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They might also want to leverage Mong Si's knowledge of the island to take control of it from him, allowing them to access all the resources on the island without having to negotiate with Mong Si.
From the information available, it is clear that the island is not poor; it has what their partners need! Once Mong Si falls into their hands, he will definitely not have a good outcome.
He is injured now, and with his current abilities, how could he possibly resist those well-equipped partners?
Zhu Junjie quickly took out his phone and called his subordinates, instructing them to intercept the black van. They absolutely cannot let the people in the van leave Hua Guo, otherwise, if those people have weapons and decide to act, they won't gain any advantage.
Not to mention that Mong Si is Tong Tong's savior; just the thought of the Zhu Family's parents learning about Mong Si's existence would make them feel immense guilt. They want to compensate Mong Si as much as possible because if anything happens to him, it would be a huge blow to the Zhu Family's parents.
Zhu Junjie fears they might not be able to withstand the pain of losing Mong Si again. Although he has a slight grudge against them psychologically, his love for them has not diminished at all.
Zhu Junjie does not want to see his parents suffer. Just as the car was leaving, he had already gotten into the habit of noting down the license plate number, model, and color.
After finishing up with his subordinates, for safety's sake, he contacted A-Hu.
"Just tell me what's going on; don't beat around the bush."
At that moment, A-Hu was in the factory, looking disdainfully at Ting Feng, who was begging Xiao Hong nearby with a wagging tail that could rival a fan in speed.
What a shameless dog!
A-Hu picked up a walnut from the table beside him and squinted at Ting Feng. He wondered if throwing the walnut could knock out Ting Feng.
Time was tight; after hesitating for a moment, Zhu Junjie said, "I need your help to intercept a vehicle."
"It's just a car, right? Give me the license plate number and I'll arrange for someone immediately."
"They have guns; each one is armed."
"Damn! Who did you mess with? Is it Mong Si? I didn't know this guy had such a fierce background!" A-Hu completely shifted his focus from Ting Feng, "Your brother is tough; you better not confront him directly. Otherwise, I can't imagine what kind of situation you'll end up in."
"…Are you gloating?"
"I'm just speaking the truth."
Zhu Junjie is also in a dire situation! After years of self-inflicted pain, he finally broke through that barrier with Song Lan. Just when he thought he could enjoy some peace, a fierce and ruthless character named Mong Si emerged.
Mong Si is a tough guy who has murderous intentions towards Zhu Junjie. If he had a gun...
A-Hu was contemplating which car to use to intercept them. "If he has a gun, he can go wherever he wants. Right now, he's being taken away by a group of unknown people posing as Interpol."
"Are you worried about him?" A-Hu asked, somewhat confused. "His being taken away is good for you. Without him, your life will calm down."
"If I don't hear from him, how can my parents be at ease? If my parents are restless, how can my life be peaceful?"
"I, as a lonely person, don't have your troubles," A-Hu said while fixing his hair. "Enough of this nonsense; if we keep talking, those people will probably be out of Hai City by now. Give me the license plate number, car model, color, and initial route."
He was going to intercept them and test the bulletproof glass he had just installed to see if it was as good as the shop claimed. If the glass broke, he would seek compensation from the store.
While Zhu Junjie was on the phone, Song Lan also called the police again.
When Zhu Junjie reached A-Hu on the phone, he hesitated for a moment. He was considering that the other party might have a gun and was worried about A-Hu getting hurt during the interception.
Song Lan had similar concerns; the police were equipped and those people were impersonating Interpol while brandishing guns in the hospital, which was enough reason for the police to intercept them immediately. The police's complete equipment would pose a certain deterrent to those individuals.
After hanging up, Zhu Junjie intended to call the police himself but saw that Song Lan was already negotiating with them, feeling a surge of gratitude and admiration for her.
At that moment, in downtown Hai City, a black van was stuck in the middle of the road.
For more than ten minutes, the vehicle had only moved forward a few meters, slower than a turtle.
The people inside were becoming anxious. "Didn't you say you checked the nearby routes with the navigation app?"
"I... I did check; all nearby routes are clear. I compared them and this road seemed smoother and closer to where we were supposed to transfer."
They had assumed Interpol's identity, which could be exposed at any moment. If they didn't change their mode of transportation and clothing soon, they would easily become targets for police pursuit once their identities were revealed.
To successfully evade the police, they had to abandon their original means of transport.
The driver anxiously honked the horn.
"Did you find out why we ended up in this congested area?"
I have heard for a long time that Hai City is developed and prosperous; why don't they build a few more roads?
The younger person in the back seat was getting impatient, their tone filled with anger.
"I... I don't know either."
They had just arrived in Hai City not long ago and were unaware of the announcement regarding the closure of a nearby road for repairs. The notice was issued three days ago, and the road was just closed today.
With the adjacent road blocked, many drivers had no choice but to detour to this side, causing what was once a smooth traffic flow to become congested.
Soon, the traffic police received notification and arrived at the congested intersection to direct traffic. Under their guidance, the slowly moving vehicles began to move forward in an orderly manner.
The congested area gradually cleared up, and the drivers wiped the sweat from their foreheads, stepping on the gas to surge ahead.
Mong Si had already noticed something off about these people.
He had not left the island and had never dealt with Interpol, but some of the people he interacted with had experience in that area.
They told him that Interpol sounded very prestigious and could handle cross-border cases, but they still needed to adhere to the laws and regulations of other countries.
These individuals appeared serious, yet they did not seem as cold-blooded as they acted outside the hospital room, unable to communicate.
There was a certain ferocity about them, along with an inner aura of menace!
Mong Si was someone who had clawed his way out of hell several times; he clearly understood that these people were of his kind, unlike those who spoke of Interpol in a different style.
Mong Si was an extremely intelligent person; he had already resigned himself to his fate.
In his view, any one of the things he had done in the past would be enough for him to face serious consequences. If all his cases were added up, it could amount to him being sentenced to hundreds of years in prison. He would likely spend his life behind bars since there was no death penalty abroad.
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