Comfortable resort area.

Sunny beach, sunbathing chairs by the sea.

A man wearing sunglasses was lying there enjoyably. He held a huge cell phone and stuck it in his ear, laughing: "Uncle Fang, look at what you said."

"It should be, it should be."

"Drink tea when you have time!"

"good!"

With a beep, Fan Heng hung up the phone.

The smile on his face disappeared immediately, and the tips of his eyebrows were slightly frowned, revealing a heavy and serious expression.

Lao Fang didn't even do it himself and wanted to entrust himself to pick up people in Bangkok.

I can really hold my breath.

The butler next to him whispered: "Boss, will there be any problem? At present, no one except those two families have appeared in Bangkok."

Fan Heng picked up a glass of orange juice, took a sip and moistened his throat, and then murmured: "So, these old guys are too cautious."

"Everyone is a turtle, afraid that it will be suspected of being a traitor or a traitor."

The housekeeper gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that only Lao Li is in action."

Fan Heng also narrowed his eyes and lay there and sighed: "Uncle Li is also a miserable person. It's okay if he is suspected, but his eldest son has even caught it."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's okay to put it in, but you will continue to be suspected."

In fact, the current situation is very subtle.

Everyone agreed.

I have to start bringing back my descendants, and I have done everything.

But no one dares to move those key figures, and whoever moves is the biggest suspect.

After all, those young people are too sensitive.

The boy named Chen Dong is currently the key figure who can distinguish the identity of a traitor.

The traitor must have wanted to kill him.

At this time, anyone who approaches the other party will easily cause trouble. It is better to protect your own people first.

But what he didn't understand was why Lao Liang's people didn't take action, and the Su family's people didn't take action either.

Even the Dong family is indifferent?

You should know that Su Feng has always been very close to the Chen family. According to the relationship between these two families, even if the other party sends people to pick them up, no one will doubt anything.

Fan Heng rubbed his temples, there must be something wrong with it.

Everyone is waiting.

What are you waiting for?

Wait for the traitor to jump out by himself?

Seeing that the descendants of the Fang family and the Lu family have all appeared, and they may be entangled with that group of troublesome guys.

It will be difficult to deal with by then.

That's why Uncle Fang called and specially entrusted himself to stop him.

This is obviously a clear connection.

Even if Chen Dong is killed, he will not be able to pursue the Fang family.

No matter how suspicious it is, the Fan family who sent people to Bangkok.

Thinking of this, Fan Heng smiled and hugged his head and smiled mockingly, "Old fox, old fox."

...

In the study room.

There is a chessboard.

There were only a few chess pieces inside, and the black and white pieces added up to only sixteen chess pieces in total.

Most of the pieces are scattered in the corners.

In the center, four black spots and one white spot are located.

This person pondered back and forth, but still couldn't make up his mind to replace this white piece with a black piece.

It seems that it still needs to be examined.

His voice was a little hoarse, and his voice was specially processed to the phone microphone.

"I found out what happened two days ago."

"The person who called the police..."

His voice came to an abrupt end here, hesitating for thirty seconds before continuing, "It's your person."

At this moment, Uncle Li, the old man seemed to be suppressing his anger, and his words squeezed out from his teeth and said, "Do you doubt me?"

He lowered his head and replied calmly and powerfully: "I'm just reminding you!"

The atmosphere was as heavy as suffocation at this moment.

"Follow your people."

"Look at who sold you!"

With a beep, the phone hung up.

A few days ago, in a small town in the suburbs of Bangkok, when the three interceptors chased the target, they were ambushed by the local police.

Behind such a coincidence, there must be strict arrangements.

After investigation, it was found that the identity of the person who called the police was quite confidential. In order to make the police trust and dispatch it in time, it was a clue provided to the Bangkok police through the identity of an informant from Interpol.

This convinced the police to dispatch so many troops in a short period of time to deploy a small town lying in the suburbs.

The only one who is responsible for the Interpol line is Uncle Li.

Such inference.

There are two greater possibilities.

First, Lao Li sent someone to arrest the target person himself, but called the police behind his back, obviously playing with a flower gun.

Second, there were three guys in the car at that time, and there was an insider hidden inside.

While performing a mission to track Chen Dong and others, the insider deliberately leaked the location of the target person and asked the informant to report it to the police to arrive in advance.

The purpose is to prevent everyone from taking action against the target.

...

With a snap.

Lao Li stood silently at the edge of the window and sucked a sip of cigarette.

There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes, and he sucked cigarettes in big mouthfuls, making his throat and lungs smell like nicotine.

There were information from his three subordinates on his desk.

Silver-haired man Amber, Los Angeles detective Jack, Russian detective Tommy.

All of them were subordinates who were cultivated and placed into Interpol, and they have dealt with many difficult and troubles for him over the years.

To be precise, I also know that he has a lot of business.

His face became even more ugly. He glanced at the phone below. It was the text message he had just sent.

The text message was "There is an insider who terminates the action!"

Uncle Li's mouth twitched slightly. People who have been cultivated for so many years actually had an insider.

This feeling is very complicated. I sent someone to lurk under my own hands ten years ago.

What a thought.

...

now.

Chen Dong and Li Laosan both choked and breathed.

He squinted his eyes and swallowed a sip of water, staring at Tommy, a white Russian detective in the pool of blood, and then said in a tight voice: "No, it's not him."

Although the other party once said before his death that he was not an enemy.

But the last shot did hit him naked.

And it was such a hasty shot.

If Tommy is really the insider mentioned in the text message, he should throw away the gun as soon as possible to prove his identity.
To be continued...