After talking to Plov for a while, Yi Chen apologized and said, "Mr. Plov, I'm afraid I'm going to go back to London first. Something happened at home."

At this time, a Plov's assistant also came over and handed it to Plov a deciphered telegram. Plov took the telegram, glanced quickly, frowned slightly, and whispered: "But when you go back now, I'm afraid you won't get out afterwards? The British are not vegetarians."

Yi Chen pondered for a while and said, "I don't think it's too much. Chekov and his group are making trouble now and can't help. I think the people under Mr. Plov are enough to deal with the British banking system, right? I think that when I go back at this moment, it's a better cover for us. Mr. Fatedio has had many contacts with me in London, so the British will not know. This time, when the UK was sniped, we all left the UK. If it's a reason to watch the Olympics, but now."

Plov nodded slightly: "Yes, I overlooked a problem. Now the Olympics are over. I think if we are still staying in China, even if the British have no evidence, they will doubt us. Well, Mr. Yi will return to London immediately and focus on dealing with Mr. Chekov's affairs. It would be better to drag certain departments in the UK tightly so that they can't cause trouble for other operators. Is it OK?"

Yi Chen smiled and said, "Making trouble behind the scenes is my specialty. You don't have to bother. I will arrange everything. Anyway, I won't let the British suspect that I am related to this financial turmoil."

Plov ordered: "Fatadio, book tickets for Mr. Yi and the others, and the fastest flight to London."

Yi Chen and his team got on the plane eleven hours later. It was very simple. The city they were conducting economic and trade inspections had no airport. When they arrived at the nearby big city, a plane to London had already taken off and had to wait for the next flight.

Fatadio, who sent them on the plane, said helplessly: "China is not Mongolia, those bastards from Mongolia. As long as you wave your hand on the runway, you will see the pilots, and the plane will come down again to get you on the plane. What a group of cute bastards."

Yi Chen rolled his eyes. Is there anything like this?

In the waiting hall, Yi Chen asked Fatadio with interest: "Dear, is Mr. Plov's name really interesting. Alexander Plov, is his full name?"

Fatadio shrugged: "There is another surname behind, Stevsky. The boss likes to call him Yale in front of close people. When talking about important matters, he usually calls him Mr. Plov. Aha, when he is attacked by political enemies in China, he usually calls him Stevsky. That's it. The names of us Russians are suitable for every occasion."

Yi Chen Wuqing laughed at the roughness of the Russians in his heart: "Can't you use the change of tone to express your likes and dislikes of a person? You have to rely on your name. You are really a barbaric clan." I took a loophole in the past two days and did not have any good descriptions of the Russians.

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When Yi Chen and his friends rushed back to London, it was already time for government officials to get off work. They ordered Gore to bring his subordinates to greet him to take their luggage back first, and at the same time, they told them to be careful and careless, because there were several handicrafts sent by passing cities and local governments, all of which were valuable goods and could not be broken.

Then, Yi Chen ordered Phil to drive straight to Scotland Yard.

He hugged Feili gently, and Yi Chen asked her with some concern: "How is it, you don't feel uncomfortable in your body, right? I've been bored on the plane for so long, why don't you go back and take a rest first?" Feili smiled, wrapped her arms around him, squinted her eyes and shook her head.

Yi Chen took out his cell phone and called Wiggins: "Hey, Mr. Wiggins, I'm back to London. Ahha, don't ask me nonsense about where I went and what I did, do me a favor, I know that the boss of Scotland Yard is a regular visitor to your horse farm... Don't ask me where I knew it, call him and say that I might have something to ask him for help... Price? OK, the price is not a problem, how big can he have? OK, that's it, I remember your favor. Thank you, dear Mr. Wiggins."

Yi Chen threw his phone randomly on the sofa opposite him, and Jester hurriedly asked him: "Boss, are you in trouble?"

Yi Chen said a little annoyed: "Jester, who did Chekov and the others get into trouble? Wiggins and the others didn't hear the news, and even asked me what was going on to find that guy... Strange, who captured Chekov?"

Jester waved his hand and released a dragon-slaying dagger, danced more than a dozen black lights and shadows, and said viciously: "Even if it was captured by the army, I have the confidence to catch them out." After getting two proud magic weapons from the founder of the Tianxing Sect, Jester's confidence increased greatly. He secretly tried the power of these two daggers. He secretly sent his firepower in, and was almost shocked to death by the recoil force...

