Ye Ningyuan found little information on the computer, except for one ssage: "Interpol has transferred Wushuang to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. From today onwards, Wushuang is the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s number one wanted criminal and is no longer under Interpol’s jurisdiction."
The transfer of departnts ant the nature of the cri had changed.
It had gone from a simple international cri to counter-espionage, terrorism, and drug offenses—multiple charges, all falling under Federal jurisdiction.
Xu Nuo frowned. Carter had been pursuing Wushuang for so many years without any results. It seed that under pressure, he had no choice but to transfer her to the FBI and add so many more charges to her.
But the question was, what did Wushuang’s cris have to do with Wen Nuan?
Xu Nuo was completely baffled.
The information he received after making over a dozen phone calls was almost identical to what Ye Ningyuan had found. The specific reason was unknown; it seed to be a last-minute decision by the highest-ranking official and not recorded in the case.
Wen Nuan had beco quite famous in the United States recently, as an artist. With such a special status, weren’t they afraid of attracting controversy?
Cheng Anya was worried about Wen Nuan and Fei Mo; this night was extrely difficult for her.
"Mommy, don’t worry. If Fei Mo can’t solve it, Nuonuo and I will go to Arica." Ye Ningyuan gently comforted Cheng Anya. Having more people wouldn’t be of much use; he and Xu Nuo’s people could all contact Ye Fei Mo to handle things, so it didn’t matter whether they were in Arica or not.
That was all they could do for now.
When Wen Nuan woke up, everything was dark, with water dripping down. It felt like she was in a huge basent. She was tied to a chair, her feet shackled, unable to move. What shocked Wen Nuan the most was that her top had been removed, leaving her only in a low-cut tank top. A cold wind was blowing from the basent, and Wen Nuan was terrified. There was a light on the basent ceiling, and the walls looked very old. On a table nearby were many instrunts of torture, and there were many chains on the basent ceiling... It was clearly a prison cell.
"Who’s there?" Having been in Arica, she was used to speaking English, her accent still not quite perfect. She vaguely saw several people standing in the shadows, but couldn’t make out clearly because the bright spotlights were shining on her, almost blinding her. She couldn’t see who was in the shadows, or who had kidnapped her. Since coming to Arica, she had been a model student and actress, never offending anyone. Who wanted to kidnap her?
The lights dimd slightly, and Wen Nuan finally adjusted. Directly in front of her were several chairs, occupied by a Black man and a White man, both very tall, strong, and looking quite dashing. Besides them, there were several n in black suits. About ten ters away, a refined-looking man looked at her with pity, seemingly deeply sympathetic to her plight. Wen Nuan
asked uneasily, "Who are you?"
"My na is Will Robert," the Black man said with a smile, appearing very polite.
"Daniel Smith," the White man said, his attitude also quite mild.
Will and Daniel were complete strangers to Wen Nuan, who had no idea why she had been kidnapped. Having experienced a kidnapping in Ro before, she was much calr this ti, less panicked, though tinged with a vague unease.
It was precisely this calmness that aroused the FBI’s suspicion, making them question her identity and background.
Most won brought to such a place would be screaming and shouting, demanding her release. Arica, a place that champions human rights and freedom, clearly showed her composure.
Daniel picked up a piece of white paper from the table: "Wen Nuan, Chinese-Arican artist, ex-wife of Ye Feimo, president of Anning International, currently studying acting at XXX University, parents are businessn." Wen Nuan
frowned. She didn’t care what they were saying; she felt intensely angry about her current situation. She was bound, her feet cuffed, her top and coat removed, leaving her only in a low-cut tank top. She could see glimpses of her chest whenever she looked down, making her extrely uncomfortable, especially in the underground interrogation room with so many n.
She was furious and demanded sharply, "Could you please put a piece of clothing on ?"
Several detectives standing nearby laughed, "Aren’t you a celebrity? Celebrities can strip in front of a national audience, what’s a little exposure of your shoulders? Don’t be so coy." Wen Nuan
narrowed her eyes coldly, her aura intimidating, "Even if I stripped in front of the whole world, without the internet and movie tickets, you wouldn’t have the right to see."
The n’s expressions changed slightly. Will picked up a photo on the table; it showed a butterfly tattoo. He asked, "Listen, girl, don’t be so quick to judge. Do you recognize this butterfly tattoo?"
"Who are you?" Wen Nuan asked, enunciating each word clearly. "This is illegal detention. I don’t care who you are, I want to see my lawyer. I have the right not to answer any of your questions."
"That’s only if you can see your lawyer," Daniel said. "Ms. Wen, I think you’d better cooperate; it’ll make everyone happy." Wen
Nuan silently looked at them, sizing them up. Who were they? What did they want? She genuinely didn’t know. The photo showed a butterfly birthmark, its color exactly the sa as the one on her shoulder, without any difference.
"They might have taken the picture. Is having a birthmark a cri?"
Despite their rudeness, Wen Nuan didn’t intend to say a word or cooperate.
The refined-looking man standing at a distance said, "FBI, Ms. Wen, you’d better cooperate."
Wen Nuan was shocked, montarily doubting her ears. She’d only ever heard that word in Hollywood movies—impressive, powerful, all-powerful, solving countless rare cases.
This was a completely different world from her own.
She never imagined she’d be invited by the FBI, especially in such a humiliating way. The refined-looking man continued, "This is an underground interrogation room. You are suspected of several cris, including counter-espionage, drug offenses, and endangering the security of the US governnt. Ms. Wen, you’d better cooperate with us. Perhaps you’ll be out soon, or perhaps you’ll stay here forever."
His pronunciation was perfect, and his speech was slow, seemingly considering Wen Nuan’s slightly grammatically incorrect and not-so-accurate English, so he spoke deliberately to allow her to process his aning.
Wen Nuan completely understood what he was saying, but what she couldn’t understand was why she was suspected of counter-espionage, drug cris, and endangering governnt security. Wasn’t that absurd?
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