The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 1833 What are you going to do?

"This box of money too?" Jacob asked excitedly.

"Yes," Stonebridge replied.

"Are you sure no one will come back to claim it?" The honest Jacob was both worried and overjoyed. He really couldn't believe it.

"No, you deserve this, it's all yours." Stonebridge told him firmly.

"We are now business partners, Jacob and Sons Company." After hearing Stonebridge's firm answer, Jacob happily pointed at the little boy and said to Stonebridge.

"No, it's Najin and Dad's company." The little boy also said happily.

"Really? Next time you interrupt, I'll beat you up." Jacob teased, scratching the little boy's nose.

Then he couldn't wait to get in the car, and with the little boy, he started the car with his hands and feet dancing.

"Have a nice trip," Jacob said.

"Bon voyage, see you soon." Stonebridge said goodbye to them.

"Let's go." Stonebridge watched Jacob and the boy, who happily drove farther and farther away.

Stonebridge was relieved to get on the plane and take off safely. He took out the ring and looked at it, as if he was missing Kate again.

As for Long Zhan and Reporter Maggie, they lived their own world comfortably in the hotel.

Long Zhan's body had almost recovered, and Maggie was lying on the other side of the bed, taking out her computer to look up information.

"Can you put down your Pulitzer Prize and take a break?" Long Zhan said to Maggie.

"Come, come here." Long Zhan couldn't wait to call Maggie.

"The doctor has told me not to let you get too excited, my dear," Maggie said to Long Zhan with a flattering smile.

"I promise, I will never let you down." As he spoke, Long Zhan began to swim up and down Maggie's long legs with his hands.

He swam up to her big butt and gave her butt a slap.

This aroused Maggie's sexual desire again.

Maggie couldn't help but take off her clothes and flirted with Long Zhan: "What are you doing? My dear."

"You'll know what you're going to do next." Long Zhan pounced on her like a tiger.

"Ah" Maggie screamed excitedly.

They were about to have a great night.

And at Pristina Airport in Kosovo.

A minibus driver was taking five passengers back.

Suddenly, a passenger's cell phone rang. He answered the call and said, "What? No, the signal here is too bad."

".right."

"Just listening, I made it very clear that I will not hand over such a report to the subcommittee. And what happened to the car that came to pick me up at the airport?"

"No, they actually let me sit on a broken bus." One of them, an old, bald, short man who looked like an official, complained on the phone.

What he said was clearly heard by everyone in the car, including an older woman who could be said to be a grandmother.

There is also a beautiful woman with fair skin and beautiful long curly hair.

Sitting behind her was a rather gentlemanly, somewhat handsome man.

There was also a man sitting by the window who looked very careful, serious, with cheeks and glasses.

Everyone listened to his phone call attentively throughout the process.

"Forget it, just make sure someone is at the hotel to pick you up." The bald man said dissatisfied.

At this time, the man behind the long curly-haired woman wanted to chat with her: "Do you want to eat this?"

He held something to eat in his hand and gave it to the woman.

The woman politely refused: "No, thank you." "Is this your first time in Kosovo?" The man saw that the woman was not very friendly, so he asked her another question loudly, trying to chat with the woman for a while, okay? It was obvious that he wanted to chat with women more.

"Yeah." The woman nodded in response.

"Wow, this is a garbage dump." The man said as he looked at the dirty and backward scene outside the car.

"The Serbians have practiced communism for 50 years and fought a civil war, Mr. Bailey. What do you expect this place to become, not a resort." The older woman listened to the young man After saying that, she also jumped in and replied.

But they don't know that the danger is getting closer and closer to them.

While they were still chatting in full swing in the car.

The old woman continued: "They will definitely appreciate your bad advice. What is it?"

“Privatization of infrastructure.” Mr. Bailey added.

"Oh, then they can turn the entire country into a large shopping mall." the old woman replied.

And the man who looked like an official holding a stack of information hadn't even hung up yet.

He continued on the phone and said, "Okay, then send her some flowers."

As soon as he finished speaking, he shouted loudly to the driver: "Can you turn on the air conditioner?" He was sitting in the last row of the car.

After that, he continued on the phone and said, "Hello, hello."

Mr. Bailey wants to continue chatting up the beautiful woman in front of him.

He couldn't help but move his buttocks in front of the seat, trying to get closer to the woman, and asked the woman: "I heard that you are an economic consultant, right?"

"Yes, I am from Erasmus University in Rotterdam," the woman replied.

I didn’t expect that the woman is not only beautiful, but also has such a high level of education.

"Can you give me some investment advice?" Bailey pretended to ask.

“My advice is to spend whatever you earn,” the woman replied.

"Why?" the man asked.

"Maybe you will die tomorrow." The woman said humorously.

At this time, the man with glasses who had been silent interjected from the side and said: "You should use this as the title of the report."

"Yeah, it's quite catchy." The woman replied with a smile.

His words made everyone in the car laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" The old man on the phone kept talking on the phone seriously and didn't know what they were talking about.

I just hung up the phone and couldn't help but ask.

It seems that everyone is a social cow. We were all mingling quickly when we got to the car.

At this time, the woman received a text message and made a sound.

The old woman saw the woman taking out her mobile phone and gossiped to the woman: "Oh~ your husband?"

The woman looked at her and replied to the old woman: "Boyfriend."

Then I saw the content on the text message: "Let's stay at home for the holidays this year, friends."

After reading it, he deleted the message and replied to the old woman: "Ex-boyfriend."

They were chatting when suddenly the driver stopped the car.

"What are you going to do?"

It turned out that there were several soldiers in police uniforms outside the bus, blocking their way, and the driver couldn't help but be cruel to them.

"Tell them that we are from the European Union Mission. No passport is required." The old man sitting in the last row said confidently.