Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Ling Che frowned and looked at the small thing in her hand, "How did you get it?"

Qiao Ruyi told Ling Che about the doll and added, "But this USB drive has been washed. I don't know if it can still be used now."

Ling Che snatched the USB drive from her hand and said, "It's been soaked in water and shouldn't be usable. I'll find someone to fix it."

Qiao Ruyi suddenly lost her temper. "What if it's so bad?"

"What should we do?" Ling Che looked at her with amusement and rubbed her head.

"This thing is so important. If it gets damaged, the power behind it will never be discovered." Qiao Ruyi sighed again, "Such an important thing must have been left to you by Uncle Ling."

"Well, the police aren't there to do anything for free. They can investigate without this."

Ling Che said as he pulled her to sit on the leather chair. He then half-knelt in front of her and picked up her bandaged hand, frowning, "How did it happen?"

There were several layers of gauze wrapped around it, but there was no blood seeping out, so it looked like the wound wasn't too serious.

Qiao Ruyi met his clear and deep eyes and said guiltily, "I accidentally scratched myself."

"Accidentally?" Ling Che raised his eyebrows, then asked with understanding, "Is my mom making a fuss again?"

"Mom just lost control for a moment. I accidentally got it." Qiao Ruyi felt a little distressed when she thought of Zhuang Yuwei's expression. "Ling Che, Mom has been like this for so many years. It's been very hard for her."

Ling Che looked at Qiao Ru's palm, his fingertips gently rubbing the gauze, and asked gently, "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Ruyi shook her head gently, "It doesn't hurt."

In this position, Qiao Ruyi raised her hand and touched Ling Che's handsome face, "Mom has been ill for twenty-three years, I don't know if she can recover."

Even if he recovered, he didn't know if he would still be able to recognize Ling Che.

Ling Che lowered his eyes and tightened the USB drive in his hand.

When Zhuang Yuwei was extremely mentally unstable, she had attempted self-harm and suicide. It was Ling Che who saved her time and time again and had someone take care of her 24 hours a day.

He knew Zhuang Yuwei wanted to die, but he wouldn't let her.

He always felt that death was not as good as life.

Besides, he no longer has a father. Even if Zhuang Yuwei goes crazy, he at least still has a mother.

As long as he has a mother, he is not an orphan.

......

In a spacious and bright office, a small USB flash drive is placed on the large desk.

The man sat on the leather chair, his dark and deep eyes staring at the metal USB flash drive.

He found an excuse and asked Qi Shui to send Qiao Ruyi home, and then inserted the USB flash drive into the computer.

Among the data on the computer, there were more than twenty files copied from the USB flash drive.

With a "click", the lighter ignited a flame and lit a cigarette.

Ling Che bit his cigarette, his eyes fixed on the name on the screen.

——Jin Huan.

The Han chaebol, the number one in a huge Mexican human trafficking gang, has dark web transactions in countries all over the world, and has set up transit stations for people entering and leaving the country in many countries, including Country Y, the United States, India, and the Philippines.

China’s dark web is a medical charity under the name of Zhuang Ce.

Over the past few years, Zhuang Ce and Ling Xiu De used charitable organizations to send more than 3,000 disabled people, more than 400 minors, and more than 1,000 women to Jin Huan.

Most of the missing persons cases in China in recent years have originated from these dark webs.

There is not much information about Jin Huan in the file, let alone any photos.

Only two words caught Ling Che's attention - Chinese.

Ling Che bit the cigarette, the smoke entered his lungs and invaded every nerve in his body.

This information was obviously left by Ling Zhengqing, and it was also the most information he could grasp.

And it was because he had this information that he died in the conspiracy of Zhuang Ce and Ling Xiu De.

Just then, the ringing of the cell phone interrupted the silence in the office.

Ling Che glanced at the caller ID, answered the call, and pressed the speaker button.

"Brother Che, I'm Yu Zuo."

Ling Che leaned back in his chair, threw the burnt-out cigarette into the ashtray, and lit another one.

"explain."

"Director Alvin has news," Yu Zuo said. "Country Y has a massive human trafficking operation. The owner behind it is a Han Chinese named Jin Huan. The assassins who attacked you in Country Y were also Jin Huan's men."

"He's paid a fortune to hire these fugitives wanted by death row from around the world to work for him," Yu Zuo continued. "Chief Alvin also discovered that Jin Huan's ancestral home is in China, but China has no relevant information about him. So, Chief Alvin has personally contacted the police chief in Jing City, China, and established an international task force."

"Got it." Ling Che dusted off his cigarette, his eyes dark and unclear. "You continue to stay in Country Y and cooperate with Alvin."

"Yes, Brother Che." Yu Zuo thought for a moment and then asked, "Brother Che, you said a few days ago that you wanted to send your sister-in-law to the headquarters. Is that true?"

Ling Che took two puffs of his cigarette and blew out smoke rings. "Let's talk about it later."

He wanted to send Qiao Ruyi back to the London headquarters first, where she would be 100% safe.

But he knew without thinking that Qiao Ruyi would definitely not agree because of her stubborn temper.

Ling Che felt that the capital city was already shrouded in a huge, invisible black net.

And it was directed at him.

Only by tearing apart this black web can we see the light of day again.

He picked up his phone and was about to call Song Hui, but before he could dial the number, a strange call came in.

Unknown number, unknown address.

But the phone continued to vibrate.

He pressed the answer button, and the call duration on the screen began to jump, but there was no sound from the other end.

Ling Che smiled coldly, tapping the table with his fingertips, counting the seconds of the call.

Ten seconds later, a deep and rich voice came from the other side.

"Hello, Mr. Ling."

Ling Che looked at the unfamiliar number and sneered, "What's the point of Boss Jin calling me?"

"Boss Ling is indeed smart, smarter than your uncle." Jin Huan's deep voice came from the other end of the line. "I like talking to smart people the most. It saves me a lot of trouble."

The other party spoke fluent Chinese, which showed that he had lived in China for many years.

Ling Che glanced at Jin Huan's message on the computer screen and said with a smile, "Boss Jin, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"The list I've been looking for should be in your hands now." Jin Huan chuckled from the other end of the line, "What should we do, Mr. Ling? Anyone who has seen this list is doomed, and you can't escape it either."

"Those who threatened me are all dead." Ling Che laughed, "Boss Jin, you want to threaten me too?"

"Boss Ling is incredibly powerful, and surrounded by countless mercenaries, so naturally no one can touch you," Jin Huan said with a smile. "But Boss Ling, don't forget, a lion with a family can't defeat a hungry hyena. You may be safe, but what about the people around you?"

"It's easy to make them disappear."