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"Who are you?" Huo Yichen said solemnly.

"Mr. Huo, you treat me as an idiot. Tell you who I am and wait for the police to arrest me?"

Huo Yichen took a deep breath: "Then what is your purpose?"

"Brothers are short of money, and they are very tight on hand. Prepare 10 million, cash, no serial numbers. Of course, Mr. Huo is not short of women. If he is not willing to pay, he will sell her to the red light district. Such good goods are. A living money tree, haha."

"Give you money, she will lose a hair, and I will make you regret coming to this world!" Huo Yichen's murderous aura passed over the phone.

"Yeah, Mr. Huo is still a love type. Okay, then I will give you time to prepare the money, and the transaction address will be determined. By the way, I will send you a small video, so as not to say that we are empty gloves white wolf."

The phone immediately hung up, and Huo Yichen received a short video on his cell phone.

In the video, Gu Yanxi was lying motionless on the dirty and torn bed with handcuffs in both hands. There is black tape on my mouth, and tape on my feet,

"Damn!" Huo Yichen cursed, then called Xiao Li and asked him to deposit money into his account immediately.

Huo Yichen went to the bank to withdraw money, but was told that he was of foreign nationality. The bank here stipulates that the maximum amount a bank can withdraw per day is only 3 million. Therefore, he had to move around four medium-sized branches of the same bank. After almost traveling to a city, he took out all the money and packed a very large box. One meter high, sixty centimeters wide, and thirty centimeters thick.

At this time the sky was completely dark. Huo Yichen took ten million and walked on the streets of a foreign country, waiting for the other party to call.

This is not in the country, this is not my own territory, this is the beauty 10,000 kilometers away, and all the situations are beyond Huo Yichen's control. He can only be led by the nose.

For the first time, Huo Yichen felt scared.

In the winter, there are homeless people walking by from time to time on the streets of the United States. Those homeless people see a yellow man walking on the street with a heavy box, and they are all eager to make crooked ideas. In this country where guns are not restricted, each of them may come up with a gun. But Huo Yichen was not in the mood to pay attention to them, and just walked silently. Those people did not dare to step forward in the end.

It's snowing, and snow and goose feathers flutter down, and soon the world is white.

In the ice and snow, Huo Yichen is like a snowman. He was thinking, who came here to kidnap Gu Yanxi, is it Gu Zian? Is it the person Gu Yanxi offended, or the person who offended him? No clue. He didn't know what kind of madness Qin Feng had gone, saying that he broke off friendship with himself. Otherwise, his network might help him,

The phone that I had been holding tightly rang suddenly, and it was another strange number.

"Is the money in place?" Still the rough voice.

"A lot of points."

"Under the Trump Bridge is the abandoned warehouse No. 37. If you dare to call the police, you are here to collect the dead body."

When the phone was hung up, Huo Yihan's pupils shrank, glanced around and took a taxi to the destination immediately.

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Under the Shunpu Bridge, Huo Yichen got off the car with a box, and walked on the snow that had passed his feet to look for Warehouse No. 37. The reel of the box pressed two long tracks on the snow.

This old warehouse is a dismantling and reconstruction area, which has been abandoned for a long time. There were no cars or people around, only a few stray dogs were startled by unknown visitors, running and barking in the snow.

Huo Yichen looked at the direction the dog was panicking and continued to walk forward. In Warehouse No. 37, the dilapidated rolling shutter doors are pulled tightly.

Raising his hand to knock on the door, the back of his head was then pointed at by a black hole in the muzzle, and then another person touched Huo Yichen's body. After confirming that he had no weapons, the person patted the rusty rolling door and said " "Rumble," a sound like thunder.

With a loud bang, the shutter door went up. Huo Yichen was pushed into the warehouse by someone.

The lights were on in the warehouse, and an honest iron stove was lit to keep warm. Gu Yanxi was sitting curled up on the dirty bed in the corner and opened his eyes when he heard the movement. The moment he saw Huo Yichen, his pupils suddenly expanded, surprised how this person came here!

On the edge of the broken bed stood a man in a clown mask with a large black cloak. He wears black leather gloves and holds a polished dagger in his hand. The dagger hit Gu Yanxi's neck.

The people behind Huo Yichen who held the gun against his head, and the people who dragged the box in to check the money also wore the mask of a clown.

"I've given you the money, man, can I take it away?" Huo Yichen said coldly to the kidnapper in the black cloak.

Obviously, he is the leader of these kidnappers.

The kidnapper's hand touched Gu Yanxi's bloodless face. The black leather gloves had no temperature, and the cold touch made the hair on Gu Yanxi's face stand up. With adhesive tape stuck to his mouth, he could only make a whining sound. She was so terrified that she trembled uncontrollably. If his father doesn't wake up, then she is not afraid of anything, even if he is dead, she feels just relief. But now her father just woke up, so she didn't want to die. If something happens to her, then his father will not be able to stand the stimulation.

But Gu Yanxi would never have thought that when the kidnapper told her that he would see the person he wanted to see, Huo Yichen would come.

How could Huo Yichen be here, how could he appear here, wouldn't he just consider himself a toy? If you have enough toys, if you lose them, why bother to redeem them.

"Mr. Huo, I don't think you are still a love type." The kidnapper boss's voice was abnormally hoarse and unpleasant, and it sounded like the voice of an old man in his seventies or eighties.

Huo Yichen's gaze swept across Gu Yanxi's horror and fell on the clown's mask. His eyes were almost cold: "Since you know who I am, you should understand me. I am not a lover, and I am also a woman. There is no patience."

The kidnapper tilted his head: "Then why do you come here alone to save the United States?"

"Gu Yanxi is my subordinate and my employee. I am a short-term person, and people who don't like me being bullied by outsiders. Ten million, it is worth buying a competent assistant." Huo Yichen is still cold and cold, watching Don't care about Gu Yanxi.

The kidnapper was wearing a mask, and could not see the expression or anger, but suddenly "Jie Jie" laughed strangely, and the laughter was unusually bad. Then the dagger slashed across Gu Yanxi's face.

Huo Yichen's indifferent and coldness disappeared. Instead, the eye canthus was cracked and the steel teeth snapped: "Stop!"

Gu Yanxi hid subconsciously, only feeling a cold from the ears to the neck. I didn't feel any pain, I saw blood dripping from the tip of the dagger.

Huo Yichen's complexion changed suddenly, and the dark-red pupil was about to step forward, but another clown who had finished counting the money held a gun against his face: "Don't move, move, and kill you!"