"Stephen, you can't stay too long this time. We have to change flights to India later." Bagu said. At this moment, people are still on the plane. The people in the economy class have already left. Now there are only a few of them left on the plane to save. The outside of the plane has been tightly cordoned off and no one is allowed to get close. Stephen looked a little regretful after hearing what Bagu said. "Bagu, you really didn't come at the right time. This morning, I received a mysterious phone call. It turns out that a bomb has been installed on the plane flying to India. Although people have been organized to investigate, no problems have been found. But this flight has been cancelled, and it won¡¯t be able to fly until tomorrow at the latest.¡± Lin Fan and Bagu¡¯s expressions changed. They didn¡¯t expect that their actions would be so fast, and the plane would be unable to fly normally. In order to prevent Bagu and Lin Fan from reaching India. The more things look like this, the more uneasy Bagu becomes. They are just preventing him and others from going to India. What sense does this make? They are going to go no matter what. Could it be that they want to be disadvantageous to the leader? When he thinks of Bagu, it is undecided. . If there were no physical problems with the leader before, Ba Gu wouldn¡¯t worry at all, but it¡¯s different now. The leader can¡¯t move his whole body, and that¡¯s the fish on the chopping board. Although there are several other guards, he can¡¯t withstand the siege of everyone. "Stephen, can you help me get a plane to India." Bagu said. Stephen knew that Bagu's matter was probably very serious this time. He had never seen Bagu in such a hurry, or going to a certain place by plane. In Bagu's own words before, he was not in control of his own destiny on the plane. In your own hands. "Let me ask for you." Stephen immediately called his superior. When the superior's call was answered, Stephen told him the help he needed, but then Stephen's expression changed instantly. ¡°FUCK¡± Stephen said, but the phone over there was already hung up. Stephen felt all kinds of dissatisfaction and helplessness in his heart: "Bagu, I'm sorry, I can't help you. You know there are people above me, and I can't do anything." "It's okay, my friend, we have been together for so many years, we don't have to worry about this kind of thing." I'm sorry for the matter. You being able to come here to help me deal with these things is already the greatest help to me." Bagu said, he knew that Stephen was difficult to do, especially the guys above were even more difficult to deal with. "I wish you good luck." Stephen and Bagu hugged each other and whispered softly, "Go to the punk trading place, there is a way there." "Goodbye." Stephen said. "Goodbye." Lin Fan also nodded to Stephen, and then left here with Bagu. As for how to deal with this place, it was no longer their business, the rest was only Stephen's business. Lin Fan and Bagu immediately left the airport. "Bagu, where is the punk trading place?" Bagu shook his head. The two got into a taxi and told the driver about this place, but the driver didn't know it was this place. Where, in the end I had no choice but to send it to the city center. Lin Fan thought of Smit and dialed the phone directly. As soon as the call came through, Lin Fan couldn't stand it. He was so old and still spoke so disgustingly. "Oh, my dear friend, I haven't seen you for more than a month, and you miss me." Smit was taking a bath at home and smoking a cigar. When he saw that it was Fan from China, he immediately picked up the call excitedly. "Smit, I am currently on Lanqi Street in Country M." Lin Fan said. "God, wait for me, I'll be here in five minutes." Smit immediately hung up Lin Fan's call, quickly put on his clothes, and drove his somewhat old-fashioned car to Lin Fan's side. ¡°I called a friend of mine, he might know where that place is.¡± Lin Fan said to Ba Gu. Five minutes came quickly, and I saw a car sprinting over very fast, as if the car could fall apart at any time. "Hi, my friend." Smit got out of the car, walked over with open arms and hugged Lin Fan. "This is Bagu, my friend. Smit, now is not the time for small talk. I want to ask you, do you know about the punk trading place?" Lin Fan said. Smit looked at Lin Fan and then at Bagu. He worked in an organization and had absolutely no problem observing words and emotions. He knew that this matter was probably very important to Lin Fan. "Get in the car, I'll take you there." Smit said. In the car, Lin Fan told Smit his purpose. "Fan, if you want to go to India, you are indeed going to the Punk Exchange. Most people don't know about it, and you can't get in without a membership. Fortunately, I have one." Smit said. ?Soon Smit's car drove to a place rarely visited by people, passing through alleys. It was actually the city center, but there was no one there. It was really a strange place. Soon there was a gate ahead. Smit parked the car aside, and Lin Fan and Bagu also got out of the car. Smit came to the gatekeeper, took out a card, and handed it to the old man gatekeeper. The old man took a confused look and swiped it on the computer. The English letters for passing the level were displayed on the computer. He looked at Lin Fan and Bagu again, his chapped lips slightly opened, "These two people have no cards and can't get in." "Oh, old man, why is this like this? I didn't bring my friend here last time." Smit said. . "The old man didn't speak, and kept looking at the computer, as if the three people next to him didn't exist. "What did he say. "Lin Fan couldn't understand English. Seeing that the old man didn't make any move, he became a little anxious. "He said you didn't have a card and couldn't get in. This damn old man, I brought someone in last time. "Smit said. Lin Fan stepped forward and, like magic, took out a wad of US dollars from his bag. When he came here, Lin Fan exchanged the money at home, just because he was afraid that he would need it when he got there. When the old man sat there and saw so much money on the table, his eyes flashed. "OK" the old man said one word again with his chapped lips. Lin Fan could understand this sentence. Lin Fan had a lot of thoughts in his mind. If he wanted money, he would have said it earlier. Why did he pretend to be a waste of everyone's time? The old man opened the drawer and blocked the view of Lin Fan and others. "Boom" There are four floor tiles on the ground, which suddenly shrink like robots. ¡°Go in. " Lin Fan looked at Smit. He had been here once and must have known that he should enter from this way. " Smit nodded. He also entered from this way when he came last time. Lin Fan followed. Smit walked in behind him. When the three of them entered, the old man closed the passage and sat there looking at the screen like a dead person.