"If you really want revenge, why don't you come to the police station and have a duel between men with me instead of humiliating me now by asking me to play such a boring game over the phone."

"John, please stop saying a few words."

Seeing that John McClane was about to quarrel with the other party, the director signaled him to stop and started to make peace, "Mr. Simon, thank you very much for your attention to John McClane, but you know, this bastard is worthless.

He offended too many people at the police station, and even his wife left him and wanted nothing to do with him. Next month, he will go to the door to look after the door.

Now he is useless and is only one step away from being an alcoholic. He is not worth your efforts.

Judging from your tone, you should be a smart person who can tell me what you need.

Money is still something valuable.

You know John McClane is just a bug, so you forget about it and live out the rest of your life in comfort.

"Thank you for your kindness. Unfortunately, I regard money as dirt. Even if you give me all the gold in the Reserve Bank, I will not give up John McClane.

Wait for my call at the 72nd Street and Broadway subway station in fifteen minutes.

John McClane and his friend must come over.

If you don't come, you will be punished.

As for the punishment, if you have the ability, you should find the suitcase I left behind and take a look at the contents, then you will know what the punishment I am talking about is.

"He hung up!" John McClain put down the phone, looked at the director, and shrugged, "Director, thank you for your evaluation of me. What should I do now? Wait here or do what the other person ordered."

"This guy has gone crazy. Now we have no choice but to do what he says." The director shook his head, took out John McClain's police badge from the drawer, slapped it on the table, and sighed, "Now

It's all up to you, John McClain."

"What the hell, Chief, you haven't finished what you said." John McClain shrugged and did not pick up the police badge.

"It's all up to you, Officer John McClain." The chief, who knew what John McClain meant, shook his head, threw the police badge to John McClain, and said:

"You have to leave now, otherwise you won't be able to get to the 72nd Street and Broadway subway station in fifteen minutes."

"Wait a minute, you mean, I want to go too?" Dis stood up and shook his head, indicating that he did not want to go there.

"You have to go, Simon asked." The director said.

"No one can ask for it. This is a matter between white people and white people. I am a black man. I must go home now. As for my losses, I will let the lawyer talk to you."

Dis shook his head, not caring about the director's attitude at all, and turned to leave.

"Des, since you don't want to cause trouble, why did you save me just now?" Seeing Diss about to leave, John McClain asked loudly from behind.

"Because you're a police officer, a white police officer, and if you get killed in a black community, then the next day 1,000 white police officers are going to come in and arrest you, okay?"

Dis turned around and said loudly.

"Wait!" Seeing Diss really leaving, John McClain hurriedly chased after him.

"Director, the yellow man's identity was found. He didn't lie. He is a Hong Kong policeman or a senior police officer. He came to the beautiful country for a vacation."

John McClain had just left when the police officer in charge of intelligence came in, pointed at Lei Weidong who was still napping on the chair, and said.

"The reason he came back to the police station was because of an accident. The taxi he drove was robbed by John McClain and the black people who had just left, so he had to come to the police station with him."

"Since there is no problem with his identity, let him leave. Tell him that New York is in danger and leave as soon as possible." Upon hearing that Lei Weidong was not in danger, the director waved his hand and signaled for Lei Weidong to leave.

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Chapter completed!