"NIKI, do you want a drink?"

Michael, dressed in casual clothes, walked out of the cabin and handed the other party a glass of whiskey with ice.

Damien Scott in the cabin is also observing the island opposite with a telescope.

Nikita stuffed the whiskey in the cup and then cursed, "Where did that bastard find the woman?"

They originally hired two women to board the boat to cooperate with them in acting, but Scott, the unreliable two people, got down before he even got to the place.

Michael could only shrug his shoulders to express his unclearity about this matter.

"They might have knocked the medicine before they came."

This speculation revealed a hint of disgust in Nikita's expression.

"Stop worrying about them, we can just do serious things."

Michael had sunglasses covering his face half of his face, and his eyes looked at the island in the distance from time to time.

When they were following Epperstein before, they had already touched a human trafficking network that ran through Asia, Europe, Central and North America, and went directly to the hinterland of the United States.

This private island belonging to Epperstein is a node at the end of the entire network.

Epperstein was a boy and girl selected from human traffickers and imprisoned on his own island for some powerful people to enjoy.

Nikita's current list is enough to allow American politics to experience an earthquake.

Nikita, wearing a bikini, gently shook the glass with ice in her hand, making a ding-dong sound.

She lay on the deck of the yacht and enjoyed the natural sunbathing, but what she said was completely inconsistent with this passionate scene.

"Maybe, we should take advantage of the dark to touch the island and slaughter all the beasts."

Michael felt a little headache, "NIKI, there are now five members of Congress on that island, seven executives of multinational corporations, and a former president of the United States."

He continued to face the other party's gaze, "Although I think these people really deserve to die, the consequence is that all the children in the hands of those human traffickers may evaporate."

"Of course, the most important thing is that we only have three people, and we are facing a group of security personnel armed to the teeth and secret service agents."

Nikita sighed. Of course she understood this truth, but sometimes she really hoped that there would be a missile-mounted drone that plowed the island in front of her from beginning to end.

"Yeah, I understand..."

Michael breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "Hey, NIKI, how long has it been since we had a vacation? Now there is sunshine and the sea. Maybe we can take this opportunity to take a break."

“The work can never be finished, right?”

Damien Scott was lying in the cabin and was observing the island opposite through a telescope. When he turned around, he saw two dogs and men and women who were tired of each other.

“Fuck…”

He cursed in a low voice, then looked at the two beauties who were lying on the sofa because of a hangover.

Well, if these two women weren't too unreliable, it would be myself who flirted with them at this time.

Damn it, they don't want to get any final payment this time.

...

On the other hand, the flight Xu Chuan was on has landed in Los Angeles, and Curtis has driven to wait at the airport.

"BOSS, your complexion is still so good."

As soon as we met, this guy used his strengths as a dog-leg No. 1 and began to flatter Xu Chuan.

Xu Chuan got into the car and then reacted, "Tsk, shouldn't you dig a hole for Swag in Philadelphia?"

Curtis made a pretty exaggerated expression, "BOSS, do you know that it's been snowing over there for a week?"

Xu Chuan spread his hands, "What's wrong? Will it affect you dig a hole?"

Curtis raised his hands to show surrender, and he did not intend to get involved with the other party on this issue.

"Bob and Fiens dug up forty-two bones around the house. If it weren't for heavy snow, they might have continued to dig."

Xu Chuan had no surprise expression at all, and waited for the other party to continue talking.

"We also looked at the history of the house, which has existed as an orphanage since the 1970s until the death of its owner, the grandmother of Francis, in 1983."

"The rest of the Dorahide family did not continue the orphanage, and finally, after allocating limited property, the disrepaired house was handed over to Frances."

Xu Chuan leaned in the back seat and listened carefully to Curtis' report. Well, it was very hypnotic.

"BOSS, do you know who is funding that orphanage?"

Curtis looked back from the rearview mirror and found that Xu Chuan was almost asleep.

His expression twitched twice, and he said nothing as he said just now.

Then he heard Xu Chuan say quietly, "Who is sponsoring? Then he said don't stop."

He was almost asleep as he heard the story, and this guy dared to pause.

