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Chapter 866 I, Chen Guilin

Taiwan Island.

Police Station, Hualin Branch.

"I'm here to turn myself in."

"Oh! If you want to turn yourself in, please line up. There are a lot of people turning themselves in today."

"???"

The man who surrendered himself was stunned for a moment and pointed to his face.

"I, Chen Guilin, come to surrender!"

"Hello, Mr. Chen. Please don't block the door. You have to follow the rules when you turn yourself in. You must first queue up to get a number, and then fill out a form with your personal information."

It has to be said that the entry requirements for Taiwan’s police are not high, and they do not even have the most basic observation skills of a police officer.

Of course, this is also related to Chen Guilin.

This guy had messy and greasy hair, and it was unknown how long he hadn't washed it. His face was also covered in scraggly beard, and he was wearing a suit that was obviously one size too big. In one word, he looked sloppy.

Who knows if he turned himself in just to go to jail and get three meals a day? People like this are not uncommon in Taiwan.

Chen Guilin walked to the end of the line helplessly. He had just been diagnosed with advanced lung cancer and was expected to live no more than half a year. When a person is about to die, his temper will more or less improve.

Taiwan's top three most wanted criminals list:
First place: Lin Luhe,
Second place, Xu Weiqiang,
The third place is Chen Guilin.

Chen Guilin looked at the wanted list posted on the wall. He didn't expect that he was only ranked third. He felt a little dissatisfied for no reason.

While Chen Guilin was staring at the wanted list in the police station,
Li Er and Matilda got off the plane at Taipei Airport.

The master and his apprentice sold a lot of good things in Los Angeles, America.

There are many wealthy Americans. Li Er has already offered the highest price possible, but none of the wealthy collectors bargained, especially an old yellow-haired collector named Chuan Jianguo. He alone created nearly 100 million yuan in revenue for Li Er.

The master and his apprentice amassed hundreds of millions of dollars in Los Angeles, and only decided to stop after attracting the attention of the police.

Of course, this was mainly due to Li Er, since he was the one who called 911 to report himself.

This guy also called various newspapers to help publicize the stolen collections from major European museums and which wealthy people are now in the hands of them.

Now America is in shit.

The name "American Magic Thieves" is very directional in itself, and coupled with the strength demonstrated by this organization, it is not something that an ordinary civilian group should have.

This is definitely a well-trained regular army, and they must have used the most advanced high-tech that is beyond the reach of European countries to complete the theft without anyone noticing.

Looking around the world, the only country that meets this condition is the great America.

Not to mention others, even Ethan and Claire who were far away in Paris suspected that it was done by one of their own people. They even began to secretly search for traitors within the CIA. Of course, the final result really shocked them.

The wealthy people in America naturally think so too. Could it be that they are really stupid and rich enough to dare to buy such national-level stolen goods?

"Ah! I'm finally back. I want to eat authentic Chinese food." As soon as Matilda got off the plane, she asked the taxi driver to drive to the best restaurant.

"Yes! Let's go to the big hotel." Li Er nodded in agreement.

Both the master and the disciple were cautious people. They did not fly directly to Taiwan from the United States. They flew to South Korea on purpose, changed their identities as kimchi, and then flew to Taiwan.

It’s hard to say whether the Chinese food at the Taiwan Island Hotel is authentic, but it is indeed delicious, especially for Li Er and Matilda, who have vomited their steaks and hamburgers.

The master and his apprentice ordered four portions of food and finished them all.

"Master, we are back to Taiwan. Do you want to look for Haitang and the others?" Matilda was full and lying on the big bed very comfortably.

When she was abroad, she had to be on guard against her identity being discovered and hunted down at all times. Now that she is back in her own territory, she can finally relax. She wants to have a good beauty sleep tonight.

"Why are you looking for her? This isn't the southern part of the country. Taipei is the territory of the Sanlian Gang."

Li Er was also exhausted. After changing so many places and identities, he didn't think he could be traced back.

Matilda nodded in understanding. She thought her master would ask Haitang to ship the goods. It seemed that he was not in a hurry for money, which meant it was safer.

"Master, give me a hug!" Matilda smiled sweetly and opened her arms. When people relax, they want to do something beneficial to their body and mind.

Li Er: "."

He had just completed the task of killing old man Jim, and with the ten bottles of physical enhancement liquid rewarded by the system in hand, it was naturally a piece of cake for him to deal with a beautiful foreign girl. Turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Second day, tired!
This time, Matilda disguised herself as a beautiful girl with an oriental face. Her accent was naturally strange, but many overseas Chinese who speak English as their mother tongue also have this accent, which is in line with her identity as a returnee from overseas.

