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Aveline was worried, so she put on make–up temporarily, darkening her skin color, and there were still some tiny pockmarks on her
face.
Even an acquaintance might not be able to recognize her when standing in front of her.
She slowly pulled down the quilt, revealing her black face, “Comrade police, is something wrong? I’m a little seasick, I’m sorry,”
“We are aiming to catch a drug lord. Please cooperate with us in a simple investigation.”
The policewoman took out her notepad and started asking, “What’s your name? Occupation? Where are you going? How many people are there on the boat?”
Aveline was still calm and calm and said the answer calmly.
“Okay, no problem, excuse me.”
Just as the policewoman was about to leave, she suddenly thought of something and took out a pill from her pocket. “That’s right. I have seasickness pills here. They are very effective.”
“Thank you.” Aveline stretched out her hand, and the policewoman’s eyes fell on her flawless, flawless, boneless hands.
Aveline’s heart moved. It’s over. Her skin color was different from her face.
Fortunately, the policewoman didn’t say anything. She stuffed the notebook into her bag and stood up to say goodbye: “Then you have a good rest.”
By the time the policewoman left, a thin layer of sweat was already forming on Aveline’s back.
God knows, her heart almost jumped out of her chest at that moment.
The two left. Bryce and Aveline, who had put on makeup, looked at each other and smiled. “It’s okay now. It may take a while before we are released.”
“Okay.”
It was getting darker and darker, and the whole sky seemed to be dyed in ink.
The heavy rain showed no sign of letting up. It plopped down on the glass windows, leaving behind transparent traces.
Aveline took a shower and leaned on the bed, wearing a white coral velvet nightgown.
Cali nestled comfortably in her arms, snoring with his eyes closed.
She was able to read through the pages of the book, and unknowingly she read through most of it, and found that she hadn’t calmed down yet.
Looking outside through the window, there are some faint lights on the dark sea, like pearls lost in the sea.
She yawned, feeling sleepy, and was about to close the book and sleep.
Blades whirring.
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However, the sound of the helicopter propeller clearly sounded through the sea and directly reached her eardrums.
Aveline’s drowsiness immediately disappeared without a trace.
It’s raining so heavily and the weather is not suitable for flying at all. Who would risk their lives by flying in a helicopter?
Isn’t it anti–narcotics?
Aveline’s finally calm heart began to beat wildly at that moment. As the sound of the helicopter got closer and closer, the book in her hand accidentally fell to the ground.
The violent noises awoke Cali, and it opened its eyes, unhappy, and looked outside.
It didn’t matter, but Aveline was also frightened.
At some point, their boat was surrounded by a circle of Coast Guard boats.
At that moment, all the lights on the Coast Guard ships were aimed at their ship.
Aveline realized something was wrong, so she dropped the book and fled the cabin in a panic.
Bryce had already arrived on the deck one step ahead of her. It was like they were surrounded by lions and illuminated by several lights, with nowhere to escape.
The waves on the sea were very strong, and the sea wind roared.
Bryce’s voice was still gentle. He looked at her apologetically, “Aveline, I’m sorry, it seems that we have been set up.”
Aveline stared straight at the giant battleship heading towards her not far away.
Compared with their boats, the difference was like the difference between a small turtle and a big turtle.
In the bright light, she saw a man standing on the boat.
Jordan was holding an umbrella for him behind him while he stood on the bow of the boat, the coat on his shoulders being blown around by the sea breeze.
He was like a superior admiral, with his hands on the railing and looking down at her coldly opening his lips.
Aveline knew that he said something.
Aveline, you can’t escape.
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