The two white men secretly looked at each other and found that except for Long Hao and the other three, there was no trace on the beach. They couldn't help but feel even more frightened: Oh my god, it must be a water ghost! It must be a ghost ship! Otherwise, how could the shipwreck disappear if it was gone?

"I won't leak the secrets with so many people, right?"

Without mentioning the two white men's random thoughts, Long Hao had already spoken. He glanced at the greeting team of less than ten people and said lightly.

"No, absolutely not! These are all confidants!" Qianbirov patted his chest and promised.

"These two people were slapped?"

"This... I'll send someone to put them in sacks later and sink to the sea!"

Less gossip, Qianbirov took Long Hao and his party to the residence, used a meal of late-night snacks, and left everyone else. Only Long Hao and Qianbirov were left in the living room on the first floor.

Long Hao's lips were dipped in the teacup, his eyebrows were not moving, and he didn't raise his eyes, and he chuckled: "Xiao Qiangbi, this house is good..."

Although Qiangbirov is no longer the same as before, when facing Long Hao, he is still like a mouse seeing a cat, and he is instinctively afraid: "Hey, it's just a small house, the property rights belong to the gang."

"Don't be nervous, let's relax. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Do you think I'll hold you accountable for a small house?"

Long Hao put down the teacup and said lightly: "I'm not that idle yet. Xiao Qiangbi, as long as you are loyal to me, not to mention a small house, even a manor, you are qualified to own it! Well, the development of the Black Clothing Gang over the past two years has basically met my expectations."

"Your Madam Long, you have good guidance, and the financial support of Huaxia Town is also very good!"

Qianbirov wiped his sweat and said carefully: "Otherwise, with my material, how could he achieve the same results as he has?"

"Over modest means pride. I say you can do it, you can do it! Otherwise, are you doubting my eyes?"

"Ah, don't dare..."

"I heard you have become the deputy mayor?"

"Oh, yes, yes..."

"So. You have a wide connection. So you can match Benson to get to know Ferrymant, and then, a squadron of the British Far East Fleet. Go south in a panic. Have you been in trouble?"

"Wuwu. Master Long, I didn't mean it. I was also kept in the dark... If I had known in advance, I wouldn't have handed over that stack of gambling debt to Benson..."

Qianbirov knelt down with a thud and cried bitterly. He said that this matter has always been his heart disease. Although he has been working hard to make up for it later, when Long Hao asked about it in person today, he still felt that the sky was about to fall!

"Everyone said that I'm so scary. Sheng Yan, you're here just right. To be fair, I just talked to Xiaoqiang, and he cried like this. Oh, that's true!"

Long Hao picked up a piece of food cloth from the coffee table, bent down, and wiped his tears for Qianbirov.

Sheng Yan just entered the door and saw the scene in front of him, and was amused and laughed: When the young master came, he scared this Russian. You are so comfortable. I have to clean up the mess afterwards?

However, the young master asked, Sheng Yan, as the general head of the SS in Seattle, must also speak.

"Get up quickly, the young master is joking with you!"

After Sheng Yan finished speaking, Qiangbirov's butt crawling on the ground moved, raised his face and asked, "It's really...?"

"Haha, of course...fake!"

Long Hao smiled and continued to talk, and was shocked Qiangbirov to rest again: "I didn't joke with you, what I told is the truth! Xiao Qiangbi, you have made great contributions to the San Francisco blockade crisis! I want to thank you very much!"

Hmm?

Qianbirov raised his head tremblingly, thinking that Master Long didn't seem to be saying slander: I made a fleet attack on San Francisco. You don't punish me, but you want to thank me? What's the reason?

Qiangbirov immediately understood, because Long Hao said next: "I'm worried that the Americans won't take action on me. Now that I have an excuse, I want it to turn the world upside down and shake the earth!"

Right!

Qiangbirov was shocked and finally remembered: Not long ago, all the six battleships were buried outside San Francisco. Colonel Benson, who had escaped after his life, was still the one who received him!

So, by chance, I made a mistake in matching Benson and Ferrymant, which was actually a great move?

