Chapter 911 Research Institute

There is a lot of traffic here, but there are few people. At first glance, it was not a high-rise building. Every household was a villa or a short bungalow. Su Cen was not so stupid. She turned left and right into an alley because she was petite. In a short time, Quinton Richardson lost people. "Sir." Quinton Richardson punched the wall hard. He looked at the dead end in front of him, spit out a curse in his mouth, and was just about to turn away. At the end of the alley, several American policemen suddenly appeared. "Just now, we received an alarm from the whistleblower, saying that we were followed here. We followed you all the way and found that you really acted suspiciously. Please come with us." The American police saw at a glance that Quinton Richardson was not an American. Rough voice thick air way, still holding a baton in his hand. Quinton Richardson's mind turned a thousand times, and at this time his heart had already reacted. He was cheated by Su Cen, a cunning litt