When Anderson tried to move, he thought of gently tearing off the tin foil from the cigarette box and sticking the cat's eyes with saliva.

Then he left the door, stood at the curtains and looked out the window.

He noticed some soldiers and the savvy figures of people not in military uniforms. He heard the sound of evacuation footsteps outside, and Anderson breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, the phone next to him exploded.

Dingling--The "waiter" who was about to evacuate stopped suddenly. Anderson thought about it and picked up the phone and asked in a sharp voice: "Who?"

He looked like a woman.

"I don't sleep! I don't need customer service, I don't need it! Please clean it at 3 pm and don't call again, otherwise I will complain to you!"

Click! The phone was hung up heavily.

Mamoye, who called, was confused.

The sound here came out of the door, and the other party quickly accelerated the evacuation.

As soon as they left, Anderson quietly opened the door with his box and went to room 1109 opposite him.

Then he put on his wig and picked up the phone: "Do you police station?"

"Yes."

"The gangster was at the door just now, so I had to do that. Yes, I'm that old lady!"

Police officer...

"Okay, sir, listen well, the Amazon fire was arranged by the British. Listen patiently. Devimen, the former vice-consul of Shanghai, China, arranged personnel. He wanted to embarrass Charlie, and Anderson's people were responsible for the response, but my friend Anderson didn't know. Now he understood everything, so he asked me to tell His Excellency Charlie. After he found the truth, he immediately found out the truth behind the scenes."

"So, don't hunt my friend. He's done his best."

After Anderson finished speaking, he asked the police: "You understand."

"You are your friend?" Mamoyer asked, Anderson!!! I have a friend, and I say I have a friend!

“If this is the case, we appreciate the information you provide and hope you can help us testify.”

"..." Anderson was speechless.

"Please don't put down the phone or go out. If nothing unexpected happens, you should be near the previous room. I check, Oh, Rikelme, Locke...1109? OK, Mr. Rikelme, right? Call you that for the time being, sir, if Anderson doesn't arrange for someone to set fire, then he will get our friendship. If he is involved but still knows how to help, he will get our forgiveness, anyway, no matter what."

Mamoyer pounded on the table: "The British will kill you to silence you, and if you run away, the New Romans will not let you go."

Then he added: "I mean your friend, Mr. Anderson Rickerme, please tell him now, I know you can contact him."

"I'm Anderson." Anderson was dejected: "I really didn't expect it... Well, I admit I know this, I just want to make some money, but I..."

"Tell me the process, how he contacted you, where, in what way, etc."

"All paper evidence and handwriting contact process are in the bathroom toilet in Room 1102. There is a plastic bag of oil paper. No one will pay attention there."

"Does it affect the use of the toilet?" Mamoyer suddenly asked, and Anderson said, "It doesn't affect it." Then he thought, what the hell are I talking about?

Mamoye said relaxedly: "Locked? OK, by the way, we can put some things in the toilet tank in our house in the future to save water."

Then he said to Anderson: "Did Mr. Anderson open the window?"

Anderson was confused and did as he did. When he opened the window, the 12 armed helicopters he watched were aiming at his window. Anderson dragged the phone line and shouted: "You can't treat me like this."

"Just protect you." Mamoye smiled and said, "Wait, someone will have three shorts, two shorts, and knock twice in a loop before opening the door yourself. If not, do you have weapons?"

"have."

"Just just lean in the corner. The machine gun of a helicopter will help you tear those bastards apart, no one across from you anyway."

At this moment, Rogers, Shett and more second-generation soldiers had already poured into the hotel, but Eva and Von were leading them.

The troops began to guard each door to check their identities, block security passages, etc. Just as Anderson leaned against the head of the bed, gunshots screamed at the bottom of the floor.

After a while, his door was knocked in three short, two short, and then two total times.

Then someone opened the door and said at the corner, "Mr. Anderson Rickleme."

Anderson was almost safe, but he shouted like crazy: "Are you really from New Rome? What if the phone number is fake?"

This guy's nerves were tense for too long, and then he was ruthlessly exposed by Mamoye and was intimidated by the helicopter.

Now he doesn't believe it.

This seems to be a dead cycle.

The other party said coldly: "Anderson, come out by yourself. Remember to put down your weapons! By the way, the son of Charlie will be waiting for you outside."

"How did he prove that he is the son of Charlie? If I go out, you..."

"I'm coming out now. If you dare to shoot, your whole family will not be able to survive." The other party strode into the interior of the room.

Anderson shrank there with a pale face, his gun shaking, but when he saw the uniform on the other side, waved to him and left the helicopter, he finally calmed down, and he collapsed there and said, "You are here! If you don't come again, I will die. You can't be so mean to those who provide information like me."

This is more sick than it is.

Shet went up and took his guy away, grabbed him out, and escorted him downstairs.

Rogers had retrieved the evidence package and asked casually: "Where is Devimen now?"

"He is old in the island of Mahara, and he is staring at Charlie at the door of his house. He is actually crazy."

"But you agree with his point of view and want to ignite Amazon, and you only regret it now, right?"

Anderson became angry: "Boy, who are you?"

"Rogers, the son of Charlie."

Anderson was stunned for a moment, and Rogers said, "I hate you, but I will protect you, let's go."

If I kidnapped him now... Shet slapped him in the face: "Go away."

Anderson said, Oh, just get downstairs and get on the car.

One hour and ten minutes later, Han Huaiyi returned to the Delta first.

He took Mamoyer's report and sneered.

"I'm going to hit the Horse Island?"

"No. But you have to be fully prepared." Han Huaiyi didn't want to fight the Horse Island, let alone the Horse Island for Argentina.

Even if he likes Messi, he also likes Ronaldo.

The fact that the quarrel with Britain before World War II was ineffective is very unfavorable for World War II. He must make them owe him personal favors or exchange them for something.
Chapter completed!