Young Master Long was not angry, but instead praised him?

"Ha, I just..."

Qiangbirov stopped shaking, and stopped sweating. He straightened his waist and planned to be humble.

"Okay, the past is over, don't talk about it!"

Long Hao did not give Qiangbirov the opportunity to seek credit? His plan just now came to an end. He only heard him say seriously: "I came here secretly and I want to do what I want to do... Shengyan, have you explained to Xiaoqiangbi?"

Sheng Yan said respectfully: "Not yet, young master! I just told him to keep an eye on this private port and wait for you to come at any time."

Sheng Yan was also very surprised at this moment: There was no movement, and he didn't even see a boat. Why did the young master suddenly appear in Seattle? He also brought two beautiful little maids...

Suddenly, Long Hao's already tall image in his heart became even more unfathomable.

"Since you didn't say it, let me tell you, Xiao Qiangbi, you should know that this time, I came as the spoils of your Black Clothing Gang..."

In the hall, with Long Hao's commentary and timely replenishment by the salt, Qiangbirov's eyes gradually lit up, and he also had an intuitive overview of Long Hao's plan to come to Seattle.

To go back, do you still remember that when Qianbirov collapsed that day, Sheng Yan appeared and said that he wanted to find the mastermind behind the 'match' Benson and Ferrymant?

Under the joint action of the SS and the Black Gang, the mastermind behind the scenes revealed the fox's tail.

With a little bit of torture, plus a little bit of tin wic, the poor "blackhand classmate" became the meat in the plate of salt and Qiangbirov, slaughtering at will.

The black handed classmate is named Beerbajo Kanxinsky Jugashvili, a Georgian. Sheng Yan thought that the name of this middleman from Russia was too long and troublesome, so he now collectively called him Beganju.

Bekanzhu was in his fifties and was not a real black hand, but a middleman, or an agent, who was responsible for all his affairs in the United States.

Bekanzhu was still very determined, but he still couldn't resist the magic of wic. When he collapsed, he explained everything. Even his mother was a wandering gypsy prostitute. He cried and fell to pieces.

Sheng Yan and several SS members in charge of torture were really embarrassed.

Bekanzhu confessed to the mastermind behind the scenes. Long Hao expected that it was Prince Azamorasvich! The old Russian man who had an engagement with Melissa!

Unexpectedly, his heart was dying, and his clutches stretched to the justice and innocent Long Hao...

(Hey. Did you steal someone else's fiancée? You still don't allow the other party to fight back?)

After figured out that it was Prince Aza who wanted to deal with Long Hao. After Sheng Yan and Long Hao passed the letter, they set up their arrangements to try to capture this old Russian man who was secretly making trouble!

I dare to attack my young master. No matter whether you are a prince or not, I will do it.

If you want to lead Prince Aza out of the cave, according to Bekanzhu's instructions, there is only one chance: that is, he will appear after Long Hao is caught! Usually, his whereabouts are uncertain, and it is very likely that he will not be in the United States.

The arduous task of capturing Long Hao alive was originally assigned to Benson, but a few days ago, Benson fled back like a wrecked dog, and then... the whole world knew that six first-class battleships were incredibly sunk by the Earl of the North Sea!

On the day Benson came back, Bekanzhu asked and fed back, which made Prince Aza know at the first time that Benson's mission failed.

Benson failed, but Aza still wanted to capture Long Hao. He ordered Bekanzhu to find every possible way to capture Long Hao!

Prince Aza gave a very good reason. Although Long Hao's fleet won an incredible naval battle, the crisis in San Francisco has not yet been eliminated. In the chaos, there must be a chance to catch this Oriental boy!

The master's request was so urgent, so Bekan Zhu naturally recommended the Black Gang: Since the trick of taking the battleship to find fault with the battleships on the go is invalid, then perhaps the thief's despicable tricks will work?

In addition to recommending Bekanzhu, he also took out the proud works of the Black Clothing Gang over the past two years to show Prince Aza, with only one purpose: kidnapping, black Clothing Gang, murder and setting fire. The Black Clothing Gang are all very professional.

