Chapter 132: Compatriots

Sitting in the car, watching the scenery continuously receding, Ye Nan's expression was not very good.

"Those who kill will always be killed." Although he sent this sentence to Black Rose, thinking about it afterward, he felt it was definitely more suitable for himself.

On the surface, he was a world-renowned corporate president and a billionaire. In the dark, he didn't know how much blood had stained his hands. If he applied the saying "those who kill will always be killed," his own end wouldn't be much better.

"Smila, tell me, will my end be like Night Rose's, with my head separated from my body?" Ye Nan put on his headset and talked with Smila.

Smila, who was talking to Kenneth, was surprised to hear Ye Nan's question. "Brother Ye Nan, why would you say such a thing? This is all to protect us."

"Protect you? I feel my hands are stained with blood. I don't know how many people have died indirectly because of me." Ye Nan's face was full of bitter smiles. Feelings of hesitation and confusion appeared on his face once again.

He still remembered the first time he felt hesitation and confusion: it was after he crossed over, becoming a 'piglet' (indentured laborer), living a life without a fixed home. Because of his fear of the outside world and lack of cognition, he hesitated and was confused.

And this time, he hesitated again, all because of what he had said: those who kill will always be killed.

"If you didn't kill, how could we live so well?" Smila comforted him softly. "Brother Ye Nan, don't worry. I have already contacted Kenneth of the Satan Mercenary Group. They will send a few experts over to protect Brother's family."

"Yes, it's time to protect the family. The recent turmoil has been intensifying. The military and the base organization have all come to find trouble with me." Ye Nan rubbed his forehead, putting down the worry in his heart.

Perhaps in the future, I will be beheaded, but at this moment, I must protect my family, protect them from any harm. For this, even if I have to slaughter millions, I will not hesitate.

"Sir, please pull over." A police car chased up from behind, driving side-by-side with Ye Nan's car, and knocked on the glass.

"We have some matters we'd like to understand."

"Pull over." Ye Nan looked at the police, a mocking smile flashing across the corner of his mouth.

The police of every country are like this, always arriving at the scene after the fact. Although there are other factors involved, it is inevitable that they are distrusted by the public.

The vehicle slowly drove to the side of the road and stopped. However, Ye Nan had no intention of getting out of the car. Soon, the police car followed behind Ye Nan and stopped, and two policemen got out of the car.

"Hello, it's like this." The speaker was a young Asian policeman. He spoke fluent English and talked to Ye Nan through the window.

"There was an explosion case at the plaza warehouse just now. I saw you coming from that direction, so I wanted to ask some questions."

"I don't know. I don't know anything." Ye Nan said coldly.

Although this policeman was Asian, and although this policeman looked very amiable, Ye Nan's mood at the moment was not very good, so his tone was naturally not good either.

"Sir, please cooperate, okay? At least get out of the car first." The young policeman looked at Ye Nan helplessly, as if he had never seen such a stubborn person.

"If it weren't for the fact that we are all Asians and life is relatively difficult in a foreign land, I wouldn't bother talking to you so nicely."

The young policeman complained in his heart but didn't say it out loud.

"I don't want to get out. Sorry, I'm not in a good mood. If you have anything to ask, just ask." Ye Nan apologized, considering that they were both Asians...

"Kid, get out." After the young policeman's negotiation failed, a big, burly policeman immediately walked up.

This policeman was a black man with hard muscles all over his body, and his expression was also fierce, forming a sharp contrast with the young policeman.

"Brother Xiong, don't scare him. He's at least the same skin color as me." The young policeman helplessly pointed to his exposed skin.

"Sir, you'd better get out, otherwise if Brother Xiong takes action, you'll suffer."

"Xiao Li, you are too gentle and not suitable to be a policeman. Many criminals are very arrogant. If you aren't fierce, you won't be able to suppress them at all, and they won't listen to you obediently." The black policeman put on an 'I understand' look. "So this time, leave it to me, Brother. Brother will teach you a lesson."

"Since when did the New York police become so arrogant? It seems the New York Police Commissioner, Haiweimeier, doesn't want to be commissioner anymore."

The New York Police Commissioner had always been appointed by the mayor, and as it happened, Ye Nan and New York Mayor Roben had always been mutually dependent. Every year, Ye Nan would donate a large sum of money to Roben for his campaign. He knew his ambition was great; he wanted to be president.

Although the ICQ Company had been very active in infiltrating the White House over the past six years, sponsoring many congressmen, President Bush kept him at a distance, which made him very depressed. Although he knew this was because President Bush was pushed by large financial groups, if he rashly contacted him, he would be suppressed by the original financial groups.

However, this also made him realize the importance of a spokesperson pushed entirely by his own financial group. At least if Bush were pushed by him, the military wouldn't dare to do this, unless they didn't want their military budget.

"Watch your mouth." Brother Xiong's expression changed, his fingers forming a fist, waving it in the air a few times. "If this is your attitude, even if I risk being complained about, I will beat you up."

Ye Nan looked at him without answering, instead raising the mobile phone in his hand and gently making a call.

"Ye Nan, what are you looking for me for?" New York Mayor Roben's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Roben was originally in a meeting, discussing the impact caused by the recent military incident. Ye Nan was his financier, so he naturally spoke up for Ye Nan in the council. He didn't expect Ye Nan to call at this time.

"Haiweimeier was appointed by you." Ye Nan said.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Roben was surprised. He didn't expect Ye Nan to ask this. Afterward, he thought of an answer. "Did he provoke you? If so, I'll scold him severely."

"Not him, it's his subordinate who stopped me." Ye Nan said lightly.

"I'll call immediately. Damn Haiweimeier, didn't I tell him to remember the appearances of several financial group leaders?" Roben felt a jolt in his heart and became annoyed.

"Making a call is fine, lest some people like to act recklessly relying on their status as police. But you just need to scold him severely. He's a very interesting policeman." Ye Nan glanced at the young policeman. He was also Asian; if it weren't for the fact that he had a big tree to lean on, he might also suffer all kinds of grievances.

"Should I help them? After all, everyone flows with the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang." Ye Nan pondered in his heart.

He didn't understand before, didn't understand why the Jews in the United States were already doing well, yet still persisted in the dream of restoring their nation. Now he understood; this wasn't restoring the nation, it was just helping his own compatriots. ===== CHAPTER 133 =====