Chapter 1280 Clues

There are still a large number of stranded guests waiting in the corridor outside the door. These people are panicked but dare not run around, anxious and have no idea, so they can only huddle together like a group for warmth and seek comfort. Zhou Qingfeng walked quickly through the crowd with a big bag, but no one paid any attention to him.

"Aren't you worried that female reporters and female celebrities will reveal your secrets? I thought you would kill them." Valina asked behind Zhou Qingfeng.

"Leak what?" Zhou Qingfeng kept walking forward, "Leave the story you made up? I'm not that cruel, and I always treat women softer."

"They will always give investigators some information."

"Believe me, for such a big event, all kinds of true and false news will fly all over the sky. What worries investigators is not that there is too little information, but that there is too much contradictory information and they don't know which one is true?"

"But your identity, Lin Sen, is likely to be exposed."

"Exposure is exposure, I don't care at all. Because I am not an actor at all."

Valina was a little surprised, and accepted Zhou Qingfeng's words with half-belief.

Walking out of the area where the guests lived, the entire manor was still in a mess. A large number of people ran around like headless chickens, and countless rescue vehicles came in from outside, but there was no effective command. Even the police came to investigate the imaginary murder, and they were scared away when they saw the corpses all over the ground.

In a Middle Eastern country like the United Arab Emirates, the society is not as orderly as imagined. The government agencies have been in peace for too long, and when they encounter major troubles, they show extremely low efficiency. In particular, Zhou Qingfeng also activated the individual electronic warfare system, which made the ten kilometers around the manor an information island.

The long-term information blockade brought great panic, and a large number of people in the manor were fleeing in the dark. When Zhou Qingfeng found Yuan Mei and the others, the three women in his family stayed in the room obediently. It wasn't until they came out that they realized that there was a gun battle in the manor, and they were frightened for a while.

No one stopped, no one inquired, Zhou Qingfeng took a group of people to get a few cars and left the manor. Yuan Mei and others didn't return to the hotel, and went directly to the country by plane. And he himself stayed behind with Varina.

When the time came to dawn, the manor where the accident had just calmed down.

Under the protection of thousands of military and police personnel, the extremely ugly Crown Prince Harmandan returned to his private estate. And the luxurious residence that was still glamorous last night was completely unrecognizable and devastated just one night later.

The lawn of the manor was crushed by a large number of emergency vehicles, like a piece of torn rag. There are dozens of holes in the wrought iron railing used as the fence, which were smashed open by various vehicles fleeing here.

It looks like this on the outside, but it's a mess on the inside.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince walked into the manor and saw that his home seemed to have been swept away by a hurricane, with damaged buildings and broken furniture everywhere. All sorts of decorative luxuries were strewn about - last night some daring servants ransacked the manor thinking there was a real war.

The corpse has been removed, but the bloodstains on the ground have not been cleaned up. Looking at the various black and red marks, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince couldn't help being terrified. Even if he is powerful and wealthy, he is still just a mortal, and he can be killed with a single bullet.

"What's going on here?" There were not many bodyguards left for His Highness the Crown Prince, and the others either died or fled.

Many mercenaries and servants who had experienced battles never came back after fleeing, because now fools feel that His Royal Highness is too dangerous to be around—causing such huge casualties and destruction, this is definitely provoking death.

Because there were not enough witnesses at the scene, no one could tell the specifics of last night's incident. At present, the quality of the UAE military and police personnel accompanying the crown prince is limited. They also looked at the messy manor like a fool, thinking to themselves who made such a big fight?

Only the Americans can help at this time. The United Arab Emirates and the United States have intelligence cooperation, but CIA sent people to investigate the scene, and took the initiative to answer questions for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"We compared the avatars and confirmed that the woman captured last night was named Varina. She is the commander of the special forces of the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs and has participated in many foreign operations with extremely bad influence."

CIA agents showed several documents to Crown Prince Harmandan, the first of which was information about Valena.

Hearing that it was related to the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was in a hurry. He grabbed the document and quickly looked through it. Although he didn't understand it very well, he could feel that a huge trouble was enveloping him. He asked incomprehensibly, "Why did the Russians kill me?"

"As an ally, we have initiated an inquiry on your behalf to the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs. They said that Varina used to be a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but now she has lost control and has been delisted." CIA agent said.

"This is a lie!" Crown Prince Harmandan yelled violently. He was startled and frightened, and his spine was chilling.

But more terrible things are yet to come.

CIA's agent gave another piece of information, "Just from Varina's words, things are not too bad. We think the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs' statement has a certain degree of credibility. But the appearance of this person must arouse high vigilance." .”

The new information is very thin, and the first page is a portrait drawn from the oral description of the medical staff of the Manor Medical Department. It was a tall man in a skull helmet with a strange exoskeleton attached. This guy looks terrifying!

"Who is this man?" Crown Prince Hamandan stared at the portrait for a while, then suddenly exclaimed: "Isn't this the invisible soldier who appeared on the Syrian battlefield not long ago? He once exposed this iconic skull helmet."

The invisible warrior is popular all over the world, and too many people know his image.

"This guy doesn't just appear on the Syrian battlefield. He appears in too many places. In the past two or three years, as long as there are major events in the world, he will be indispensable." Lowered and said: "We have been trying to catch him, but we can't."

"Even you can't catch him?" In the eyes of His Royal Highness, the CIA is the most powerful organization in the world, almost omnipotent.

Hehehehe... Agent Cia's heart felt bitter—if we can catch this kid, why should we list him as the most dangerous person in the world? The devastation this guy has wrought has broken the heart of Great America, and there's nothing he can do about it.

"This guy wearing a skull mask should be here to save Valena, so we would like to know why Valena was arrested in your manor?" The CIA agent asked a key question, "Please tell us Be honest, otherwise no one can help you."

Crown Prince Harmandan hesitated for a second or two, and finally felt that his life was more important than his face. He said in a low voice: "My subordinates bought a group of female slaves in Syria, the younger ones. This matter has been very smooth in the past, but this time it attracted that stinky bitch Varina."

A very young slave girl?

The CIA agent could already imagine the disgust and filth, but he still asked with a cold face: "I need the information of these female slaves."

The information was quickly submitted by the crown prince's servants. Those girls in their teens or even a few years old often didn't even have their names, only a simple photo. When these photos were sent back to the US military base in Turkey, Fidel, the senior CIA intelligence officer in charge of Middle East affairs, immediately exclaimed.

"Isn't this the little girl we saw in Palmyra?"