"Evan Week has evidence in his hands, which is enough to prove that it was a kidnapping plan carried out by two operational personnel named Rolling Balcher and Portland Waden. It's a desperate fact that your person was too careless."

"I'll find out now."

After hanging up the phone, Oboyle shouted angrily: "Charlie, call me immediately to the main building, and Balcher and Waden."

As a consul, he had no idea what had happened, nor did he know whether the action was directed by superiors or private actions, but no matter what the reason was, it was unacceptable.

At this time, a car drove out No. 12, and Zhao Shanhe was sitting in the back of the car, his face as gloomy as water.

Beside him was the restless Chief Inspector He.

When his car drove to the door of Courtyard No. 3, a police car also flashed with the police lights and turned on.

Zhao Shanhe opened the door and got out of the car and walked towards the gate.

In the door, a guard came over. "Sir, this is a diplomatic resident. You can't go to the post without an appointment."

Zhao Shanhe ignored him and deliberately pretended to be displeased and looked at the upward entrance road.

Inspector Ho immediately assumed the responsibility of communication and said with a smile: "I am the Royal Police Chief Inspector Ho Chongguang, Hong Kong Central District. We have communicated with the Consul and come to pick up people."

"Please wait, I need to make a call."

In the main building, Oboyle already knew what was going on and scolded the three of them.

Military Attendant Claire and the two operators were also dead. They already knew that the operation was exposed, and more importantly, the evidence was also left in the hands of others.

In a failed action, the organizers of several of them took the blame this time.

Upon receiving a call from the doorman, Oboyle immediately felt excited. "Let them in."
Chapter completed!