No. 1917 9 Is Coming.

Just when the blond man was clenching his fists and looking down in annoyance.

The voice without any ups and downs sounded in his ears again: "Is there any other information? Since we have contacted him many times, we should be able to collect some information. If there is nothing, can you tell us about the process?"

"There is the process of the case!" The blond man immediately said: "Because every time it is too incredible, we have kept a lot of live videos! After all, every time Z wants to arrest someone, he will make an advance notice, which is the most troublesome, but the method is not bad. If the influence is large, those rich and powerful people will not use other means to influence the final decision. Some people are particularly good at taking advantage of the network."

Qin Mo opened the car door according to his instructions. After hearing his words, he raised his eyebrows and his eyes were very light: "In this way, you admire Z quite a lot."

"It's hard to say, anyway, we want to catch him." The blond man wanted to pretend to be deep.

Qin Mo did not continue to follow his words, but said lightly: "Watch the live video first."

Maybe this person has too much noble temperament.

The blond man always feels that the other party is not easy to approach.

Obviously a high school student.

Why does he look so cold?

However, when he thought about the other party's identity again.

The blond man's thoughts changed again.

Those piles of case solutions, people without ability, will never be able to solve them.

Moreover, from the news they received.

Any suspicious case, old case, can be caught by him in a short time.

One step faster than the criminal, predicting the whereabouts of the criminal.

It seems that only such a person can not be confused by Z.

The more the blond man thought about it, the more he felt that they had a great chance of success this time. After all, this was the person they invited secretly, without going through the network procedure, and even without appealing. Even if he came to pick up the person, Z should not know...

A little more time passed, approaching dusk.

The sky of Fifth Avenue,

is always so blue, and the snow-white dove of peace and the fountain in the square can be seen everywhere.

The wide driveway is very suitable for racing on it.

So many of the blockbusters we see on the shadow line were shot here.

It's just that people who are not locals don't know.

There is a culture here, called street culture.

There is also an area here, called the gray area.

There are many people on the street.

There are people from all walks of life.

As dusk approaches, night falls, and the lights come on, the roadside telephone booths look very ordinary, right?

The black guy who was graffitiing was still thinking about how to occupy the other wall.

The original telephone booth suddenly seemed to have been pressed by an unknown button, and moved to the left and right.

There was a loud noise.

A door rolled up.

Then, a black Lamborghini sports car with bat-shaped wings rushed out from it, like the most elegant lion in the world, foreshadowing something.

It's going to move.

The black guys froze when the car came out, and immediately jumped to the side.

You know, the owner of the car is really not to be messed with!

But the owner of the car is always naughty.

The more scared others are.

The more worthy she is to say hello.

"Oh, what a coincidence."