Yi Chen said viciously: "No matter which department arrested Chekov, he would better let me be honestly released, otherwise don't blame me for secretly getting some cases for him. Jester, you use the phone to find Kane... No, forget it, let's go back and find him... Weird, why didn't Kane pick us up?"

Philey opened one eye and said with a smile: "Kane must be handling some people and is ready to go out to rob the prisoner."

Yi Chen raised his eyebrows: "It's good or not, it's good. If you're ready, you won't be too busy if you want to go out."

Phil turned around and said, "Boss, here."

Yi Chen smiled: "The Officer Carl who came to us last time was responsible for special operations, so let's find him."

The police officer in the hall called Yi Chen: "Sir, who are you looking for?"

Jester leaned closer to him and said condescendingly with the advantage of being one head higher: "Let's look for Officer Carl." Jester muttered in his heart: "Fuck, Carl? It really looks like the name of a dog." From this point of view, Jester and Yi Chen deeply felt the same.

The policeman looked at the strangely decorated clothes, with short red hair, frowned, and hugged the official text in his hand in his arms, and asked him slowly: "What's the matter with you when you look for Officer Carl? He is a busy man, and he may not meet you."

Yi Chen walked over slowly, his eyes flashing with cold and cold light were staring at the police officer: "I'll look for Officer Carl, Officer Carl, who is in charge of the special investigation. Tell me where his office is, or if I beat you, he should come out." Yi Chen's hand tightly grabbed the lamp post on the police officer's desk. With the harsh "squeak" sound, the thick brass post was bent by Yi Chen.

At the entrance of the stairs at the end of the hall, Carl's voice sounded: "China Yi? Mr. Yi, why bother them? Are you looking for me? Please come up."

Yi Chen let go of the lamp post, glanced at the little policeman fiercely, and walked straight towards the stairs where Carl was. Jester and Philee didn't even look at the policeman, and followed Yi Chen.

Phil was quite moral, and left behind two hundred pounds and said, "It should be enough to compensate the lamppost and the fine? Is it? Sir, if you have no objection, I will go up." The strange eyes glanced at the policeman's neck with malicious intentions and followed him strode.

The frightened policeman gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice: "Damn, where did these bastards come from? I'll have a chance..."

Two detectives next to him who had just returned from attendance and registered on the duty schedule whispered: "Boy, you don't have a chance. He is the boss of the London gangster. Are you playing with him? Be careful of getting a black gun at night... We don't want to offend such people. We are only responsible for ordinary small cases. They are not something we can offend. In the future, the eyes will be highlighted... God, how much strength do you need to have in your hands to bend this thing?"

Carl led the way, led Yi Chen and the others into their small office, opened the blinds, let the air circulate, then quickly moved the two thick stacks of documents from the two seats, wiped the dust on them with his hands, and said a little embarrassedly: "Ah, I'm sorry, I rarely pay attention to the cleaning and hygiene of the office on weekdays, so please sit, please sit."

Carl shouted outside the door: "Scott, give me five cups of coffee, hurry up."

Yi Chen signaled Feili to sit down. Feili looked at the seat that was still dusty, curled her mouth, and leaned on Yi Chen. Jester swung the seat a few times, looked at the office with great interest, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Ah, unlike me, I thought the Sheriff's office must be magnificent and exquisitely decorated."

Carl stretched out the corners of his mouth exaggeratedly, shrugged his shoulders and sat in his seat, looking at his messy office and the mountains of documents and files piled up on his desk, and scratched his head and said, "Dear, funding, everything is a matter of funding. We are not the Military Intelligence Bureau, so where can we have so much money to decorate the office? Anyway, we are the ones who are tired every day, and we are the ones who are in trouble in the end."

Yi Chen looked at the dim office and nodded and said, "Maybe, I can sponsor some money to decorate the place. The cost is not very high, right?"

Carl's expression became serious: "Mr. Yi, I think you are not a person who often donates kindly. Moreover, from the profession you are engaged in, donating money to the police station is not your personality, right? Well?"

Yi Chen said frankly: "Of course, I came here for something, Mr. Carl... We have met before, and it can be considered an acquaintance. Now I need an acquaintance from Scotland Yard to help, haha, you won't refuse, right?" Yi Chen took out a white handkerchief and gently wiped his hand. On one corner of the handkerchief, a very exquisite golden ball dragon pattern was embroidered. This is a city called Suzhou in southern China. Their local government specially gave it to the souvenir after learning that Yi Chen was a Chinese.

