Restaurant.

A sofa chair slowly turned around, facing Qian Tao in front of him. A middle-aged man with a European and American face wearing a suit, with a calm expression and a deep tone: "I will take care of the FBI."

The middle-aged man has a short beard, a square face, and is very dignified.

A long-legged woman wearing a red cheongsam and holding a silk fan stood nearby. She supported the desk with her hands, raised her round buttocks, and sat sideways on the desk, "Boom", this action seemed to have its own dubbing, raising her buttocks

Press heavily on the surface of the desk to completely round the hem of the cheongsam, showing perfect elasticity.

"Pah!" The long-legged woman opened her silk fan and covered her lower face with the fan, her brows showing a hint of charm, which was enchanting and moving.

Her upright Chinese woman's face is smeared with "Western-style aesthetic" Chinese makeup, and underneath her thick eyebrows is a coquettish, weird face.

This kind of Chinese makeup, which was born to cater to Western aesthetics, is no longer bright and attractive, but more like an ugly fairy.

Two Western thugs wearing black suits with bulging muscles and a tall and muscular appearance stood obediently on both sides of the desk.

The middle-aged man pulled into the distance between the chair and the table, holding a cigar in his right hand and holding the round pp in front of him with his left hand.

Qian Tao said with a meaningless expression: "Yes, boos!"

"If anyone dares to investigate, I will kill them." Qian Tao's expression showed a hint of madness and ferocity. It was obvious that he was the most insane and ruthless character in the Nakajima Group.

The middle-aged man pinched the waist of the cheongsam with his hand, causing the cheongsam girl to smile and twist her hips slightly.

The Nakajima Group can defeat the FBI in just one sentence, which shows the powerful political power behind the Nakajima Group. As for why the group is located in Chinatown?

First, it may be that Chinatown is a mixed bag, making it difficult for the New York police to investigate, and can better cover the group.

Second, maybe he likes Chinese women.

Third, it may simply be to meet the needs of the plot. The meeting in Chinatown is more atmospheric and more like a movie about China.

…

Chinatown, Fuding Snacks.

Zhuang Shikai was sitting at a small table in the shop. On the table were a bowl of Fuding pork slices, a plate of two pieces of Fuding chicken wings, and a small portion of Southern Fujian golden fried crispy pork.

I saw Zhuang Shikai sitting on a small bench, bending down to pick up a spoon, and scooping out the Fuding pork slices one by one. The big golden meat on his wrist and the golden crispy pork were shining brightly, complementing each other.

"Send someone to help me check the Nakajima Group." He said while sitting on a chair eating slices of meat.

A handsome European man in a suit with a fair expression wiped his hands with a tissue, his face full of disgust.

"It doesn't matter what you check, why did you choose to meet here?" At this moment, Frank, dressed in a famous watch suit, looked like a gentleman from an aristocratic family, and explained gracefully: "I'm not saying that Chinese food is not good, I just want to say that there are better restaurants in Chinatown.

"

Zhuang Shikai picked up his chopsticks and pointed at the red restaurant opposite.

Frank turned his head and looked back, shrugged his shoulders and said with a helpless smile: "Okay! Pretend I didn't say that!"

There is a red Lamborghini supercar parked in front of Snack Notes.

Now Frank is not the little thief he was before, the little thief known as Skywalker! Instead, he is the big boss who controls the diamond black market in South Africa, the big banker who holds half of the diamonds in the black market, and the leader of the blood diamond organization "Danny Solomon"! He was killed by the South African labor force

"Solomon" whom we call the "Bloody Dream Stealer"!

Because Frank stole the dreams of most South African workers and single-handedly pushed more South African workers into nightmares! In this way, he achieved his "redemption".

"I'll check it for you."

"Although the Ether Society has not come to see me yet, I have many informants in New York who can help you investigate the Nakajima Group."

Frank preached.

The "Blood Diamond" organization seeks to open up new industries, seek to join the Ether Society, and is a foreshadowing of the Ether Society's side penetration.

For this kind of foreshadowing, one cannot take the initiative to contact the Ether Society, and can only wait quietly for an invitation from the Ether Society.

"My people can definitely investigate the situation."

Frank laughed.

