Cold Soldier King Pretty President

"Well, let's go. Do you have any place to go now?" Ye Mo opens a way.

At the moment, the girl gradually calms down. Suddenly, she seems to think of something. She looks up at ye Mugang and is ready to speak. Then she seems to think of something. She lowers her head and shakes her head.

Ye Mo has seen this scene for several years. If her loyal uncle was still there, she would not have suffered so much, and each of them had ulterior thoughts and purposes.

Otherwise, the big leader is still in the world, but if there are several forces firmly supporting him, it will be enough to frighten the people up and down. How can there be so many changes.

"It's a real trouble to have no one to take you to the hotel, except your uncles? Is there any other relative or something like that? At least there's a place where you won't be betrayed. " Ye Mo opens a way.

The girl was silent when she heard this. Of course, there are such people, but this is not what she wants. The former can provide her with protection and help her to make a comeback at the right time.

But if she chooses the latter, it means that she has chosen mediocrity. She can only live in anonymity in a country in the United States and be an ordinary little girl. This is a life she never thought of before. She would rather die than accept such a fate.

Ye Mo also said with a smile: "sometimes don't think too much. Living is the foundation of everything, and only living can have hope. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's get on the bus first, and think about it again."

The girl's body is a little weak, and her legs are a little weak before she takes a few steps. In the end, ye Mo holds her in his arms and gets on the truck. Originally, ye Mo still wants to get Liu Qian's help, but unfortunately his mobile phone has been broken when it just crashed.

As for the two unlucky guys, they searched all over and found a lot of cash in their wallets, but none of them had mobile phones, and they didn't know whether they were afraid of revealing their identities or what.

"Come on, we can't rely on others now. We have to make a living on our own." Ye Mo smiles, and then takes the girl to the car.

At least it's a big bus. Its tonnage is better than that of a small broken car just now. Its safety is also much higher. At least it's OK to hit those small cars directly. As for other problems, they can't think about them now.

The girl is thinking about the future. Yemo is also thinking about how to solve the current situation. God knows what else is waiting for them.

However, just at this time, there was a light flashing in front of him. When he got closer, yemer found that this was not a police car, but a whole motorcade, which was bigger than the people who were tracking them before.

Ye Mo's heart immediately alerted, such a big move, usually it must be bank robbery or hostage kidnapping and so on.

At present, in the territory of the Chinese circle, all the underground rules are made by them. If several outlaws rob banks or kidnap hostages, they don't have to be cleaned up by the people of the City Council. If they just touch the boundary, they have to be done by the people of the Chinese circle.

Only the insiders of the Chinese circle can have the ability and conditions, but the Chinese circle itself has its own business. It has long been unable to see such low-end business. What is the situation with so many police forces deployed here?

In American blockbusters, those people in the market often play some ignominious roles, and there seems to be no more reliable explanation for this scene.

Ye Mo then slowed down and said to the girl on the side: "girl, it seems that we have to divide up. You should take these things with you and don't throw them away. If there's nothing wrong, I'll come back to you."

Yemo said, taking out a button sized tracker from her body and letting the girl put it close to her, and then put some pieces of tickets snatched from those bastards into the girl's hands.

Although it's difficult for her to run alone, it's also a must now.

After a little hesitation, the girl took the money and stopped before getting off the bus. Then she turned her head and whispered to Yemo, "thank you. You also pay attention to your safety."

The voice falls, the girl immediately plunges into the boundless night, and soon disappears completely.

"This wench, I hope there will be no more moths." Ye Mo sat in the driver's seat and watched the fast approaching motorcade, then lit a cigarette and sighed.

The girl has a gun on her body. If she is careful, nothing will happen. I'm afraid that these Americans will play an ignominious role in it. At present, she can only go one step at a time.

After a while, the police car stopped in front of yemer. As soon as the door was opened, a group of armed Americans took out their guns and yelled at the bus.

Ye Mo smiles faintly. Then he opens the car door, raises his hands and walks down slowly. Immediately, a man who looks like a police officer comes up and asks, "what do you do?"

Ye Mo smiles awkwardly and says in standard Chinese, "excuse me, could you please speak Chinese? I don't understand foreign languages. "

It seems that these Americans are the first to encounter this kind of situation, but none of them can speak Chinese. It's just that the original Chinese Blockbusters have hit the American market in recent years. These guys finally know that ye Mo speaks Chinese, look at each other, and then decide to take ye Mo back to the Bureau for investigation.

"Well, I said, what are you doing? Why do you arrest people? I don't steal or rob when I drive in the middle of the night. Why do you arrest me! let go! I told you to let go! Which claw caught me? Believe it or not, you'll chop all the claws back! "

Ye Mo is struggling like this, and he is detained by this group of Americans with a completely unruly image. The first few people look at Ye Mo with disdain, then shrug their shoulders and continue to fortify on the road. They didn't expect that the yellow monkey in front of them is the main one they are waiting for this time.

After a short time, Yemo was brought back to the Municipal Bureau by a group of people. Those people in the Bureau were not surprised to see Yemo, especially after talking with each other for a few words. They knew Yemo was an overnight driver, and their attitude towards him became more and more disdainful.

In the past, when they were short of money, they spent a lot of money in the middle of the night. Chinese drivers were the focus of their attention, which was no different from those in China.

Under special circumstances tonight, on duty on the road is also a top secret operation, which can't be made public, let alone outsiders. In their view, ye Mo is just a fish in the pool who has been affected. It's almost OK to bring him to walk around. Of course, it's better to pay a fine.

A fat police officer received Ye Mo, holding a large mug in his hand. Just as he sat down, he smashed the mug on the table. There was a dull sound of "bang". The cup didn't break, but the coffee inside spilled a lot. The effect was the same as that of ancient China. Before you open your mouth, you should be scared to kill yourself.

Fat police officer did not speak, but picked up a doughnut on the side and put it into his mouth to chew. It seemed that ye Mo was regarded as the air. Frankly speaking, it was all routine.

In other words, for the sake of yemer's Chinese face, they would have been much more tough in dealing with those niggers.

It has to be said that this fat police officer is a little capable. At least compared with other Americans, he can communicate with yemer in poor Chinese.

"Who are you?" Fat police officer Old God in of ask a way.

"My home is in the northeast, on the Songhua River --"

The fat police officer was a little confused. How could he sing this special song? Let alone, it seems to have a little flavor. It's a folk artist! Why don't you join the American talent show!

The fat police officer somehow understood the word "northeast", then he coughed twice and asked, "when did you come to the United States? Is it a black house? "

As soon as ye Mo heard this, he refused: "I said, officer, I'm not willing to ask you this question. I've been living here for three or five years, and you asked me if I was a black household. It's an insult to my chiguoguo!

I'm looking for a lawyer. I'm going to complain to trump about racial discrimination! Is that how you treat taxpayers? "