After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

At this time, ten hours had passed since Shen Yanhe was kidnapped.

It was already daylight.

After a night of investigation, Fu Yanhe's people locked the whereabouts of the private jet of the wealthy businessman surnamed Ye.

In a town called Latvia on the border of Harman.

Fu Yanhe and Xiang Ling'an immediately left for Latvia.

After arriving at the location, the two quickly led people to surround the landing place of the private plane.

But they found that the place they surrounded was the private airport of a local family, the Dezmitre family.

Fu Yanhe and Xiang Ling'an did not rush in with people, but sent people to investigate the family's information on the spot.

Knowing that the Dezmitre family is the largest arms dealer in the area, many troops or mercenaries stationed at the border will buy weapons from them.

It is a local snake in Latvia.

It's just that Fu Yanhe and Xiang Ling'an are not afraid.

The two of them have been through many dragon pools and tiger dens before, but they are just an arms dealer, which is trivial.

"I'll blow up their arsenal first, cut off the back route for them to replenish their ammunition, and you can directly attack in."

Xiang Ling'an dug out the latest miniature bomb developed by Gu Yingxi, and said to Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe nodded: "Be careful."

The members of the Dezmitre family did not know that the crisis had come.

The head of the house, Zhan Rui Dezmitre, is enjoying the magical medicine that the immortal organization traded with him in the study of the manor.

After drinking a tube, his originally confused brain instantly became clear, and his slightly blurred vision gradually became clearer.

The whole person is in excellent condition, as if ten years younger.

"It's really a magic medicine." Zhan Rui looked at the empty medicine tube with bright eyes, smacked his lips, and a shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

It is worthwhile for him to devote so many resources to help Fu Yanzhi, if only Fu Yanzhi could give him two more tubes of this magic medicine in the future.

So wouldn't he be forever young?

His eldest son, Philemon Dezmitre, stood beside him, frowning slightly, and said with some concern: "Father, is this medicine really that effective?"

"Of course." Zhan Rui nodded, and put the medicine tube away properly: "I'll make a deal with Fu Weizhi later, I'll give you a taste of half a tube, and you'll understand its magic."

Philemon frowned: "But... I don't think that Fu Weizhi is hiding and hiding his true colors, so he doesn't seem like a good person."

"And all these years, where did he take those people he asked you to help find?"

Just as Philemon finished speaking, there was a loud bang outside. After the loud bang, there were explosions one after another, and the ground of the manor was shaking.

Philemon and Zhan Rui hurriedly grabbed the table to stabilize their bodies.

Zhan Rui asked in amazement: "Who is fighting with whom? It's such a big movement."

As soon as he finished speaking, a subordinate crawled in from outside and said in a panic, "Patriarch! It's not good! Our arsenal exploded!"

"What!" Zhan Rui's complexion changed drastically, he pushed his subordinates away suddenly, and quickly walked out of the balcony to look in the direction of his own arsenal.

Sure enough, I saw a fire over there, accompanied by smoke clouds rising from time to time.

Zhan Rui was so stimulated that his chest hurt, and he staggered back.

Philemon hurried forward to support him: "Father!"

"Investigate! Go and investigate!" Zhan Rui's forehead was bulging with veins, and he gnashed his teeth and roared in a low voice: "Pull out the boy who blew up our arsenal and kill him! Kill him!!"

As soon as the words fell, the door of the study was violently kicked open from the outside, and the people in the room were shocked to look at it.

Then I saw a tall man in black combat uniform, with half a ghost face on his face, and a cold temperament, holding a wooden warehouse in his hand, and leaning against the head of a subordinate, he walked in slowly.

A guard fell behind him.

Zhan Rui's face darkened, he stood up straight holding Philemon's hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Philemon's eyes fell on the ghostly face on the man's face, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in a trembling voice: "You, you are the chief of snare, satan!!"

Philemon once saw the photo on the snare chief wanted list on the homepage of the tnc forum.

The man in the photo is also wearing half a ghost mask!

It was exactly the same as what the man in front of me was wearing!

Zhan Rui has also heard the name of snare, he narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart, and his tone softened a lot when he spoke again: "Our Dezmitre family has no grievances or enmity with snare, Your Excellency What's the meaning?"

Fu Yanhe tilted his head slightly, staring at them with a pair of dark and cold eyes without emotion, and asked, "Where is Fu Weizhi?"

Zhan Rui's eyes flickered slightly, and his face showed some doubts at the right time: "Fu Weizhi? I don't know this person."

Fu Yanhe narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sight that fell on Zhan Rui seemed to be able to see through him.

Zhan Rui's heart was beating rapidly, and Philemon's face changed slightly, for fear that Fu Yanhe would be upset and hurt others directly.

They have no weapons in their hands now.

"Who drove that private jet parked at your airport last night?" Fu Yanhe asked again.

"It's a Mr. Ye." Before Zhan Rui could speak, Philemon replied, "His full name is Ye Hengming."

"Where is he?"

Philemon shook his head: "I don't know, I only know that he went east after getting off the plane last night."

Hearing this, Fu Yanhe slowly put away the wooden warehouse that was on his forehead, and asked again: "The last question, is there any cooperation between the Dezmitre family and the immortal organization?"

The expressions of Zhan Rui and Philemon suddenly changed.

Zhan Rui's nervous face twitched, and he just opened his mouth to fool him.

But he saw Fu Yanhe took out a miniature bomb with a calm expression: "I have limited time, I advise you to think it through before you talk."

Philemon's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pulled Zhan Rui behind him, and said nervously, "We have cooperation! We have cooperated with them on nearly 20 billion projects."

"We need to provide armaments and travel cars and planes to the immortal organization for a long time, but they have an additional requirement that we are not allowed to disclose our cooperation with them."

"And cover up the travel route for them."

As if he knew what Fu Yanhe would ask next, Philemon told him everything he knew before he could open his mouth.

"But we don't know where the headquarters of the immortal organization is. We only know that they come from the east of the forest."

When Philemon finished speaking, Zhan Rui pretended to be angry and scolded: "Philimon! How could you tell him everything!"

Philemon smiled bitterly: "Father, it's important to survive now."

He has learned about the deeds of the chief snare.

This is a ruthless person who can blow up the lair of drug lords.

Their arsenal is one example.

Philemon didn't want to be blown up into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

"I've finished what I know. Look, can you let us go?" Philemon showed Fu Yanhe a smile that was uglier than crying.

Fu Yanhe glanced at him lightly, turned and left.