Li Er also changed his identity. He had the Japanese-style medium-length hair that was popular among young people in Taiwan, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, looking like a little traitor.

"Master, you look like that person now." Li Er and Matilda had just walked down the hotel lobby when Matilda pointed at a figure and said in a low voice.

Li Er looked up.

"Damn, isn't that Lei Fuhong from the Triple Alliance? This is the real turtle, and a very sinister one at that."

Lei Fuhong wore the same gold-rimmed glasses as Li Er and wore a dark blue casual suit, looking like a gentleman with bad manners.

This guy was shaking hands with a middle-aged man with a serious face.

Li Er also knew the middle-aged man, Kazuo Kusakari from the Yamada Group in Japan. Why did the old guy come to Taiwan instead of staying in Japan? The woman next to him should be his daughter. She is pretty.

"The Yamada Group is on good terms with our Sanlian Gang. When you come to Taiwan, Team Leader Kusakari, you will of course be received by our Sanlian Gang. I have already asked someone to prepare a house for you." Lei Fuhong had a smile on his face, but he was cursing in his heart.

I don’t know if Kazuo Kusakari did it on purpose. Although this luxurious hotel is the property of the Sanlian Gang, it was assigned to managers under Ding Yao for management.

"Haha, I've heard that the young leader of the Sanlian Gang is a handsome man. Now that I see him, it's better to meet him in person than to hear about him." A smile appeared on Kusakari Kazuo's face.

Lei Fuhong's eyes lit up when he heard what Kusakari Kazuo said.

The title of 'Young Gang Leader' was naturally something he promoted himself. Not only the people from Ding Yao's faction, but also the other neutral factions within the Sanlian Gang did not recognize him.

"Thank you for the compliment, Team Leader Kusakari. Who is this?" Lei Fuhong turned his gaze to the woman next to Kusakari Kazuo.

"My daughter, Lailaizi."

"Hello, Miss Lailaizi!" Lei Fuhong had no idea what good thing he was thinking about, and his face was full of smiles.

Li Er was too lazy to watch the old fox and the little fox scheming against each other, so he walked out of the hotel lobby holding the hand of his beloved disciple.

"Come on, I'll take you to try all the special snacks in Taiwan." Li Er waved his hand proudly.

I made a lot of money this time, so it won't be considered a waste if I spend a little.

"Ah! Just snacks! Compared to special snacks, I still prefer seafood feasts." Matilda shook her head in objection.

Li Er made a unilateral judgment and the objection was invalid.

The master and his apprentice each rode a scooter and walked through the streets looking for special snacks.

Affected by the thefts in museums in European countries, Hong Kong Island, the intelligence center of Asia, is now in a mess. Li Er is not willing to go back to the police station to help the senior executives clean up their mess at this time, and he will delay it as long as possible.

"Mmm, honey, milk tea, it's the one you like with ice and less sugar." Matilda was biting a string of cuttlefish balls in her mouth, and holding a handful of various small strings in her hands. She was eating happily.

"Can you take so much?"

Li Er took the bubble milk tea handed over by Matilda. He was a little skeptical about Matilda's skill of riding a motorcycle with one hand. Of course, with Matilda's skills, the most she could do was to break the motorcycle, but it was unlikely that she would be hurt.

"It's okay. Hey, there should be an extra hook installed on the front of the car." Matilda shook her head nonchalantly.

Her eyes lingered on a bearded man walking across the street for a few seconds before she looked away.

Li Er followed Matilda's line of sight and knew that Matilda saw a pistol on the other person's waist.

Neither the master nor the disciple paid much attention to it. Instead, the unshaven Chen Guilin looked at Li Er and Matilda suspiciously several times.

Li Er and Matilda's dress looks like a loving couple from a wealthy family.

But Chen Guilin felt something was wrong, and his anxiety subsided only after he turned the corner and could no longer see the other person.

"It's really hell." Chen Guilin cursed inwardly.

He suspected that his lung cancer had worsened, and expressionlessly took out a box of cancer drugs from his pocket, squeezed out a pill, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

Chen Guilin is not afraid of death, he is just afraid that no one will remember him after he dies.

After all, even on the list of most wanted criminals in Taiwan, he was only ranked third.

His ideal is to be number one.

(End of this chapter)