"After Qiao Feiyun graduated from university, he began to take the initiative to get in touch with some dark industries, specializing in providing special services for the descendants of big families and big figures. Most of these people are somewhat psychopathic, antisocial, and violent. , sexual eccentricities, and even some people are addicted to killing, but no matter how perverted these people's needs are, Qiao Feiyun can find a way to cater to and satisfy their needs..."
"Because of this, Qiao Feiyun's contacts in the top circle are getting stronger and stronger. Many people need to rely on the services he provides to satisfy their perverted desires, and many people also have various shady tricks in his hands. That's why he was able to bind those people very firmly..."
Speaking of this, Zhao Yinsheng said again: "Since Qiao Feiyun has perfected this supply chain, the Qiao family's business in other fields has also been booming and rising step by step. No matter what he wants to do, he can find contacts and resources, and Someone gave him the green light, so the Qiao family has developed very fast in the past few years!"
Ye Chen frowned, and asked in a cold voice, "Where does this Qiao Feiyun usually work? Where are his gray supply chains mainly concentrated?"
Zhao Yinsheng hurriedly said: "Mr. Ye, the normal business of Qiao's family is generally concentrated in Seattle and the entire west coast, but his gray supply chain is mostly around New York on the east coast, because New York has the most rich people, and his main Customers are concentrated there."
After speaking, Zhao Yinsheng continued: "However, if you want to ask me where Qiao Feiyun is, I really don't know... because I am under Qiao Feiyun, and I am mainly responsible for picking up people on the west coast, heading north to Vancouver, Canada , going south to San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Ensenada in Mexico, I am basically not qualified to intervene in other businesses."
Speaking of this, Zhao Yinsheng thought of something, and hurriedly said: "By the way, Mr. Ye, Qiao Feiyun bought an island in the Atlantic Ocean last year, and then brought in a lot of investment. He is building a large-scale construction project. It is said that he is going to build an island far away from the American continent. A 'playground' that is subject to any restrictions and is absolutely safe, this 'playground' is his most fancy project right now, and it is estimated that he will often go there to inspect the supervisor!"
Ye Chen asked: "Where is this island exactly?"
Zhao Yinsheng quickly shook his head and said, "This...this is highly confidential...I don't know..."
Ye Chen knew that Zhao Yinsheng hadn't lied.
In order to survive, he has said everything he knows.
Therefore, Ye Chen fulfilled his promise and said to Zhao Yinsheng: "Congratulations, you are the only survivor on this yacht."
As he spoke, he looked at Wan Pojun and ordered, "Pojun, take him and those Italians to Syria."
Wan Pojun nodded, and said: "Mr. Ye, my subordinates should inform the cargo ship in the port to set sail now. It just so happens that our ship is also starting to head back. Find a place to meet in the middle and transfer these people on board. Then the freighter went straight to Syria without stopping.�
"Okay!" Ye Chen instructed: "During the voyage, you must tell the soldiers to guard against death, and you must not let anyone escape!"
Wan Pojun immediately said: "Don't worry, Mr. Ye, the soldiers of Wanlong Palace will definitely complete the mission 100%!"
Zhao Yinsheng asked nervously at this moment: "Ye...Mr. Ye...why did you take me to Syria?!"
Ye Chen said coldly: "In order to save your life, you have only two choices, either die here and wait to be salvaged like these corpses in the sea; Leave a way for you to survive, you can think about it yourself."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yinsheng shut his mouth tactfully.
Everyone else is dead, only he is still alive.
At this time, he is already the luckiest one.
What is there to hesitate about?
Thinking of this, he immediately said to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye...I...I would like to go to West Syria..."
Ye Chen nodded, and said to Wan Pojun, "Someone take him down, let's go back."
The freighter turned in the sea and headed in the direction it came from.
On the deck, facing the sea breeze, Ye Chen's heart was as restless as the waves under his feet.
Today's matter, he can actually have two choices. One is to stop here. With the disturbance tonight, even if it is the Qiao family, I am afraid that he will never dare to come to Vancouver to do evil again. Everyone will definitely be in danger, and no one will dare to play tricks on Li Xiaofen in the future;
But in that case, Vancouver is safe, but the rest of Vancouver may not change anything.
In that case, such tragedies will continue to be staged in other places and on other young girls.
And his other choice is to dig down along the line of Qiao's house, until it reaches its roots, and then uproot it. JrNovels.com