The police officer's inquiry finally came to an end. Under Wang Hanshuang's roundabout tactics, he could not find out any valuable inside information about the case. Considering the other party's government status, severe torture is not possible, and even a more stern tone cannot be used.

During the two-day investigation, Wang Han responded to the questions of Tang Tianbao and Jin Liyan one by one without changing his expression. With the diplomat's language skills, the two police officers were helpless.

Even if they know that Wang Hanshuang is lying, what can they do?

Dar es is the easternmost city in Tanzania, an East African country. It has the best greening conditions in almost all Africa. To the west of Dar es, there are two world-famous national parks, the Mikumi and Udzonva Mountains.

After extending its tentacles to Africa, the Chinese Federation paid great attention to maintaining the local ecological balance and even did not allow African locals to carry out too many poaching and logging activities.

The two national parks were established for these reasons.

The streets of Dar es are very lively, but in Wang Han's eyes, the streets of Dar es are too mixed, people of different races and skin colors are mixed together, the dirty streets are humans plagued by poverty and death.

This place seems to be another world, just like China thirty years ago, people are living in poverty. Even behind the prosperity of big cities, the pain and anxiety that are faintly visible on everyone's face can still be seen.

When Wang Hanshuang thinks of this, it is difficult for Wang Hanshuang to hate Qingzhu Pharmaceutical Group like his wife Sun Yiping. Its parent company Qingzhu Chemical is one of the main forces in creating a new empire.

As one of the three major groups of the China Federation, Qingzhu Chemical Group has paid a lot to establish the empire. Even if it does something slightly crosses the moral boundary in Africa, it is not unacceptable for political officials like Wang Hanshuang.

But his wife's death was obviously not included. Wang Hanshuang could not care about the life and death of African people. No matter whether he is Alisha or someone else, Sun Yiping is his wife he loves deeply, and he will not be indifferent to this.

There may be struggles and hesitation at the beginning, but that is just the inertia of the diplomats' unstable thinking. In the end, love will prevail. It will turn into incomparable hatred, buried deep in the heart, and can never be erased.

Wang Hanshuang left with his idea of ​​revenge.

Tang Tianbao and Jin Liyan both noticed this hatred hidden in their hearts. They were sitting in the headquarters office of the East Africa Office of the Bureau of Investigation, discussing Sun Yiping's case.

They are secret police forces stationed abroad, which are in principle affiliated with the judicial department, but in fact they are under the jurisdiction of the FBI.

"That man is very dangerous!" Jin Liyan is a delicate woman. She has already noticed the unpredictable darkness in the heart of a person. She once felt in the most dangerous criminal, "Tianbao. What should we do."

"Danger? Do you mean that Wang Hanshuang's life is in danger, or do you think he will cause any danger to the huge industrial group?" Tang Tianbao reminded: "Sister Liyan, the Bureau of Investigation asked us to come to East Africa, with its original intention of monitoring the local every move. Let's stop here for this matter."

The case involves Qingzhu Chemical. No wonder Tang Tianbao was unwilling to investigate. He was brought to the Investigation Bureau by Jin Liyan. The two had a close relationship, so they were unwilling to intervene too much in this matter.

"The previous investigation was routine, and we were able to protect ourselves as a person. But if we really investigated it, it would be hard to say. This is East Africa, and even if there is any accident, it is difficult to investigate."

Seeing that Jin Liyan seemed not going to give up, Tang Tianbao had to remind him again and again.

Although he has been in the industry for less than four years, Tang Tianbao is no longer a newborn calf. He is very smart and knows that a spy agency like the Investigation Bureau seems to have great power and can spy on information and other people's **.

But in fact, the mortality rate of special missions to investigate the police officer is very high.

The ignorance of advancing and retreating caused by curiosity, when encountering the wealthy and powerful families at the top of the food chain, once they touch the other party's bottom line, they may encounter an inexplicable "accident".

"Did you just give up like that? You know, so many people in China are paying attention to this case, and this is an opportunity!" Jin Liyan smiled, as if death was not enough to stop her.

"A woman full of ambition and wants to climb up!" Tang Tianbao thought so in his heart. Jin Liyan was either crazy or desperate to get the credit for the overthrow of Qingzhu Pharmaceutical Group.

As she said, if the case is really going to be handled, even if she, Jin Liyan, has made a fortune in the Investigation Bureau, she will no longer be a pawn who can be driven at will.