Carl thought for a moment and smiled: "Mr. Yi, you are too polite. Do you know few people? I am just a small police officer from the Special Investigation Office. There are many big names you know."

Yi Chen said bluntly: "I don't want to waste time. I saw photos of you and your family on your desk. To be honest, you have a cute and handsome son. I don't want to waste time when you go home and have dinner with your family... Tell me, where is Chekov detained? Where is the Chekov who was arrested for attacking the official website of the British government?"

Carl widened his eyes: "Oh my God, is the person who put thousands of G porn videos and pictures on the servers of those departments? Is Chekov? Your subordinate? God... I don't know where he is being held."

Yi Chen thought Carl was trying something, so he glared and leaned forward slightly. A murderous aura quickly enveloped Carl. Carl felt that his pores exploded and he became a little difficult to breathe.

Yi Chen said word by word: "Mr. Carl, you understand what kind of person I am... Tell me about Chekov and allow me to bail him. I can consider donating £5 million to Scotland Yard for the renovation of the office building. Of course, I also have a small heart for you."

Kargan laughed and said hard: "You are bribing a police officer from the special investigation department in the office of the police station, sir... But... Oh my God, I swear in the name of God that no one in the whole of Scotland Yard knows about Mr. Chekov. I promise, I did not hear any rumors, and it was not ours who arrested him." Yi Chen's sudden increase in murderous aura made Carl unsurprising that Yi Chen could kill him at any time.

Yi Chen restrained his murderous aura and said lightly: "Oh, so sorry, may I ask, your immediate boss, Mr. Weilun, where is his office? I have an old friend who asked me to bring him a few words."

Carl shook his head and said, "Old guy Viron? His office is in the innermost office on the top floor, but believe me, he doesn't know anything, because everything he knows is what we report to him, unless he gets something from the extra channels... the extra channels?" Carl looked at Yi Chen and said, "I think, I know where Mr. Chekov is now... the person who arrested him was from the Military Intelligence Bureau, not from our Scotland Yard."

Yi Chen was also stunned for a long time: "Military Intelligence Bureau?"

Carl looked at Yi Chen helplessly and said, "I'm afraid Mr. Chekov is going to be ready to go to prison. Here, we may be able to open a website for some friends who are of cooperative value and allow bail. However, in the Military Intelligence Bureau, people who have entered have never heard of any of them."

Yi Chen nodded and said to Carl: "Thank you, Mr. Carl, I will definitely repay you today when I will give you my opinion in the future. But I still have to try it." Yi Chen waved his hand and led Philee and the other two out, just in the same way as Scott holding five cups of coffee.

Carl looked at Scott and pouted: "Dear Mr. Scott, give me a cup of coffee, and then, you can consider killing the remaining four cups by one, you're too slow."

Jester asked Yi Chen in a low voice: "Boss, let's have a big fight, huh? What's so great about the Military Intelligence Bureau? It's just a group of ordinary people. Can they do anything to us?"

Chekov screamed, rolled his eyes immediately, and his body collapsed like a dead dog.

The four agents exclaimed, and the agent who was acting quickly threw away Chekov's hair and let Chekov fall to the floor. He quickly argued: "I, I didn't use force, just an ordinary punch."

The old man next door exclaimed: "What's going on?"

David changed his face and roared: "Those idiots, these Russians smoke marijuana, sexually promiscuous, and their bodies are almost broken. Fuck, they actually hit them hard? Haven't they changed the interrogation mode? Use money, women, death threats, and these more gentle ways, a group of idiots."

The old man looked at David with praise and said, "David, you still have experience. When I retire, I will recommend you to be promoted."

David smiled, but no one saw it. Chekov, who was lying on the ground, also smiled strangely.

After so long, the people from the Military Intelligence Bureau have no way to deal with Chekov and the others. Facing a group of slug-like scoundrels, what else can you do? Do you use torture? Chekov and the others seem to fall down just by the wind, and they may die if they apply a little force. Do you use special medicines? If they are allergic, they might get sick... It's a headache.

David said to himself, as if he was talking to his immediate boss and colleagues: "It seems that only by forging evidence for them. Their high-end goods can explain some problems. In addition, we will do some tricks in it, and then close the trial and do some tricks in the video, and then we can deal with the parliament."

The old man nodded repeatedly and said, "David, now you are in full responsibility. I'm going home to rest. That damn old woman stewed the soup, my favorite potato and beef soup, Oh, God, it's time to get off work. David, you're responsible for everything, do you understand?"
Chapter completed!