The day after Arnold left, a black car stopped outside the house Arnold rented. Four men got out of the car. They looked around, two of them went around to the back, and two of them walked to Arnold's house.

Knock on the door.

But no one opened the door.

The two men at the door exchanged a few words, one of them took out a bag of small tools, hammered on the door handle a few times, and the door opened.

The two walked in and checked every room carefully. There was no one in the house, which made them a little disappointed. They began to search the room, but did not find what they wanted.

But they don't know,

In another place, a camera was pointed at this side, capturing these people's behavior clearly.

About an hour later, the men drove away.

Dewey office.

The assistant came in to report.

Holding a thin document in his hand.

"That guy was very cunning. The people we sent over came up empty-handed. There was no one in the house, and there was no information about it. The house was rented, and it had only been rented for a few days, or only for a month."

“This is the reporter’s information.”

Then he handed the thing in his hand to Dewey.

Dewey took it and looked at it. Arnold, a reporter for the Global Times and a former soldier, had a photo on it. The man in the photo was very tall and had a square face. He looked resolute.

Global Times reporter.

The Hardy Group.

Damn,

Is that Jon Hardy a nuisance to me? Nothing good will happen if I get close to him.

......

Two nights later.

A street in downtown New York City.

A tall, stocky man walked into the public telephone booth.

He took out some coins, put them in, and dialed a number.

Dewey was reading a speech in his bedroom when the phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

"Mr. Governor."

Dewey paused for a moment while holding the phone. "It's you."

"Haha, yes, it's me. The thing I was most worried about has happened. You sent people to find my house and searched everything. Let me guess what you are going to do. You want to kill me, right?" Arnold said coldly.

"That's absolutely not the case. I just wanted to talk to you."

Dewey said quickly.

"Haha, I'm not a child. Do you think I would believe such words? Are you forcing me to expose the matter?" Arnold said.

"No, no, I've asked someone to prepare the money. We can trade anytime," Dewey said immediately.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Arnold's voice came again.

"The price has gone up now, 1 million. I need cash. Wait for me to call you again and I will tell you where to trade."

After saying that, he hung up the phone with a click.

Dewey hung up the phone, his face turned livid. He had never been threatened like this in his life. He had dealt with so many gangsters, and they were all begging him. He never thought that one day he would be forced to this extent.

He picked up the speech and prepared to continue reading.

But now I can’t even see it.

He threw it to the ground with great force.

"Fuck."

"Damn Global Times, damn reporters, damn political donations, damn bald heads." Dewey cursed in his room.

Another two days.

Dewey had never felt time pass so hard.

Because he had to wait for the other party's call, the originally scheduled tour had to be postponed. He had to deal with this matter cleanly before he could continue working.

"Ring, ring, ring~~!"

Dewey's office phone rang.

Dewey picked up the phone.

"Governor Dewey, it's me, Arnold. Please send the money to Los Angeles within two days, and I will tell you how to trade and where to trade." Arnold said.

"Los Angeles?!"

Dewey was stunned.

"Why Los Angeles and not New York?" Dewey said.

"Haha, do you think I'm stupid? New York is your sphere of influence. You could have sent someone to find me last time, and someone might have killed me during the transaction. I'm in Los Angeles now, so you can have someone bring cash over." Arnold said sarcastically.

Dewey looked unhappy.

"Who knows whether you will hand over the information or keep the secret after you get the money? You must make a guarantee." Dewey said in a deep voice.

“Hahahahahaha~~~”

Arnold laughed wildly from the other end of the phone. His laughter was very reckless. "You can only choose to believe what I say. There is no other way. I will not make any guarantees because those are all bullshit."

"You only have two choices now, either spend the money and get it over with, or wait to be exposed. Send it to Los Angeles within two days, and I will trade it at any time."

Arnold hung up the phone without giving Dewey a chance to speak.

The muscles on Dewey's face twitched wildly and his signature mustache kept jumping.

"Blah~!"

Dewey swept all the documents on the table, making a mess on the floor. The secretary ran in, saw the furious Dewey, and quickly squatted down to clean up.

The transaction continues.

Dewey didn't dare to take any risks, so he asked someone to bring a million dollars in cash, but he didn't send just one person, but five.

After arriving in Los Angeles, the five men separated. One of them took the money and stayed in a hotel, while the other four went out to prepare vehicles, weapons and other items.

Then just wait.

After two more difficult days, at 11 a.m., Dewey's office received another call, "Mr. Dewey, the deal is now open. Have someone take the money to the streets of Hollywood immediately, with a bunch of red flowers in hand. I will go over to get the money."