Success always has a price, on the contrary, huge price also means huge success, which is basically equal.

In addition to being grateful for her promotion, Tang Tianbao's feelings for Jin Liyan also have a hint of admiration, just like a younger brother who is secretly attached to his sister, age is not an obstacle.

"Tianbao, what do you think?" Jin Liyan smiled sweetly, looking at Tang Tianbao's hesitant eyes, as if she was encouraging and tempting.

"Sister Liyan, you said so, can I still retreat?" Tang Tianbao asked with a wry smile. His original intention was not like this, but he did not want to offend Jin Liyan's invitation, so he had to agree.

"That's good. We will follow Wang Han to Nairobi back to Nairobi. He must have made some moves." Jin Liyan said with satisfaction.

At the airport in the outskirts of Nairobi, Wang Hanshuang had just got off the plane and passed the security check. He carried the brown suitcase he brought back everywhere he went, and walked in the crowded crowd.

Many of the people coming and going were tourists, merchants, scholars and doctors. Wang Hanshuang clearly felt that he was out of place with the normal world. He was an Avenger!

The flame of resentment burned his heart and flesh every moment, and the pain became more and more frequent. Unless he avenged this revenge, he would probably be in peace in his life.

"Sir, sir."

While Wang Hanshuang was pondering, he heard a tender cry. A dark-skinned child pulled the corner of his clothes and shouted in local language.

Stopped at the airport door. Wang Hanshuang lowered his head and looked at the little boy who was not timid. It was a kind of sophistication that had been worn out in life. He sighed in his heart: Such a young child has actually experienced so much life.

But he spoke gently: "What's the matter, child." He also used local language and spoke fluently.

"Sir, buy a postcard." The boy took out a well-preserved postcard from his dirty bag and handed it to Wang Han's hands, and emphasized. "A gentleman asked me to sell this postcard to you, and he said you would be willing to pay Wuhuayuan for it."

With a small head and big eyes, he looked at Wang Hanshuang pitifully, with black skin, curly hair, and two thin palms raised above his head, which was a plea.

For locals in East Africa, Wuhuayuan is a month's fee.

Wang Hanshuang took the postcard in confusion, then turned over the back, and was surprised to find the message on it: Tomorrow morning, come to the bar in the west of the city, I will wait for you there, Miao Huixiang stays.

"This is Wuhuayuan. Please keep it."

"Thank you, sir, may the Lord bless you."

Wang Hanshuang smiled and watched the little boy leave, but never thought that this child was still a Catholic.

After coming back to his senses, Wang Hanshuang remembered the content of the letter, the name Miao Huixiang, he had heard it countless times in the past few days. He was believed to be an affair with his wife, and was suspected to have been kidnapped by indigenous bandits, or he was simply a murderer.

But no matter what his identity is, this man who has been missing for more than a month has obviously gradually faded out of people's sight. Not only him, but even Sun Yiping, who has been portrayed as a humanitarian hero, has begun to be forgotten.

This is how humans are. When justice and moral matters are not related to one's own affairs, they are always difficult to persevere. Most of the time, many people's attention is just to join in the fun.

At six o'clock in the morning of the next day, Wang Hanshuang got up early and drove the borrowed car alone to the bar in the west of the city. His own car may have been marked, so he could only find some local foreign friends to borrow the car.

Chengxi Bar is a relatively famous bar in the local area. There are three reasons for its popularity: pornography, eroticism, blackness, and violence.

The west of the city is the most chaotic slum in Nairobi, where dragons and snakes are mixed, and no one with status and status will be willing to set foot there.

The security there is as bad as in northern Japan, with vicious cases such as robbery and murder everywhere. Every grand house on the street is a gangster's nest and semi-military stronghold, and the guards with guns stand in various important positions.

If you look at it more seriously, you will even find rocket launchers piled in the corners of the wall.

Here, power and oppression are unblocked, and there is no morality or law that can restrict the behavior of the strong. As long as you are willing and have enough strength, you can do whatever you want here.

Parking the classic car that was so worn out that no one would steal in the weeds outside the bar door, Wang Hanshuang got out of the car, and walked on the street anxiously with a small-caliber pistol in his pocket.

Outside the bar door, two black men holding assault rifles looked at each person maliciously. Their long hair was like strings of Buddhist beads hanging on their heads, indescribably funny.

