Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

"huge sum of money?"

"100."

I knew these bums wouldn't be so easy to believe, but since I can say it, I will do it.

After all, 100 million, even if it is US dollars, is just a drop in the bucket for me.

After all, relying on the gold, silver and jewelry brought out from those deserted islands, my domestic assets have already reached hundreds of millions, but I have never had many opportunities to enjoy those wealth.

"One phone call, one million."

Once again, I said with certainty, "I will do what I say. Just let me make a phone call, and I will guarantee that you will have nothing to worry about for the rest of your life. Of course, there is only one chance for you, and it depends on who of you can grasp it."

"You're a fugitive, man."

The eyes of all the homeless people present were straightened, and many people became active, but only one said boldly, "If you are a fugitive, I dare not help you, I don't want to go to jail."

When he said this, the others also shivered, thinking about the pros and cons.

It's not worth the risk of going to jail for 100 million without evidence.

"You will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life, or continue wandering, you choose one."

I picked a corner with few people and sat down, and said softly.

There must be brave men under great rewards. Although most of them are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, I believe there will still be a few who will choose to fight.

"I will stay here for the next day, and I only have one chance."

The dozen or so homeless people around were silent.

After a while, several of them left one after another. I knew that they were going to find a way to find their mobile phones.

As locals, although they are homeless, they must have more ways than I do.

All I have to do now is wait.

It is definitely worth 100 million yuan to change a phone. After all, 100 million yuan is nothing to me, but the value of a phone call to my current situation is immeasurable.

Until late at night, there were not many homeless people staying near me.

A few of them seemed to have other thoughts and stared at me maliciously.

I'm not worried about what they'll do to me, though.

For one thing, I don't have anything of value on me.

Secondly, they are not my opponent together.

However, I didn't expect that it was my carelessness that caused me to fall into danger again.

When the sky was getting dark, the remaining homeless people also left one after another, but they should have gone to beg for food. I could see the unwillingness on their faces, but they just shrugged their shoulders indifferently.

Hours later, one of the homeless men who had left earlier returned.

He was out of breath as he ran up to me.

"What you want!"

He handed me broken old phones one by one, the paint on the shell was almost peeled off, "Here you are! I found it after rummaging in the junkyard all night!"

I had an inexplicable feeling that I was being tricked, but I still endured and took over this mess.

Didn't expect it to work.

It's a pity that I don't have a phone card, so I can't make calls.

I shook my head.

A look of disappointment suddenly appeared on the face of the homeless man, and he sat down on the side, closed his eyes, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

It's also a good sign.

I glanced at him and sighed inwardly.

I hope that the mobile phones brought by several other people can be used.

Half an hour passed, I was bored, and I happened to catch a glimpse of a black car parked on the side of the street in the distance. A beggar who had left earlier got out of the car, followed by a man in a jacket.

The homeless man pointed at me carefully, muttering something.

Ok?
Suddenly, I noticed something strange.

The homeless man who couldn't get enough to eat actually got out of the few cars worth 50 yuan. There must be something tricky about it.

I don't believe any rich man would be so kind as to give a bum a ride.

It was clearly aimed at me.

Looking around, several unattractive men are slowly approaching where I am.

"Hey, are you a fugitive?"

At this moment, the homeless man who was sleeping next to me half-closed his eyes and turned over, "I know the man in the jacket, he is a local policeman, he is probably here to arrest you, you can't escape. "

really.

I got it right.

The man in the jacket is the policeman, and the homeless man in front of him is the one who reported me.

If there is no way to get 100 million, I will find a way to expose me. If I am a fugitive, I can still get a bounty.

smart people.

I sneered and slowly sat up straight.

There were at least a dozen people who approached me. It was a bit difficult to run. God knows how many police forces they deployed.

And I have heard a little about the style of these American policemen, and conflicts are definitely not the best choice.

But you can't just raise your hands and surrender...

A few moments later, a few homeless men who rushed to look for my mobile phone not far away were stopped by plainclothes police and detained.

Many pedestrians around also noticed the situation here and stopped to watch the excitement.

"I surrender!"

Helpless, I could only squat down and put my head in my hands.

Hope to get the best result and send him back to his country.

But I also know that such a lucky thing will never happen to me, and those people in the company must be paying close attention to my whereabouts.

It won't be long before he is arrested, and the people from the company will find someone to come to his door.

"Report, the suspect has been arrested!"

Ten minutes later, I was handcuffed and taken to a police car.

The feeling of being restrained is certainly uncomfortable, but there is no other good way for a while, so I can only make do with it for the time being.

"Ah……"

On the co-pilot, the man in the jacket looked back at me and said with a sneer, "There are a lot of accomplices, wanted criminals."

"The wanted?"

I was stunned, and asked subconsciously, "What crime have I committed?"

"Smuggling."

The man in the jacket said coldly, "We haven't found any of your identity information for the whole night, and you will have to explain it to us in a short time."

Can't find your identity information?
Obviously, this is what the old professor did.

His original intention should be to prevent those people from the company from finding my relatives, but now... things are a little tricky.

Not long after, I was taken to the police station and locked in a small dark room.

The facilities are extremely simple, with only a table, two chairs, and cameras with red lights in the corners of the four walls.

"呲-"

The door opened, and the man in the jacket walked in with a pen and paper, apparently about to record a statement.

But what should I tell him?

Cyborg U.S. ambassador?

Believe it or not, I'm afraid he will treat me as a psychopath and beat me up as soon as I say it.

"Stowaway, you're in luck."

But to my surprise, the man in the jacket just came in and said something that made me lose my head.

Immediately, he explained.

"Someone paid you a lot of money to bail you out. You can go. I will discuss the details with your lawyer."