Chapter 893 He is not this kind of person. You must have missed some detail.

Qin Chuan raised his eyes to look at Ji Ranqing and motioned for him to take Wang Ranran down.

Ji Ranqing looked unwilling and felt very unhappy.

But one good thing about him is that he obeys Master's arrangements unconditionally.

So Ji Ranqing half hugged and half hugged Wang Ranran and Jiang Fang to the wine cellar in the basement to find red wine.

Seeing his sister leaving, Qin Chuan calmly took his mobile phone and walked towards the infinity pool in the backyard.

Standing at the infinity pool, looking down Beverly Hills, you can overlook the mansion courtyards on the mountainside.

In one of the European-style retro mansions, the lights are brightly lit, and the colorful disco lights are flashing.

The courtyard of the villa was crowded with people, and the party was filled with ecstatic sounds.

Qin Chuan just stood and looked at his phone from time to time.

Franklin walked over and glanced at Qin Chuan's cell phone.

I saw Qin Chuan constantly refreshing a user homepage of Douyin.

Franklin was filled with doubts.

Why would such a strong person in the information be humiliated and remain indifferent? Is it just a matter of money?

But he already has so much money that he will never be able to spend it all in several lifetimes.

Just as Franklin was thinking, Qin Chuan stopped, sliding his thumb on the screen, and an intriguing smile appeared on his face.

"Xiao Fu, sit here for a while, I'll be back soon."

Franklin was stunned and said, "Sir, where are you going?"

Qin Chuan raised his hand and pointed to the mansion not far away where a party was being held. "I said I would come to the door, so I will come."

Franklin turned around subconsciously, but he didn't see Wang Ranran and others coming back with drinks.

"Mr. Qin, you haven't got your wine back yet."

"No need, I was thinking about letting them have a sip before leaving. Later I felt that they had drunk enough, and they would not be short of this sip of wine from my house."

Franklin was stunned by Qin Chuan's words.

Then, Qin Chuan jumped down from the mountain in front of his eyes.

From his own villa, he jumped towards the other party's villa.

This miraculous leap stunned Franklin.

Is this okay?

Watching Qin Chuan leave step by step.

Franklin took out his cell phone and dialed the number of the FBI director.

After the call was connected, he didn't be polite to the other party, and came up with a rap-style description.

He recounted the ins and outs of what had just happened.

"Director, is our information wrong? The Qin Chuan in the information is determined to retaliate and is extremely ruthless. Logically speaking, this stick, after being so humiliated today, should be sent to the morgue for autopsy by now. I think It doesn’t make sense. Is it because of me? Is he afraid of my presence? Or is he afraid of taking action because of my face?”

Hearing his subordinates boasting again, Jennifer Kelly couldn't help but said, "Franklin, do you think it's you who has more face, or I, the FBI Director and the Secretary of State of the United States, who has more face? Qin Chuan dared to destroy the entire Crips Gang in front of us, do you think Can you stop him from killing those two people?"

Jennifer frowned slightly and continued, "You must have forgotten some details in your statement. Please carefully recall what happened just now, in all its details, and describe it to me again."

Just as Franklin was about to speak, Jennifer suddenly interrupted, "Don't use a rap voice, use a radio voice!"

Franklin swallowed, cleared his throat, and retold the plot in a formal manner...

Jennifer listened and suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute, what is the name of that guy from Bangzi Country?"

"Hapi Group, their group has business dealings with Mr. Qin's Shen Group."

Jennifer opened the tablet next to her and started searching for news related to the two groups.

Franklin, who was on the other end of the phone, continued to use a broadcasting voice and repeated the words clearly.

Although Jennifer was multitasking, she pointed out a detail in Franklin's statement.

"Wait a minute... Qin Chuan asked her sister and the three of them to go to the basement wine cellar to get wine, but he went to the other party's house without waiting for his sister to come back with the wine?"

"Yes, Director."

Jennifer rolled her eyes, "What kind of wine does Qin Chuan want?"

Franklin recalled it and said, "The 1999 wine of Antarctica Dolica Estate."

"Asshole! Such important information, why didn't you make it clear in your first statement!"

Franklin looked confused and aggrieved after being scolded.

"Director...Is this...is this important? Mr. Qin left without getting the wine."

"Franklin, you are still a senior FBI agent. Use your brain to think about where the vineyards in Antarctica come from and how the wine is produced!"

When Franklin heard this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

yes! How could I ignore such an important detail?

Damn Antarctica, where can it be a place where grapes are grown?

With Jennifer's tip, Franklin suddenly woke up.

"Qin Chuan said it on purpose, a wine that does not exist, and he deliberately drove away his sister..."

"Franklin, please continue speaking. You must speak carefully and don't miss any detail."

Cold sweat broke out on Franklin's forehead.

He reorganized his thoughts, and this time he became more serious.

"Then Qin Chuan and I came to the backyard, and we stood here looking down at the mountain."

"What did you talk about?"

"We only had a few idle words, and Mr. Qin jumped off the mountain directly."

"Recall again what details you missed in your conversation."

Franklin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and carefully recalled the scene just now.

While he was thinking, Jennifer was not idle either.

She has been browsing news about the two groups on the Internet.

Suddenly, Franklin said, "Details... Director, does Qin Chuan's playing Douyin count as a detail?"

"Brush Douyin?"

"Yes, Mr. Qin was browsing Douyin before he jumped from home. To be precise, he seemed to be browsing someone's Douyin homepage."

Jennifer listened to Franklin's retelling and felt that something was wrong in every detail.

"Whose Douyin homepage is it?"

Franklin was immediately troubled.

He thought Qin Chuan was just passing time and didn't pay much attention.

But, fortunately, Franklin is a top FBI agent.

The memory is still stronger than that of ordinary people.

I am still slightly impressed by the account name on the homepage.

Franklin quickly took out his spare cell phone.

Try entering the account name from memory into the search box.

Then compare the account's avatar with the fuzzy avatar in memory.

This move is an essential skill for agents to use for fuzzy searches.

After several minutes of silent searching.

Franklin suddenly shouted "I found it! I found it!"

Jennifer quickly asked "What account is it?"

Franklin clicked on the avatar with his finger to enter the other party's homepage.

The next second, his pupils suddenly shrank...