But seeing the fierce expressions on their faces, no one dared to laugh out loud.

"Everyone who goes to the west of the city should be better able to bring a gun." This is a proverb from Nairobi, and Wang Hanshuang does not intend to doubt the authenticity of this sentence.

In the bar, the noisy rock music and crazy shouts drowned out everything. All kinds of laser lights flashed constantly in the darkness, making people's eyes a little blurry.

This is a bar that can squeeze out 500 people. Wang Hanshuang squeezed away every man and woman twisted his butt, and the hard-working brother walked here. His mind was bombarded by various noises and he was already a little drowsy. He didn't like such a place.

Speaking of bars, Wang Hanshuang still likes the British style, quiet, luxurious, and savors carefully.

Just when Wang Hanshuang was missing the life of the upper class, a man patted his hand on his shoulder, which scared him and subconsciously wanted to pull out the gun.

"Hey, brother, if I were you, I wouldn't have done that." The visitor took off his hood and an Asian face appeared in front of Wang Han's eyes. The man advised: "Please hold up your toy gun, why do you think the guard at the door let customers enter and exit at will without confiscating their weapons?"

This face is the face of a man in his thirties. He is handsome, yet mature and charming. His confident smile can infect people.

The key is that Wang Hanshuang recognized the owner of this face, "Miao Huixiang!" Wang Hanshuang shouted in a low voice, "You bastard!"

No man will remain smiling and calm after cuckolding. This is not a matter of upbringing.

Wang Hanshuang grabbed Miao Huixiang's collar and said, "Why are you still alive!"

"Brother. Relax and don't be nervous." Miao Huixiang's hand gently placed on Wang Hanshuang's fist and whispered, "It's not a good choice to make trouble here. If you don't want to turn it into canned food."

When he thought that this was the industry of the largest gangster force in the west of the city, Wang Hanshuang quickly calmed down. He didn't want to become a missing diplomat.

"I didn't have an affair with your wife. Of course, I have this idea myself." After finding a corner, Miao Huixiang defended himself.

However, this defense aroused Wang Hanshuang's anger, "What did you say, you bastard!" This was his second time today.

"Relax, brother."

"I'm not your brother. You're a loser!"

"Okay, let's get to the point. It's not denied that your wife is charming, right?" This sentence made Wang Hanshuang feel a little proud. Sun Yiping's beauty is one of the things that make him proud.

"As a normal man, you should be able to understand this idea." Seeing Wang Hanshuang clenching his fists again, Miao Huixiang quickly said: "Of course, in fact, your wife's love for you makes me jealous."

These words slightly eased the situation.

"What the hell is going on? My wife died and you disappeared, but I became a suspect!" Wang Hanshuang roared in a low voice. The anger and doubt accumulated over the past few days have now burst out.

He is no longer the gentle diplomat, nor is he talking about diplomatic rhetoric that is easy to say. He is now just a husband who is both angry and sad.

"This is exactly the reason I came to you." Miao Huixiang looked around again, "Here, don't worry about the partition walls."

It seemed as if to prove this sentence, the noise around him roared again. Even if he was close, the two of them had to face each other.

No eavesdropping instrument can work here, and the abortion is complicated, so even if people are sent here to monitor, it will be difficult to make up for it. It is indeed a good protective umbrella.

Chaos is the only thing that can fight against the powerful.

"I am a Zhejiang businessman. I come to Africa to sell medical supplies. Of course, we often engage in welfare businesses, which also helps promote our business. You know, Chinese businessmen are more proficient in doing such things." Miao Huixiang said proudly. Chinese businessmen are indeed good at winning people's hearts.

It is not as naked and naked as Western colonists, and it leaves no room for anything.

"Your wife discovered a medical scandal, which caused her disaster and caused me trouble." Miao Huixiang's expression became serious and serious when he said this.

"What medical scandal? Is it the side effects of the special medicine for the white plague?" Wang Hanshuang didn't know anything.

"This is just a small problem. The real scandal is that Qingzhu Pharmaceutical Group is using Africans for medical experiments. All free medical services are essentially low-cost clinical experiments." Miao Huixiang also had a look of panic on his face, "You know, Africa has no human rights and moral system. The patients here can't even eat enough, and they won't know that they are just guinea pigs in the laboratory."

"Yiping was shocked by this incident from Alisa. As the investigation unfolded, a terrible fact was placed in front of her."
To be continued...