Perhaps because of his illness and incompetent medical treatment, Prince Aza gave Bekanzhu a clear reply after a moment of consideration: I entrust the Black Clothing Gang to do it, and there is no need to consider the commission, but don’t give up other ways.

This is also the origin of Long Hao being "killed" by the Black Gang in Clinxington Town!

"Now I am here. In a few days, everyone will know that I was kidnapped by the Black Gang. In this way, Prince Aza has to show up, right?" Long Hao said with a smile: "Sheng Yan, Xiao Qiangbi, give you two days, and make sure to make arrangements. I want to have a good contact with Prince Aza!"

Sheng Yan and Qiangbirov went as they said, and soon Prince Aza received the news from Bekanzhu.

The Prince Azamorasvich is not in Russia, but in the United States! An hour before receiving the encrypted message, he also had a pleasant lunch with all the important members of the Democratic Party of the United States.

Oregon, the capital of Salem, this city located on the Willamette River is where Prince Aza lives in the United States.

The clear river water of the tributary of Colombia can help the Russian prince, who is over 50 years old, clarify his thoughts and think about problems efficiently. Of course, the moving white flowers on the bed is also an indispensable catalyst for his thinking process.

The villa located in Willamette River Bay has a beautiful environment and is selected from the nearby rural and pastoral areas. It is healthy and powerful. All of this makes Prince Aza, who has lived here for more than two months, feel a little rejuvenated and can't feel happy.

Prince Aza raised his lighter, burned the note sent by Bekanzhu, and chuckled in a low voice: "I didn't expect that this Black Clothing Gang is quite reliable. Oh, Qiangbirov, that former pig dealer, has some skills! It seems that people who have had an intersection with me, Azamorasvich, are more or less capable..."

"Ability? Well, my dear grandpa, your ability is too strong!"

The thrilling white curves on the bed were trembling and she was slid down, revealing a thrilling snow-white curve. This was the descendant of the Slavs, and Prince Aza's Russian language, which she could understand.

"Many people praise me so much, baby!"

Prince Aza smiled grimly, pulled off the white towel around his waist, revealing a body that was comparable to a Greek sculpture, and jumped up: "It's a pity, you know too much, baby..."

"Hmm? Um..."

Before the girl could react, the stick that made her ecstasy penetrated her mouth and stabbed her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

What new tricks are this?

The girl was shocked and instinctively wanted to lick her instinctively, but Prince Aza's strength was too strong, and she blocked her esophagus in just one moment. She forced her to roll her eyes. Her nostrils were opened desperately, and she urgently inhaled the much-needed oxygen.

Prince Aza had no mercy on his body, and his lower body was thrusting without any effort. He murmured: "Oriental boy, Earl of North Sea, rob me of the woman that Azamorasvich likes... Tsk tsk, it's falling into my hands this time! I want to surrender to you and ask you to serve me Azamorasvich. Your property and women will belong to me! Oh, your nostrils are so ugly, close it!"

The girl who closed her nostrils soon closed her life like a flowery season. Prince Aza gushed out of her body, got out of bed, wiped the girl's golden hair at will, and then shouted: "Come here, prepare the boat, go to Seattle!"

From Salem to Seattle, you can go straight up along the canal. With Prince Aza's strength, you are naturally on the top cruise ship. In a day and a half, the Russian prince came to Seattle.

While arriving in Seattle, the compilation of news about the war in the south also arrived in the Emerald City.

I have to say that the most popular news in the past month is the San Francisco bombardment crisis, and the best-selling newspapers must be related to this subject! Otherwise, readers will never buy it.

Prince Aza got off the cruise ship and bought the latest Seattle Times reading. His escort formation had a total of fifty people, which made the people in the Seattle Port realize that this was an amazing and unaffected person.

There are hot and fresh news and groundless gossip in the Seattle Times. The most popular taste for the common people is obviously very "people-friendly". Among the several local newspapers handed over by his subordinates, he picked the Times.

‘The San Francisco city government evacuates the city, and the Xiabo Department announces the occupation of San Francisco?’
To be continued...