"By the way, I have a vague feeling that someone is targeting blood diamonds recently, or maybe targeting me."

"Oh!!!" Zhuang Shikai sounded surprised, put down the spoon and got new news.

"It's not the kind of stare that wants to steal business, it's more like an observation..."

Frank considered.

"If anyone is really observing... then either the ether will show up soon, or I will run away." Frank shrugged: "This is my intuition."

"I believe you." Zhuang Shikai nodded.

"If there is really a problem, I will help you run away. You are a talent in my heart." He smiled again.

Indeed, being able to single-handedly develop Blood Diamond to its current scale has fully met the expectations of the year.

If we can't wait for the Aether Association now, I'm afraid we won't be able to wait for the Aether Association again, and we will have to wait for the FBI, or even the country, or the warlords.

After identifying the Nakajima Group as his target, Zhuang Shikai will act as an underground force in New York! Yes, not only the entire Hong Kong society is his actor, but even the New York gangs have his people.

Although the personnel and troops of the Blood Diamond Organization are concentrated in South Africa, in order to make connections and smooth the flow of goods, they also have many connections and trusted subordinates in New York.

Zhuang Shikai didn't need to use this relationship in vain, so he naturally put it to use immediately. Because using a ghost would be more suitable for investigating than using a Chinese, and he would be able to find in-depth information.

The Chinese police officers are so eye-catching!

"You continue to eat." Frank stood up and said: "I like all eight major cuisines, but I don't like Southern Fujian snacks. You know, the Fuqing Gang always wants to rob my goods."

"Thank you for your hospitality." Frank put down a hundred dollars, straightened his clothes, and turned around quickly to leave.

…

"Be careful of Chinese people during this period." In Fuyun Restaurant, "Nakajima" put down a satellite phone, stood up with a calm expression and said: "I just received news that the Hong Kong Island Police Force has obtained the qualification to investigate. Please be careful of those who appear recently.

Chinese faces.”

"There is an unfamiliar spot to keep an eye on."

"Don't worry, boos." The woman on the table put away the silk fan, raised her legs and folded them up. She was white and fleshy, and said in a pretentious manner: "There are no Chinese people in this street with sizes I am not familiar with."

"Huh?" Nakajima turned back and glared at her, as if to hint that she should be more complacent!

You are my forbidden love!

How can you mess around?

But the Chinese woman blinked her eyes with peach blossoms.

It can be seen that her boss cannot satisfy her, and she cannot control her boss. Naturally, there is nothing that can be done to her. She can only share the horse with everyone...

"Yes! Boss!" Qian Tao and the thugs in suits nodded in unison with cute expressions.

When Nakajima stood up, a silver necklace was revealed around his neck.

He hid the pendant under the necklace in the collar of his clothes, but the exposed chain was very similar to the "Eight-faced Buddha" Ethera Society brand... only one chain was missing to make it straight.

…

"Why doesn't Mr. Zhuang let me go abroad?"

Two days later.

Hong Kong Island, International Airport.

Chen Jiaju was wearing a shirt, a down jacket hanging on his hand, and pulling a black suitcase.

"bite."

The electric door opens.

He complained with a face full of complaints.

"Sir Chen."

“Welcome home!”

Song Zijie opened his arms and said to the officer.

However, Chen Jiaju threw his clothes directly to him, pulled his suitcase and walked past, saying with an unhappy expression: "After all, I just solved a nuclear crisis, why didn't I even give him a chance to go abroad to participate in the conference? Sir Zhuang just hit me.

Returned to China?"

"Hey, Sir Chen." Song Zijie quickly trotted to the front of the car, pressed the tailgate of the car, asked for help to pick up the suitcase, and said to smooth things over: "Sir Zhuang, I'm not afraid that you will be too miserable, so I want you to go back to China to rest.

Wait until he returns home to reward you personally..."

"Look, Sir Zhuang asked me to pick you up."

"cut."

"It's obviously Sir Cai's order."

Chen Jiaju rolled his eyes and said immediately: "I just wanted to help."

"I think he just thinks it's troublesome for me to solve the case, and he deliberately doesn't want me to cause trouble."

"Will I?"

"Will it!"
To be continued...