In the living room of the Song family, after listening to Ye Xuan's analysis, the Song family couldn't help but feel silent.

"Dad, what should I do about this? If I don't pay the ransom, Dehua..." After a long silence, Song Shilan's eyes turned red and she looked at Song Hongyi with tears in her eyes.

"Shilan, don't be anxious. Dad will definitely not let Dehua have something to do. I have asked someone to prepare the ransom, but if things are really like Xiao Ye analyzed just now, then Dehua may be more dangerous once we pay the ransom." Song Hongyi frowned and shook his head, "Since those people know Dehua's identity, with Dehua's intelligence, they may also see through their identity. Those people will definitely not let Dehua go at that time."

Hearing Song Hongyi's words, Song Shilan's tears immediately flowed down.

"Uncle Song, can you organize a copy of the Meiguo Company and people that Dehua wanted to contact this time for me!" At this time, Ye Xuan suddenly looked at Song Hongyi and said.

Song Hongyi was slightly stunned and looked at Ye Xuan suspiciously. When he saw Ye Xuan's serious expression, he nodded and said, "Okay, I will ask the secretary to organize a copy for you tomorrow. You can come to the company before noon tomorrow."

"Okay, it's very late tonight. I won't bother you to rest anymore, let's go first." Ye Xuan stood up and said.

"Okay, I'm not sure about greetings today. You can drive slowly!" Song Hongyi said politely.

"You are so serious!" Ye Xuan nodded slightly, then looked at Song Shilan and the middle-aged beautiful woman, nodded and signaled, then turned around and walked out.

He has already understood what he should know, and the rest is to wait until he gets the list of people he has come to Meiguo tomorrow.

When he returned home, Ye Xuan didn't do much, so he made some preparations and then went to bed.

The next day, Ye Xuan got up early and still went to the surrounding small park for exercise. He waited until around nine o'clock and drove towards Dingfeng Group.

After entering the building of Dingfeng Group, I explained my intentions to the front desk. The beautiful woman called the front desk and asked for instructions, and then asked Ye Xuan to go upstairs politely.

After going upstairs, Ye Xuan was taken to Song Hongyi's office by a beautiful secretary in a white uniform. Seeing that although Song Hongyi was still calm and majestic, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was a little tired. It was obvious that because of Ye Dehua's affairs, he didn't sleep well last night.

"Xiao Ye, you are here, sit down!" Seeing that Ye Xuan came, Song Hongyi stopped the documents he had processed, stood up from behind the desk, and walked over with a piece of paper and said, "For this, this is the American company and people you asked for Dehua and the others yesterday."

"Thank you, please!" Ye Xuan said thank you, took the information, and then asked, "By the way, Uncle Song, don't you know that those people in Mei Country call the police?"

"No, I originally wanted them to call the police, but according to your analysis, there are masterminds behind the kidnappers. I am afraid that those people in the police station may stimulate them if they call the police, so I did not ask them to call the police for the time being." Song Hongyi shook his head slightly and said, "But in addition to reporting this matter to the embassy, ​​I also contacted the underground gang in Chinatown through connections yesterday and asked them to help investigate who did this matter. Maybe it would have some effect!"

"Okay, I understand. Then I won't bother you, let's go first!" Hearing Song Hongyi's arrangement, Ye Xuan nodded slightly, and then turned around and left without saying anything more.

"Wait, Xiao Ye!" Seeing Ye Xuan turning around and leaving, Song Hongyi said, "I don't know what you are going to do with this list, but you must be careful. Mei Guo is a capitalist society, and even the president is pushed by those large consortiums."

Hearing Song Hongyi's words, Ye Xuan smiled indifferently. Sure enough, Jiang was still so hot. Although he didn't say what to do, Song Hongyi seemed to see something from it.

"Thank you for your reminder, Uncle Song, I will be careful!" Ye Xuan nodded with a smile, and then turned around and walked out of Song Hongyi's office without saying anything.

When he arrived at the underground parking lot, Ye Xuan sat in his car, and then picked up the information about Ye Dehua's trip that Song Hongyi had obtained and looked carefully. After reading the information above, he then put it in the storage bag.

Sitting in the car, Ye Xuan put his hands on the steering wheel, knocking slowly, thinking about some things in his mind, then his eyes flashed, fastened his seat belt, started the car, slid, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out of the parking lot.

After driving the car back home, Ye Xuan walked to the small park next to him and turned around in an uninhabited corner. Next, a middle-aged man with somewhat hair on the Mediterranean walked out of the corner, came to the side of the road to stop a taxi, and then headed towards the deep sea international airport.

An hour later, the middle-aged Mediterranean paid the car and walked out of the taxi. After entering the waiting hall, he first checked the airport information hanging on the lobby, and then found a seat in the front row of the waiting chairs in the lobby and sat down and waited quietly.

There were people coming and going in the airport, and it was extremely noisy. The middle-aged Mediterranean sat on the chair and looked around from time to time, especially those blonde and blue-eyed foreigners.

After waiting for ten minutes, the Mediterranean middle-aged man's eyes were fixed on a white middle-aged man who looked about thirty or forty years old with short brown hair, because he heard the middle-aged white man's words, "Shet, it's still an hour, and the Chinese really don't have the concept of time."

The white middle-aged man only held one salute. After sitting for a while, the white middle-aged man stood up and stood up and walked to the side.

Seeing this, a light flashed in the middle-aged Mediterranean eyes, and then stood up from the seat, followed the white middle-aged man, and slowly followed.

After a while, I saw a white middle-aged man dragging his salute into a toilet.

The Mediterranean middle-aged man followed in. When he saw that there was no one in the toilet, he suddenly took a step forward and pointed at the three acupoints of the white middle-aged man, Taiyuan and Fengchi. Then he directly carried the fainted white middle-aged man into a room in the toilet like a chicken.

Two minutes later, the middle-aged white man appeared again, holding the salute in his hand, with a calm smile on his lips, slowly walked out of the toilet and returned to the hall.

A few hours later, at New York International Airport, a plane from China landed, and then a white middle-aged man walked out of it with a salute...

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Chapter completed!