There were still a large number of stranded guests in the corridor outside the room. These people were panicked and did not dare to run around, nervous and had no idea, so they could only squeeze together like a warmth to ask for comfort. Zhou Qingfeng walked through the crowd with a big bag, but no one paid attention to him.

"Aren't you worried that female reporters and female celebrities will reveal your secrets? I thought you would kill them." Valina asked after Zhou Qingfeng.

"What is leaking?" Zhou Qingfeng kept walking forward, "Leaking the story you made up? I'm not that cruel and always ruthless to women."

"They always provide some information to investigators."

"Believe me, such a big event, all kinds of true and false news will fly all over the sky. What the investigators are worried about is not that there is too little information, but that there is too much contradictory information and do not know which one is true?"

"But your Lin Sen's identity is likely to be exposed."

"It's exposed when it's exposed, I don't care at all. Because I'm not an actor at all."

Valina was a little surprised and accepted Zhou Qingfeng's remarks with skepticism.

Walking out of the area where guests live, the entire manor is still messy. A large number of people run around like headless flies, and countless rescue vehicles are driving in from outside, but lack effective command. Some police even came to investigate the imagined "homicide case" and were frightened away when they saw corpses all over the ground.

The Middle Eastern countries like the UAE are not as orderly as imagined. Government agencies have been peaceful for too long, and they show extremely low efficiency when they encounter big troubles. In particular, Zhou Qingfeng also launched a single-soldier electronic warfare system, resulting in the ten kilometers around the manor becoming an information island.

The long-term information closure brought great panic. In the dark, a large number of people fled abroad in the manor. When Zhou Qingfeng found Yuan Mei and others, the three women were obediently staying in the room. They walked out and found out that there was a gunfight in the manor, and they were also scared for a while.

No one stopped him or found out. Zhou Qingfeng and a group of people were sent to get several cars and left the manor. Yuan Mei and others did not return to the hotel and took a plane back home. He himself stayed with Valina.

Time passed until dawn, and the manor where something happened was calm.

Under the protection of thousands of military and police personnel, the Crown Prince of Hamandan, with an extremely ugly face, returned to his private manor. The luxurious residence, which was still glamorous last night, was beyond recognition and devastated just one night.

The lawn of the manor was crushed to pieces by a large number of emergency vehicles, like a torn rag. The iron railing used as the fence had dozens of holes, which were broken by various vehicles that had escaped here.

This is the case on the outside, but it is even more messy inside.

His Royal Highness walked into the manor and saw that his home seemed to be swept by a hurricane, with broken buildings and broken furniture everywhere. All kinds of decorative luxury goods were thrown away everywhere. Some bold servants thought that a war had really happened last night, and actually ransacked the manor.

The body had been removed, but the blood on the ground had not been cleaned up. Looking at the various marks of black red hair, His Royal Highness couldn't control himself and was frightened. No matter how powerful he was, he was as rich as a country, he was just a mortal, and could kill him with a bullet.

"What the hell is going on?" His Royal Highness's bodyguards were not left, and the others either died or ran away.

Many mercenaries and servants who have experienced the battle never come back after escaping, because now the fools think that the Crown Prince is too dangerous and causing such huge casualties and damage, which will definitely cause death.

Because there were not enough witnesses on the scene, no one could tell the specific story of the incident last night. At present, the UAE military and police officers who were following the crown prince were of limited quality. They also looked at the messy manor as if they were foolish, wondering who was creating such a big battle?

At this time, only the Americans can provide help. The UAE and the United States have intelligence cooperation, but Cia sent people to investigate the scene and took the initiative to answer questions and answer questions to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"We compared the avatars and confirmed that the woman caught last night was named Valena. She is the commander of the special forces of the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs and has participated in many external operations with extremely bad influence."

Cia's agents showed some documents to the Crown Prince of Hamandan, the first of which was information about Valena.

Hearing that it was related to the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs, His Royal Highness was anxious. He grabbed the documents and looked through them quickly. Although he didn't understand them very much, he could feel that great trouble was covering him. He asked inexplicably: "Why do the Russians kill me?"

"As an ally, we have initiated an inquiry with the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs on your behalf. They said that Valena was once a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but she is now out of control and has been removed from the list," said Agent Cia.

"This is a lie!" Crown Prince Hamandan shouted irritably. He was shocked and frightened, and his spine was chilling.

But something even more terrible is still to come.

Cia's agent gave another document, "It's not too bad for Valena's words. We think the statements of the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs have some credibility. But the appearance of this person must be highly vigilant."

The new information is very thin. The first page is a portrait drawn through the oral description of the medical staff of the manor's medical department. The painting is a tall man wearing a skull helmet and accompanied by a strange exoskeleton. This guy looks extremely scary!

"Who is this person?" Crown Prince Hamandan stared at the portrait for a while, and suddenly exclaimed: "Isn't this an invisible warrior that appeared on the Syrian battlefield not long ago? He once exposed this iconic skull helmet."

The Invisible Warrior is popular all over the world, and so many people know about him.

"This guy is not only on the Syrian battlefield, he has appeared too many places. In the past two or three years, he will be indispensable whenever there are major events in the world." Cia's agent paused and sighed after saying that, lowered his tone and said, "We have always wanted to catch him, but we can't."

"Even you can't catch him?" In the eyes of His Royal Highness, Cia is the most powerful organization in the world, and she can do almost everything.

Hahahaha... Agent Cia felt a lot of pain in his heart. If we can catch this kid, do we list him as the most dangerous person in the world? The damage caused by this guy has made America heartbroken, but he has been unable to do anything about him.

"This guy wearing a skeleton mask should be here to rescue Valena, so we really want to know why Valena was arrested in your manor?" Cia's agent asked a key question, "Please tell us the truth, otherwise no one can help you."

The Crown Prince of Hamandan hesitated for a second or two, and finally felt that life was more important than face. He whispered: "My subordinates bought a batch of female slaves in Syria, the younger ones. This has been very smooth in the past, but this time it attracted the stinky bitch Valena."

Very young female slave?

Cia's agent could already imagine the disgust and dirty things in it, but he still asked with a cold face: "I need information about this group of female slaves."

The information was quickly submitted by the Crown Prince's servants. Those girls in their teens or even a few years old often didn't even have names, only a simple photo. The photos were sent back to the US military base in Turkey. Fidel, a senior intelligence officer in charge of Middle East affairs, immediately exclaimed.
Chapter completed!