"Stephen, you can't stay for too long this time. You will have to change flights to India later." Bagu said.

At this moment, people were still in this plane, and the economy class people had already left. Now only a few of them were saved on the plane. The outside of the plane had been strictly blocked and no one was allowed to approach.

Stephen heard Bagu's words and looked a little regretful. "Bagu, you are really not the time to come. This morning, I received a mysterious call. To be honest, a bomb was installed on the plane to India. Although people have been organized to investigate and no problems have been found, the flight has been cancelled and will not be able to be until tomorrow at the latest."

Lin Fan and Bagu's expressions changed. Unexpectedly, their movements were so fast that they could not fly the entire plane normally. The purpose was to prevent Bagu and Lin Fan from reaching India.

The more they looked like this, the more uneasy they became. They just hindered themselves and others from going to India. What's the point? They had to go no matter what. Could it be that they wanted to be detrimental to the leader? When they thought of this, they were not yet determined.

If the leader had no physical problems in the past, Bagu would not be worried at all, but now it is different. The leader's whole body cannot move, that is, the fish on the chopping board. Although there are several other guardians, it cannot withstand the siege of everyone.

"Stephen, can you help me get a plane to India?" said Bagu.

Stephen knew that Bagu's incident was probably very serious this time. He had never seen Bagu be so anxious, or take a plane to a certain place. In Bagu's own words, his destiny was not controlled by his own hands.

"I'll ask for you." Stephen immediately called his superior. When he answered the phone, Stephen told him the help he needed, but then Stephen's face changed instantly.

"FUCK" Stephen fucked, but the phone number there had already hung up.

Stephen felt all kinds of displeasure and helplessness in his heart. "Bagu, I'm sorry, I can't help you. You know that there is someone above me, and I can't do anything about it."

"It's okay, my friend, we have been so many years, so we don't have to say sorry to me for such things. It's the greatest help to me to be here to help me deal with these things." Bagu said. He knew that Stephen was difficult to do, especially the guys above were even more difficult to deal with.

"Good luck." Stephen and Bagu hugged, whispering, "Go to the punk trading venue, where there is a way."

"Goodbye." Stephen said.

"goodbye."

Lin Fan also nodded to Stephen, and then left here with Bagu. As for how to deal with it here, it is no longer their business. All that is left is Stephen's business.

Lin Fan and Bagu immediately left the airport, "Bagu, punk trading ground, where is it?"

Bagu shook his head, and the two got into a taxi and told the driver about the place, but the driver didn't know where it was. In the end, there was no way, so he had to send it to the city center.

Lin Fan thought of Smit and dialed the phone directly. Lin Fan couldn't stand it as soon as he called. He was so old and he was so disgusting.

"Oh, my dear friend, you miss me after not seeing each other for more than a month." Smit was taking a shower at home and smoking a cigar. When he saw that it was Fan from China who called, he immediately answered excitedly.

"Smit, I am now in Lanqi Street in Country M." Lin Fan said.

"God, wait for me, and you will arrive in five minutes." Smit immediately hung up Lin Fan's phone call, quickly put on his clothes, and drove his somewhat old-fashioned car toward Lin Fan.

"I call me a friend, and he may know where the place is." Lin Fan said to Bagu.

Five minutes arrived soon, and a car rushed over quickly, as if it could fall apart at any time.

"Hi, my friend." Smit got out of the car, spread his hands and came over to hug Lin Fan.

"This is Bagu, my friend. Smit is not a time to chat now. I want to ask you, do you know about the punk trading ground?" Lin Fan said.

Smit looked at Lin Fan and Bagu again. He worked in the organization and had absolutely no problem in observing his expressions. He knew that this matter was probably very important to Lin Fan.

"Get in the car, I'll take you there." Smit said.

In the car, Lin Fan told Smit about his purpose.

"When you want to go to India, you really want to go to the punk trading ground. Most people don't know that there is, and you can't get in without a member, but fortunately I have it." Smit said.

Soon Smit's car drove to a rare place and walked through the trails. It was actually the city center, but there were no people. It was such a strange place.

Soon there was a gate ahead. Smit parked the car aside, and Lin Fan and Bagu also got out of the car.

Smit came to the door, took out a card, and handed it to the old man who was watching the door. The old man looked at it with a cloudy look, swiped on the computer, and the English letters for passing the level were displayed on the computer.

He looked at Lin Fan and Bagu again, his chapped lips slightly opened, "These two people have no clues and cannot enter."

"Oh, old man, why are you doing this? I didn't bring my friend here last time." Smit said.

"The old man didn't say anything, and kept staring at the computer, as if the three people next to him were not there.

"What did he say?" Lin Fan couldn't understand English, and saw that the old man did not move at all, he became a little anxious.

"He said you don't have a jam and can't get in. This fucking old man, I brought people in last time," said Smit.

Lin Fan took a step forward and took out a stack of dollars from his bag like a magic trick. When he came here, Lin Fan exchanged the money at home, because he was afraid that he would need it when he got there.

The old man sat there and saw so much more money on the table, and his eyes flashed.

"OK" the old man's chapped lips said a word again, and Lin Fan could understand this sentence.

Mom, Lin Fan was so sad that he was so sad that he wanted money. He said it earlier, "What are you pretending to be a waste of everyone's time."

The old man opened the drawer, blocked Lin Fan and others' vision with his hands, and entered the password.

"Boom..." There were four floor tiles on the ground, which suddenly contracted like a robot.

"Get in."

Lin Fan looked at Smit. He had been here once, and must have known that he should have entered from here.

Smith nodded in a special way, and he entered from here last time he came.

Lin Fan followed Smit and walked in. When the three of them entered, the old man closed the passage and sat there looking at the screen like a dead person.
Chapter completed!