous gangster organizations occupy almost half of South America!

Sabadis grinned at him, spat out his scarlet tongue, and reached under his neck to make a throat-slitting motion, causing Thiago to quickly withdraw his gaze.

"Yes, I remember...... This may be a misunderstanding...... "Thiago is just a sergeant of the Rio police station, both old and young, how dare he anger the drug dealer leader and the indiscriminate murderous Zetas gang, quickly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, waved to his subordinates, and signaled them to retreat.

"That's right, it's a misunderstanding. Ye Fan pointed at Ling Ruoxi again and said, "Look, that short-haired beauty is an important member of Interpol, and we are discussing an important case, and I think we have found a clue now." ”

Ling Ruoxi was also very good at cooperating, raised his hand and threw out his ID, Tiago took it and took a look, swallowed his saliva, hurriedly stretched out his hands, and respectfully handed it to Ye Fan: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, it's my dereliction of duty! Let's leave immediately, leave now!"

It's a gathering of gang leaders and Interpol officials, how can these people get together? Thiago not only couldn't turn his head, but his courage was so frightened that he wanted to disappear immediately.

"Wait, Mr. Sheriff, you haven't told me the clue yet. Ye Fan took the document and grabbed Thiago, who wanted to slip away.

"Line, clue?" Thiago winked, confused.

"Stupid, the clue is who is calling the police to frame us?" Shen Jiayao couldn't stand it anymore, and said the main point directly.

"Ah...... Yes, this is a false accusation! I'll check the phone recording right away!" Thiago woke up like a dream, the woman who called the police must have a grudge against the gangsters, so she deliberately troubled him, and almost fell for her trick!

"Don't go, tell us who that woman is. Shen Jiayao still wanted to get to the bottom of it, but was interrupted by Ye Fan's eyes.

"Forget it, this incident is as if it never happened, sheriff, you can leave!"

"Thank you, thank you...... Thiago thanked Dade, bowed to a table of people, and ran, taking off his police hat to wipe his cold sweat as he ran.

A group of policemen roared in, leaving more quickly than they came, as if the trees were falling and scattering, and more than a dozen cars scattered in all directions.

"It's a woman again...... Who is this woman?" Ye Fan knew that it was impossible for Thiago to find out the identity of the person who called the police, so he would let him go, this little episode made him can't help but think, could the woman who hired the Blackwater mercenaries in Mexico be the one who called the police this time?

I don't know if Marcus has found out the details of the woman, judging from all indications, it is very likely that it is the same person both times. This woman not only knows their whereabouts, but is also careful and never shows her face, and it can be seen that she is by no means an ordinary opponent.

From home to abroad, Ye Fan has offended too many people, there is no way to sort out the enemies one by one, and it is extremely difficult for the enemies hiding in the shadows to guess who she is unless they finally show up.

However, because of these two things, Ye Fan thought of a strategy to lure the snake out of the hole, and I believe that it won't be long before the woman who only spends money to buy murder and fights petty fights will be able to show her true face!

"Dina, let's go see Mrs. Simpson!" Holding his phone, Ye Fan redialed the number of Tangerine Pear Yarn and left the beach.

In Japan, in a high-end tea room in Ginza, Tokyo, Kenichiro Ono smiled and picked up the teacup with a proud face, and said to the American on the other side of the small table: "Your Excellency, I have been successfully nominated as an Asian candidate, I wonder what arrangements you will make next?"

The American smiled silently, and the light reflected his gloomy and cunning face, which was the director of the CIA, Donald!

Taking a sip of tea, Donald pulled out a classified document wrapped in vellum paper from his briefcase and pushed it in front of Ono.

"Follow these steps, and if all goes well, you'll be a hero of Japan's rise this century!" Donald said solemnly.

Ono's mind was full of excitement and glory, which was the greatest ambition of his life as a veteran politician! Can the glory of his grandparents really be reproduced?

"Thank you, thank you!" Ono couldn't wait to open the file, browsed it on the spot, and couldn't help nodding frequently, with a strong smile on his face!

"It's almost time, Mr. Kenichiro, I have to catch a flight back to Washington, D.C., and I wish you all the best!" Donald got up holding on to the floor, the tatami mat was really uncomfortable.

"Hey, I also wish Your Excellency the Director a safe journey!" Ono put away the secret documents and got up to send them off.

Donald and the two CIA agents guarding the door left in a hurry, back to the tea room, Ono Kenichiro sat down and thought about it, took out the secret documents, burned all the lighters, threw the ashes into the trash, and then showed a slight smile and tilted his neck to dry a glass of sake.

Thank you to the Americans! If it weren't for their secret sponsorship, how could he have a chance to appear on the stage of the United Nations General Assembly, and the secret letter brought by Donald was signed by the current Acting President of the United States, White, which made Ono even more confident, and he was expected to have another prime minister's addiction with the support of the White House in the future!

Running for the Secretary-General of the United Nations is only the first step to attract the attention of the people, whether it is successful or not, there will be a series of actions to improve his popularity and trust, and raise the voice of the Japanese people for him.

"Yo Xi!" let out a long breath of wine, and Ono slapped his cheerful palm: "Kabuki!"

Just like the Peking Opera in China, some successful people in Japan's political and business circles like to enjoy their country's quintessential Kabuki in their spare time, humming two voices while beating the beat, and standing up and singing with the dancers when they are drunk, which is very characteristic of the shogunate era.

The papier-mâché sliding door opened, and a white-clothed figure appeared in Ono's slightly drunken sight, and when he looked at it, he screamed and knocked over the wine on the table.

"Who are you...... What are you going to do?"

The woman in front of her with a slender figure and a well-defined waist, her face was covered with a white scarf, she couldn't see her face, and the two poles of Dongying *** were obliquely inserted behind her back, dressed as a ninja, which made Kenichiro Ono wake up most of the time in an instant!

"Kill you!" the woman's sharp eyes were cold, and she shot as fast as lightning!

Two sharp sword lights intertwined and flashed!

"Ahh

Ono only had time to let out a half-scream before his terrified eyes were wide open and he collapsed in a pool of blood.

A terrifying huge cross scar was left on his chest, digging deep into his internal organs, cutting off his heart, and blood gushed out like a fountain!

The dream of the prime minister was only half done, and Kenichiro Ono left this world forever, and his death came too suddenly, and he was unwilling to die without turning a blind eye!

His unattainable ambition is like a secret letter burned to ashes in a garbage can, buried forever!

The woman's cold eyes swept over the Japanese room, her wrist was slightly raised, and the sword light shone like a star, marking several knife marks on the wall, and these sharp strokes formed two eerie fonts: Deadpool!