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Zhang Ming tied the other end to the cruise ship, and Michel drove a little further, and the rope was stretched straight.

In this way, Zhang Ming and the handbag can be rowed directly. With the weight of the speedboat and the cruise ship, his weight will not affect the stability of the rope at all.

Although there were some twists and turns in tonight's operation, it was basically completed satisfactorily. As for Mr. T's future revenge...let's talk about it after he survives the S.H.I.E.L.D. inspection.

Zhang Ming tried the rope and was sure it was all right. Just as he was about to leave, Gwen's voice came from behind him.

"Jonathan?"

Gwen just came out of the cabin, and she looked at Zhang Ming happily. Before hearing continuous explosions, this kind-hearted girl was always worried about Zhang Ming's safety.

She was about to come over when Chief George stopped her.

"Gwen, stay away from this man."

"dad?"

Director George stood in front of his daughter and stared at Zhang Ming.

He is a police chief who has slowly worked his way up from a grassroots police officer.Director George has seen too many dangerous people in his life, and he almost has an instinctive sixth sense for such people.

Now this sixth sense is frantically reminding him that this thin and frail young man in front of him is more dangerous than any criminal he has ever seen.

Zhang Ming felt a little uncomfortable being watched by Director George, and looked down at himself.

There is nothing abnormal, the zipper has not been opened, why does this uncle look at him like a pervert.

Director George glanced at the handbag in Zhang Ming's hand, and through the opening, he could see what was inside.

He warned loudly: "I am the chief of the New York City Police Department, Jonathan, and I order you to put down the package in your hand and accept inspection."

"What if I say no?" Zhang Ming asked curiously.

Chief George put his hands in his bosom, and... took out a fork.

Zhang Ming said helplessly: "You don't have to do this. The owner of this boat is not a law-abiding citizen, and you are not on official business hours. Even if you really caught me, no one will thank you."

Director George said righteously: "I am a policeman, and this is my responsibility."

"Even so?"

Zhang Ming opened his suit jacket, revealing a pitch-black pistol, which he had just snatched from the security guard.

Chief George's grip on the fork tightened, and he felt like a fool.

But the profession of the police requires a little bit of a fool's spirit to face difficulties and dangers?

Otherwise, if all the policemen run away, who can protect the citizens?

"Gwen, Dior, step back." Director George said in a deep voice.

"father!"

Gwen didn't understand why things had developed to this point, and Dio on the side was completely dumbfounded.

Are you Americans all this rough?

Half an hour ago, we were still holding hands, good friends.

Half an hour later, as soon as we meet, I will take a knife, and you will take a gun, and we will fight to the death.

Dio glanced at the watch on Zhang Ming's wrist.

Besides, you are so rich, why do you still do such illegal activities?

At this moment, Dior wanted to go back to England, to the family's old castle. Although it was gloomy and very cold in winter, he still wanted to go home.

Americans are crazy.

Zhang Ming smiled and pulled out his gun.

Director George's muscles were tense, and the night wind blew across his face, making it extraordinarily cold.

He was ready to jump at any time.

However, Zhang Ming's action stunned Chief George.

He squatted down, put the gun on the ground, and pushed it over.

"Anyway, he's a police chief. Take a gun and talk about what you just said."

Director George didn't understand what medicine was sold in Zhang Ming's gourd, but his body was faster than his mind. He quickly picked up the gun, squatted down, and aimed——

Zhang Ming has disappeared.

"What about people?"

Dio stammered, "He... just jumped off."

A group of people rushed up behind him, they were the security guards who had just climbed up, and Mr. T walked in the front. He grabbed the railing and stared at the speedboat going away.

Zhang Ming seemed to be still smiling and waving at him.

Chief George walked over: "I'm the Chief of New York Police, do I need to call the police? It seems that a young man made a lot of trouble just now—"

"No need, it's just a small problem, don't bother the police." Mr. T said coldly, he turned around and went back to the cabin, without looking at Director George from the beginning to the end.

Seeing Mr. T's disappearing back, Director George remembered what Zhang Ming said just now.