Chapter 1781 Little Apple's Godly Finishing

Mu Yuan held the phone, and the courage he had just gathered was shattered. He was about to put the phone down when a familiar number jumped onto the screen. Jack called. Mu Yuan was nervous and swiped the phone. His hand trembled and he almost dropped it. His breathing became lighter.

"Major Mu Yuan!" A cold voice came from the microphone, and Mu Yuan's heart trembled. Major Mu Yuan? How long has it been since he heard Jack call him so formally?

I vaguely remember the last time he was called so formally was at an international conference. Someone introduced them. This person politely extended his hand and called him Major Mu Yuan. He shook his hand in public and hooked his palm.

In their formal occasions, each other's subordinates were there, and he rarely called him Major Mu Yuan. His fingertips trembled slightly, and he could hardly hold the phone. He turned the steering wheel, drove off the highway from the emergency lane, stepped on the brake, and was surrounded by a large pasture. It was so quiet that only his heartbeat could be heard.

Ye Chu looked at him curiously, and Mu Yuan's Adam's apple slid slightly. That cold name was like a glass of ice water in the morning that rolled into his throat and ran all the way to his internal organs, chilling him thoroughly.

"How do you know it was me?"

Jack said, "Where are you, stop immediately and send me a location."

"Aren't you checking the location?" Mu Yuan acted as if nothing had happened. "I didn't kill those people. Someone came to kill us on the way. I took Ye Chu to escape. If I didn't escape, I would have died too."

"I asked you to send me a location. You are in the United States, carrying a little girl. Can you outrun a group of mercenaries?" His voice was restrained and forbearing, mixed with anger.

Mu Yuan laughed at himself, "Don't you want to see me?"

"I won't see you, someone will deal with this matter." Jack said coldly, "The grudge between you and me is our business. This group of mercenaries killed our police, and this matter is my responsibility."

Mu Yuan was silent for a moment, "The murderer's arms are all tattooed with blue dragons, all on the right arm. I guess Bruce must have hired a team of mercenaries to catch Ye Chu. This is the only clue I can give you."

A technician next to Jack was about to locate Mu Yuan's whereabouts, but Mu Yuan and Jack knew that they could only locate a rough range. Even if Mu Yuan was unstable and upset, he and Jack knew how many seconds it took for a mobile phone to locate a person.

He would hang up in advance.

"Major Mu Yuan, you are in trouble in our country. Is it so difficult to make a call for help? Do you need Ye Ling to come and call for you?"

Mu Yuan gritted his teeth and hung up the phone. Yes, it was so embarrassing, even more embarrassing than calling in person. He had never hated himself so much. He obviously wanted to call, but he never had the courage. He was like a woman who was trying to seduce a man, but she was still holding a lute and half-covering her face. When someone took the bait and wanted to take off his clothes, he started to pretend to be a virtuous woman.

Mu Yuan, you are too shameless!

Ye Chu silently handed him a piece of paper and looked at him with concern. Mu Yuan almost laughed. After being served for a few days, this little ancestor finally found his conscience and knew how to care about him.

"What?" Mu Yuan asked.

Before he could laugh, Ye Chu added a knife, "I see you want to cry, so I handed you a piece of paper."

Mu Yuan, "..."

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