Dewey immediately called Los Angeles and asked them to send the money over.

Hollywood Avenue, which later became the Avenue of Stars, was crowded with tourists and vehicles every day. A man was standing on the street carrying a heavy box in one hand and a bouquet of red flowers in the other.

A little.

Two points.

Three o'clock.

There were many cars and tourists on the street. Dewey's men had been standing there for more than two hours, but still no one showed up.

Creak.

A car stopped in front of the man.

Arnold finally showed up and said to the man, "Did you bring the money?"

The man opened the suitcase to reveal the money inside, then quickly closed it. "Where is the information?" the man asked in a deep voice.

Arnold took out a thick file bag and said, "The stuff is in here. Don't try to play tricks on me. Put the money in my back seat and these things are yours."

The man thought for a moment and threw the suitcase into the back seat. Arnold handed the documents to him and sped away.

As soon as Arnold's car left, two cars immediately chased after it. Arnold was very alert. He took out his portable camera and filmed the outside, then pointed it at himself and said with a little nervousness:

"It looks like someone is catching up with us. It doesn't look like they are going to keep their promise."

After saying that, he put the camera on the operating table and then sped away. The car engine roared. Seeing Arnold speeding up, the two cars behind him also accelerated, and a chase began on Hollywood Street in Los Angeles.

“Squeak~~!”

Arnold swerved the steering wheel and drove the car into another road, but within a few seconds, the two cars behind him caught up with him.

Boom boom boom~!

One of the cars suddenly accelerated and rammed into Arnold's car.

“Bang~!”

The car behind hit the back of Arnold's car, causing it to shake violently and almost hit the building next to it. He held the steering wheel hard and the car recovered.

“Bang bang bang~!”

The two cars behind started to ram wildly from that moment on, trying to knock Arnold to a stop. However, Arnold had good driving skills and he managed to dodge the ramming attacks narrowly every time.

As the three cars kept colliding, people on the surrounding streets were frightened and screamed and dodged, causing some chaos.

A car accelerated and rushed up, almost level with Arnold's car. The person in the passenger seat suddenly pulled out a gun and shot Arnold several times.

“Bang bang bang bang~!”

Boom~!

Arnold's car window was shattered, and he quickly ducked and turned the steering wheel to hit the car that had shot at him. The bullet hit the front wheel of the car, and the car suddenly rushed to the side.

"Blah~!"

The car rushed into a roadside cafe area and knocked over several tables. Fortunately, there was no one here because of the hot weather, otherwise there would definitely be casualties.

even so,

It still scared the people in the cafe and made them scream.

After rushing through the coffee area, the car continued to chase Arnold.

Another car also caught up with Arnold. Arnold took the initiative to attack and suddenly turned his head towards the other car, knocking it away. This car was not so lucky. It hit the curb, turned sideways, and slid into the window of the grocery store next to it.

Countless items were knocked over, making the place a complete mess.

However, because of the collision, Arnold's car also shook, and the car that rushed out of the coffee area behind rushed up and fired at Arnold's car.

"Bang, bang, bang~~"

“Ah~!”

Arnold screamed, and it was obvious that he had been shot.

Arnold gritted his teeth, swerved the steering wheel, and rammed the car that shot at him. The two cars collided and then crashed into a building nearby.

“Bang~!”

Both vehicles dropped anchor together.

Arnold was unable to move at this moment, and the two people in the opposite car were not in a good situation either, as they were also hit hard.

Arnold was squeezed in the car. He struggled to pick up the camera that had fallen on the passenger seat. The machine was still on. Arnold pointed the camera at himself. At this moment, his body was already stained with blood. Arnold said to the camera with difficulty:

"I'm injured. They're chasing me. I'm afraid I'm going to die this time. I don't regret it. Fighting against this evil force is my ideal. I just hope my film won't fall into their hands. I hope this matter will be solved."

At this moment, the two people in the opposite car woke up and looked up at Arnold. Arnold thought to himself, are they really going to die this time?

Damn,

The boss said there was danger, but I didn't expect it to be such a big danger.

But at this moment.

Wuuuuuuu~~!

A burst of sirens came rushing over from far away.

“Bang~!”

The armored police car rammed Dewey's car without giving any explanation. The two guys who were about to get out of the car were instantly squeezed inside and couldn't move.

A group of patrol officers wearing HD security vests got out of the car, quickly surrounded the car, and then pulled the two people out of the car and handcuffed them.

Arnold finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene.

Now you can faint.

Then his head tilted and he passed out.