Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

Jinglei put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked smartly to a dark alley. He didn't take out his mobile phone until he was sure that no one was following him. He dialed a string of phone numbers. After two beeps, Jamie's voice came, "what's up?"

"Jamie, remind you that someone is following you. Pay more attention."

Without waiting for Jamie to speak, he hung up the phone and threw his mobile phone into the garbage can. He shrugged and dialled his hair sadly. Alas, it's time for him to change his ID card and mobile phone again.

Jamie wants to curse his mother. Damn thunder, can't he remind him earlier?

It's too late now!

Now Jamie has parked his car outside his apartment. He sees a Cayenne parked by the side of the road through the rearview mirror. That's the tracker.

Jamie frowned. Instead of getting off in a hurry, he dialed the phone in the apartment and informed his companions.

Soon, two strong foreign men with guns rushed out. They "banged" at cayenne. The bullets were stuck on the bulletproof glass and covered with fine cracks.

Fierce gunfire continued. Cayenne was shot like honeycomb briquette, but the people inside didn't move at all. The two strong men held guns and moved warily to Cayenne.

A strong man aimed at the car and waved. Another strong man kicked open the rear door full of holes. At the moment of his probe, his hands suddenly stretched out from the bottom of the car, grabbed his ankle and pulled it again.

"Ah -" the strong man exclaimed, and his body fell back and stabbed, and his whole body was dragged under the car.

Fierce struggle, sometimes with arms or legs out of the car.

The strong man in charge of cover bent down and looked down, but he didn't dare to shoot, fearing that he might miss his partner by mistake.

"Bang bang -" two shots, the fight under the car stopped, and the blood slowly flowed out from the bottom of the car.

The strong man called his companion's name twice without any response. He bit his teeth and shot under the car. Suddenly, a black figure ran up from the other side of the car. With a "bang" shot, he was shot in the forehead. He stared at the pistol in the black figure's hand and fell to the ground slowly.

The meteor glanced at the body in front of him without expression and broke into the door of the apartment with a pistol.

At the same time of the gunfight, Jamie had fled into the apartment. He pinned the pistol to his waist and planned to jump out of the window and escape from the backyard. Unexpectedly, as soon as he jumped out of the window, two men in black suits jumped out of the trees and caught him at one fell swoop.

Jamie knew the means of beitangshen. In order to extort a confession, he would torture himself to death, so when the two men escorted him to the car, he suddenly bent his arm and hit the man in black on the ribs.

While the other party relaxed, he suddenly turned and ran towards the road.

"Bang -" meteor raised his arm and fired a shot at Jamie's leg. He fell to his knees and hit his head on the road.

"Catch him and don't let him die!" The meteor roared.

The two men rushed over and pressed Jamie's head.

The meteor reached out to explore Jamie's breath and pulse. The breath was very weak and the blood flowed all over the ground. He shouted in a deep voice, "come on, carry him to the car and return him to the villa for treatment."

When Jamie was carried to Miyamoto's operating table, he had swallowed his breath.

It turned out that he not only hit the ground with his head, but also bit off his tongue after being held down by meteors and others.

Miyamoto banzo shook his head. "This guy is desperate and can't be saved."

Meteor's face suddenly became ugly. The boss told him to stay alive. As a result, he still died in his own hands. How should he tell the boss?

At this time, the rosefinch pushed a man with colorful ties in. The man tied black cloth on his eyes and kept muttering, "I said, how can you be such a woman? As I said, I don't know anything about Jamie! "

The meteor's eyes turned around. The rosefinch pursed her lips, tore away the black cloth on the man's face, and suddenly revealed Jinglei's handsome face. The rosefinch said faintly, "Jamie is dead."

Jinglei saw Jamie lying on the operating table. A complex look flashed in his eyes and shouted, "Hey, what's my business if he's dead? I've told you. I just took him a million and helped him steal the CD from the police station. Our relationship is so simple!"

The rosefinch snorted coldly, "you called Jamie in the alley, and I've heard it." she raised her hand and shook the things in her hand. "This mobile phone is the one you threw in the trash can. What, am I right?"

More than an hour ago, the rosefinch secretly followed Jinglei, overheard him on the phone, then blocked Jinglei from another exit, fought with him without saying a word, and finally subdued him and tied him to the villa.

"Well, you're great. I did call Jamie, but it doesn't prove that I know him old. He's my employer. I'm kind enough to remind him. Isn't that ok?"

"Yes, of course. You can continue to argue, but you will soon know that it is wrong." The rosefinch waved, and two bodyguards came forward and forcibly put braces in Jinglei's mouth.

She said coldly, "this is to prevent you from committing suicide when you can't bear torture. Welcome to hell on earth and enjoy 108 kinds of torture instruments."

When the bodyguard pushed the cart full of tools in front of Jinglei, he couldn't help staring. All these things were stained with blood. No matter which one was applied to him, it would make his life worse than death.

The meteor put his gloves on his hand without expression and glanced at him. "You can say it now."

Jinglei shouted, "I said, I said!" He is just an elegant art thief. He deals with expensive art and antique dealers. At most, he is chased by the police. Where has he seen such a cruel situation? He can't carry it before the other party starts.

"Come on, I want to know Jamie." Meteor pulled a chair and sat in front of Jinglei.

Jinglei smiled bitterly, "in fact, I don't know much. Last year, I stole a Raphael's painting in the uffiz Art Museum. At that time, the dealer I contacted was Jamie's man. Jamie said that he appreciated my crime means and left my contact information. This time, it was the first time he contacted me to help him."