1389: C1389 History will Repeat

C1389 History will Repeat

On the street in front of the Hollywood store, a young man in his twenties walked out with a young man in his teens and fifteen-years-old Boys. They walked into a coffee shop on the side of the street.

"Two cups of latte, thank you."

The two of them sat in a corner and looked out the window at the street.

"Big Brother, is Hollywood the only place in the world?" the child asked innocently.

"Yeah," Wendu nodded: "Yeah, but even though Hollywood is here, some of our big shots in China still have a lot of power here."

"Then wouldn't it be good if we made a Hollywood in China?" The sixth child asked with interest.

"Haha," Wendu chuckled. "Hollywood is not that easy. No one can support Hollywood unless they want it to move to China."

At that moment, the waiter put two cups of coffee on the table.

Wendu picked it up and took a sip. He couldn't help but nod. "If I have to choose between Lafite and the coffee, then I will definitely choose the coffee."

Six took a swig, but soon his brow furrowed.

"So bitter."

Despite the pain in his mouth, Six didn't waste any more coffee.

"Red wine is good, but drinking too much will wear down the human will. Also, if you wake up drunk you will feel very uncomfortable. But coffee is different, the more you drink the more alcohol and the more fragrant it becomes."

"Yeah, Big Brother, just now, I felt that my mouth was very bitter, but now that I think about it, I feel a kind of mellow fragrance swirling in my mouth." The six children said in surprise.

"Hur hur." Wendu chuckled. Maybe he could only pretend to be reasonable in front of a kid.

At that moment, Wendu suddenly saw a group of photos of himself on the big screen not far away. There was even a bounty written on the side.

"Lu Wendou, male, 23 years old, young, handsome, he is an extremely respected guest. If anyone sees him, please contact 243755 … In return, we will give 20,000 beautiful knives to those who know the news."

Looking at the bounty, Wendu grinned and said, "The Superpower Bureau is so shameless. In order to find me, they even wrote down" Young and handsome "."

"What are you talking about, big brother?" The sixth child, who was sipping a cup of coffee, asked doubtfully.

"It's nothing. If you're done, we should go." Wendu shook his head.

Superpower Bureau, didn't you want to suppress my arrogance? Didn't you send someone to spy on me? He hadn't finished playing hide and seek.

After walking out of the coffee shop, Wendu sent a message on his phone.

In next to no time, he received a reply.

"I just rescued some fugitives from prison. I'm still missing a plane."

"I'll give you twenty minutes."

After sending the message, a smile appeared on Wendu's face.

Years ago he had read on the news that something, something, had crashed into the Pentagon in a plane.

If something like this were to happen again today, then there would really be a good show to watch.

"..."

40 miles away from Wendu was an underground warehouse. Ten men in black and four criminals dressed in white stood there.

"The money is in the car. If you want it, you have to show me the results."2

Facing the four criminals who had just been rescued from prison, Tang Yi did not give them any face at all.

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