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??Aside from the first wave of tracking people, are there any dedicated people in charge?
A gang commits a crime?
"Fu, Mr. Fu, I have told you everything I know. Can you let me go?"
It¡¯s quite beautiful to think about.
Fu Jiyan glanced at it and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket with one hand. There was no need to worry about people running away.
¡°Hey, is this Yaoyao Zero Center?
I am Fu Jiyan, ID number xxxx. I am now on xx Street, and someone has been following me for several days.
Yes, there is self-defense.
Please come over as soon as possible. "
It¡¯s late at night, and it¡¯s still in a small alley, with almost no one passing by.
Fu Jiyan stood aside. After calling the police, he sent the location information to the bodyguard who was still in the hotel.
When the bodyguards came over, the police hadn¡¯t arrived yet.
"Second Young Master, what is this?"
The expressions of several bodyguards changed.
"I'm fine, don't worry, this mancheck him."
"yes!"
The bodyguards stepped forward and roughly lifted off the clothes and pants of the people on the ground.
Gentleness is impossible!
"Second Young Master, there is a suspicious tattoo on his back."
Fu Jiyan just opened his address book and wanted to make a call.
Hearing what the bodyguard said about the suspicious tattoo, he could only temporarily stop calling.
??Put your phone in your trouser pocket, your legs are long, and you can get there in two steps.
However, when I saw the tattoo on the man's back, there was an indescribable glare in his eyes. However, this glare did not last long. It disappeared in less than a second, just like , never appeared in general.
The two bodyguards retreated, leaving only one bodyguard still controlling the people on the ground.
Fu Jiyan walked closer step by step, squatted down, stretched out his hand and pushed, and the people on the ground suddenly started to cry:
"Ouch~" It hurts.
It¡¯s a pity that no one here cares.
The entire back is exposed, and the complete tattoo is finally seen.
A very scary skull, the outer circle looks like some kind of ancient imprint of the West.
Fu Jiyan is really no stranger to this mark, it is the exclusive symbol of an international organization.
And those who use skulls are just little ones.
Unexpectedly, that organization actually developed into the country?
What do they want to do?
Or rather, what are you looking for from god?
Fortunately, we have already called the police just now. When the police arrive, this person will be handed over to the police for further investigation.
"Second Young Master, the police are here."
The sirens are getting closer and closer.
Fu Jiyan stood up and patted the wrinkles on his sleeves:
"Is Zhou Huan here?"
Forehead?
"Yes, Second Young Master."
The man¡¯s eyes flashed meaningfully:
"It came at the right time, just right."
The bodyguard was stunned. He really couldn¡¯t understand what the second young master was talking about.
¡°Forget it, I don¡¯t understand anyway, just pretend I didn¡¯t hear it.
A police car parked nearby, and three police officers got out of the car.
It is important that someone directly reports their ID number when calling the police. The name can have the same name, but the ID number cannot.
Therefore, the police knew that the person who called the police was the famous actor Fu Da, so they sent an extra policeman over.
The main concern is that it will cause too much social reaction. After all, this person¡¯s identity
"Hello, Mr. Fu."
Fu Jiyan nodded:
"It's troublesome."
The bodyguards are standing behind Fu Jiyan on both sides. No matter how you look at this scene, it doesn't look like self-defense, right?
Seeing the doubts of the police comrades, someone explained aloud:
"My bodyguards came from the hotel later, and the police comrades can go and monitor them.
As for this person, he started following me a few days ago. I just made a brief inquiry and it seems that he is also suspected of some foreign forces. "(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com