Curtis was startled and then continued to say, "The Tuttle family, Edwin Tuttle is the governor of Louisiana now, and Billy Lee Tuttle is the pastor of the state church. The family proposed a plan to build schools, kindergartens, orphanages many years ago."

Xu Chuan opened his eyes and sighed, "Damn it, I'm so awesome, I'll grab the spiritual and material things."

Curtis had no idea how his boss's brain circuit developed, so he could only continue, "This orphanage in Philadelphia was part of this Siyuan plan, but there were some problems."

"Their church schools have been exposed to many cases of molestation and surname infringement, and projects in other states have been stopped many years ago."

Xu Chuan curled his lips, "Father's little boy, well, it's really a dog who can't change his shit."

Curtis shook his head, "BOSS is not that simple. Two years ago, a case broke out in Louisiana, involving cults and hundreds of victims. It is said that it has something to do with the Tuttle family, but it has been suppressed."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xu Chuan was not surprised at all, "This is normal. When you see a cockroach, it means that the room is full."

"We looked up some public information about that case and found that the sacrificial ceremony of the cult was very similar to the one we saw in New York."

Xu Chuan nodded, "NIKI is investigating that case. Let Swag contact NIKI. She now has a lot of information about human trafficking and cults."

Curtis nodded, "That guy Lynn said the same."

He turned his head slightly, "BOSS, you don't seem to be surprised at all."

Xu Chuan closed his eyes and leaned against his seat again. He let out a long sigh, "Do you know how many cults there are in the United States? Tens of thousands."

The faith in this place is really free.

...

"My album is still in preparation, maybe I will meet you in a few months..."

Xuela, who had just attended an award ceremony, was being interviewed by the media. She had a smile on her face, but she was already scolding her heart.

"You Bichi stop talking nonsense."

She knew that Xu Chuan would come to Los Angeles today. After the award ceremony, she planned to rush to the airport, but was dragged down by the Bichi in front of her.

"Sorry, I have something to do later..."

Xuela said in embarrassment, if possible, she really doesn't want to offend the media.

"Hey, Sulla, so you're here."

A hoarse voice sounded behind Xuela, which made Xuela's expression freeze and disgust for a moment.

But she quickly managed her expression, then turned around and greeted the other party, "Hi, Sean..."

This is a black man in a white suit named Sean Combs.

This guy has a very high status in the American pop music scene, especially the rap circle, and is a very famous songwriter and producer.

It is also very successful in business. Not only did it establish its own clothing brand, but it also founded the cable TV channel Revolt TV in recent years.

He often appeared around Xuela during this period, but they had no intersection before.

Xuela himself didn't know why this guy got involved with him.

But she didn't want to have any interaction with this guy at all. Others may not know it, but everyone in this circle knows that this guy is not clean.

Of course, this adjective does not mean that this person is not hygienic, but a fact that almost everyone knows. He is likely to be helping some powerful people find prey in the entertainment industry, and the methods used are quite dirty.

"You went to New York before, we should meet. I held several parties at Christmas, and you really should have come."

Sean Combs hugged Xuela with a familiar hug, then placed his hand around Xuela's waist.

This action made Xuela get goosebumps directly. She took a step back quietly and then kept a distance from the other party.

"Party party? That's a pity. I don't like to participate in a group."

Xuela's gaze turned to her right and gave Brian Mills a look.

The other party immediately walked up and separated the two with his arms and said, "Madam, it's time for us to get in the car."

Xuela made a sorry expression and said goodbye to Sean Combs directly, "Sorry, I have something to do later..."

But the other party didn't seem to be planning to let her go, and was quite dissatisfied with the appearance of Brian Mills.

This guy was also with the bodyguard. Someone immediately stepped forward and grabbed Brian's arm. Then he was embarrassed to find that he could not push the old guy who seemed to be in his sixties.

But Sean Combs took this opportunity to stop Sylla, "Hey, I celebrated him winning the award at my friend's villa today, so come together."

Xuela's face changed slightly and was about to refuse when she heard a roar of the engine, and a black SUV rushed towards Sean Combs at an extremely fast speed.
To be continued...