The traveling frog is living a carefree life in the Marvel universe.

Brian: "No need, kid. Don't get involved in this kind of thing. Don't worry, your uncle can handle it. Don't forget, I'm an FBI agent!"

Mia added, "Yes, Parker, children shouldn't get too involved in these things. This is for adults. Let's continue studying these items."

It's obvious that Parker may have shown extraordinary intelligence, but in Brian and Mia's eyes, he was always a high school student, a kid.

Watching Brian's departing figure, Parker felt helpless: "I really can help you, Uncle Brian."

At this time, Parker may indeed be a little young, but his wisdom and strength far surpass those of ordinary people, and even his experience is far beyond that of ordinary children.

If Brian were willing to take Parker with him into dangerous situations, Parker might be able to lead Brian out of landmines and RPGs.

But now that Brian has refused, there's nothing that can be done.

But Uncle Brian is a man who has seen a lot, so he should be fine, right?

Brian drove to the beach.

Brian could roughly guess why Reyes's men had agreed to meet him at sea.

If someone commits murder at sea and dumps the body, it's very difficult for anyone to find evidence of the crime.

Therefore, this trip still carries some risks.

But Brian absolutely couldn't not go.

Because Bryce was his childhood friend, he couldn't abandon him.

While driving, Brian took out his phone and made a call to Bryce, who had already turned off his phone.

"shit!"

Brian cursed.

He then made several more phone calls to check on Bryce's condition.

The main concern is, what if it's a scam call and Bryce is unharmed?

Finally, Brian learned from an acquaintance that Bryce had indeed gone into a bar in Reyes.

Then everything seemed to fit together.

Brian's finger landed on the phone's keypad, which displayed "911," but he hesitated for a long time before pressing the play button.

"never mind."

Brian withdrew his hand:

"Let's go take a look first."

If Reyes's men were just bluffing and nothing serious had happened, his act of randomly calling the police would clearly be inappropriate.

Having been an FBI agent for so long, he's experienced quite a lot, including several undercover missions to drug lords' homes. His ability to handle situations is quite good, so it's really unexpected that he would stumble over such a trivial matter.

We arrived at the seaside.

Brian quickly borrowed a small boat and set off for the address Reyes had given him.

The small boat quickly approached a yacht.

Brian boarded the yacht and saw a group of bikini-clad beauties. Ignoring these promiscuous women, he went into the yacht's cabin.

There were burly men watching Brian intently from both sides of the road, preventing him from getting lost.

"What on earth did that bastard Bryce do to cause such a commotion?"

Brian really wants to give Bryce a good beating right now.

This time, the trouble this guy has caused is definitely serious.

Upon entering the room, Bryce sat cautiously on a corner of the sofa like a quail, flanked by two burly black men. His girlfriend, Amanda, was also flanked by the other two men.

Brian glanced at Bryce, who had his head down, and then looked at Reyes, who was in the main seat.

Reyes is eating steak.

Because of Bryce's interruption, he and his wife Priyanka hadn't even finished their steaks before they rushed out.

So, while interrogating Bryce, he grabbed a steak from the bar and continued eating.

Reyes chewed his steak, looked up, and glanced at Brian:

"it's him?"

The black man in sunglasses next to me said:

"it's him!"

"What happened?"

Brian looked at Bryce expressionlessly and asked.

"That's exactly what I was going to ask you!"

Bryce lowered his head, but Reyes spoke.

As he turned his head, the black man in sunglasses tossed Bryce's backpack out, which contained two packets of laundry detergent.

With Brian's professional intuition, there was nothing he couldn't understand when he saw the two packages on the ground.

His eyes were fixed on Bryce.

"Don't look at me like that. It's okay. It's just a misunderstanding. Everyone is fine. As long as we clear up the misunderstanding, everything will be alright."

Bryce quickly stood up and said.

After being captured by Reyes, Bryce finally realized that these people were ruthless and inhuman gangsters. They were willing to use any cruel method he could imagine against him. So Bryce quickly backed down and dragged Brian into the mess.

Because he knew that he couldn't explain himself for what he had done. Even if he took Reyes to the plane crash site, Reyes would definitely kill him to silence him. The only way to survive was to have Brian rescue him.

Brian has always been a very charismatic person with extraordinary methods for getting things done, and now he's also an FBI agent... He'll definitely be able to make reasonable arrangements.

"That guy, he's blind! I was originally going to bury him alive..."

Reyes, eating his steak, looked at Brian and said:

"However, I can give you a chance to save him."

"Okay, so we've reached an agreement, right?"

"Bryce said."

Reyes frowned.

Immediately, a burly black man, understanding Reyes's signal, punched Bryce in the face, interrupting his nonsense.

"Talk my ass!"

Reyes took a sip of red wine.

Reyes felt that talking to Bryce, that little bastard, was an insult.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Bryce was somewhat angry; he probably hadn't been beaten up by gangsters much before.

"What's the problem? Heh, you sound like an amateur. You've got a big problem," Reyes said. "You dared to steal my goods and then tried to sell them to me. I have to say, you've successfully angered me."

Bryce: "Your goods? Okay, we have no idea, I swear..."

Reyes: "Listen carefully, I don't care how I got it, what's mine is mine, all of it!"

Brian said, "This is all there is."

Reyes: "This thing can't possibly be only this much."

Brian shrugged: "That's all we found..."

"Is this all you found?"

A contemptuous smile crept across Reyes's lips as he took an SW1911 from his drawer and cocked it.

He walked over and pressed the muzzle of the gun against Brian's cheekbone:

"There are 800 kilograms of cargo on the plane. You have six hours to return it all, or not only that idiot and his girlfriend, but you and all your relatives and friends will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish. Do you understand?"

……

Seeing Brian walk out, Parker still felt a little uneasy and secretly sent a text message to Bai Ye, asking him to help Brian.

After all, Brian is just an ordinary person, and any gun could easily take him down. If Bai Ye were to help, even a missile bombardment of Brian wouldn't be a problem.

White Night, who received Parker's text message, was still in the lookout tower on the beach, behind Kelly.

I took out the text message and looked at it.

Bai Ye instantly guessed the general outline of the matter.

"That idiot Bryce, I knew he was courting death, but I didn't expect things to happen so quickly..."

Bai Ye was somewhat gloating.

An outsider like Bryce might think that laundry detergent can be sold casually, but insiders know that it cannot be sold casually, especially in large quantities, because it is a network of interconnected threads.

Just like a spider's web, if you touch any thread, the spider should know that its prey has arrived.

If it's not prey, then it's another competitor who crossed the line, and that's a vengeful feud to the death.

Did that guy really think that he could make money by simply finding laundry detergent and reselling it?

Ha ha!

Forget about selling to big players on a large scale; even if you try to sell small quantities on the street, you'll be discovered very quickly and treated as a competitor who's overstepping their bounds, making your life miserable.

That's why Bai Ye didn't do anything when Bryce tried to scare him, because Bai Ye knew that someone would come to help him soon and teach that idiot Bryce a lesson.

as predicted.

Now it's all over!

"Want to go watch the fun?"

Bai Ye thought for a moment:

"Forget it, what's so interesting about that little punk?"

Kelly, however, was completely exhausted in front of Bai Ye. She had been standing for too long, so her legs went weak, and she sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

"Bai Ye, I really can't go on anymore, I'm too tired. Go find Blake!"