Blackstone Code

With a loud "bang", a chair fell apart in Michael's hand. His partner hurriedly stopped him and the "informer", trying to let Michael calmed down.

Today's operation completely failed. Whether it was Lynch who was temporarily rushing to deliver the goods, or the other team searching his temporary residence, simply did not find any abnormalities.

Don't say they found at least 5,000 change in the online population. They didn't even see one yuan of change, whether it was Lynch himself or in that room.

The failure of the action means that Michael will lose face in front of his colleagues. The hierarchy and job relations within the Federal Tax Bureau make this special department unimaginable by outsiders.

Everyone wants to be a "secret agent", not an "investigator". Michael is the one who has a good chance of being promoted.

But if this failed action disturbs Lynch and Fox and causes the follow-up plan to fail, then he will become a laughing stock, and don't expect to be promoted in two or three years.

When overwhelming majority people encounter problems and troubles, they will put the blame on others. Michael blamed this failure on the informant who gave unreliable information.

So he asked the informant to this room, then raised the chair amidst the rage and roar, and fiercely fell on his back.

"Do you know how much I lost because of your misinformation?", while struggling to break free from his partner's block, he stretched his fingers and leaned on the table to watch An informant who looks very painful.

The informant is a masthead, and the main intelligence channels in Sabine City and other cities are in the hands of some professional intelligence collection agencies and mastheads.

The newsboys will tell masthead about some different things they find. This is another job between masthead and the newsboys.

They may not pay the newsboys for this, no money, no rewards, but the newsboys still obediently do so in exchange for harsh favors.

Some smart investigators and agents have similar informants. At the same time, a masthead does not only serve a certain home.

Everyone comes out to buy and sell intelligence not for justice and morality, but for money, so you dont need to put yourself too noble.

There are also people like Michael, but not many. It is a very stupid act to spread anger on the online person.

Masthead's facial muscles were twisted and tangled because of the fiercely smashed back from the chair. His eyes glowed with hatred, and this hatred quickly became docile.

He has a handle in Michael's hands. He had used a young girl before, and something happened later, which happened to be discovered by Michael.

Michael took the girl away, and also left some evidence, such as the recording of his confession and his handwriting and fingerprints of the crime.

"I didn't lie, the child in my hand gave him nearly 1,500 change, I swear I didn't lie!", he defended himself, and prayed that all terrifying things would pass quickly .

He seems to have forgotten that there was a girl who prayed this way, but did not get the result she hoped.

Michael pushed his partner away and walked to the edge of the table. He grabbed masthead by the hair and punched him with a fist. His partner stood on the side without further blocking.

As long as Michael doesn't use things, he won't interfere too much, at least he can't beat people with bare hands, but he can take things. He does this to prevent accidents, not really wanting Michael to be violent.

Of course, if it really kills people, there is no way to solve it. It's just a little troublesome and there are a lot of things to do.

Sabine is a small city. Whether it is the Investigation Bureau or the Tax Bureau, it is very familiar with people in the courts. They will not treat a government with a promising future for a person walking on the edge of gray. The staff was sentenced to death.

To a large extent, it is possible to be acquitted in court. After all, some small accidents in the process of pursuing fugitives are also acceptable things.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

After hitting several punches in a row, when masthead's cheek became swollen and deformed, Michael put it down Raised a fist.

He shook his hands, picked up the cup with water on the table and raised it, and poured cold water on masthead's head.

The water slid down along the hair, making his vague consciousness suddenly awake, and then the intense pain and the numbness of partial unconsciousness made him a little...not knowing what to do.

It hurts, but he doesnt know where it hurts.

"The person who arranged you, give him 5,000 change in this afternoon, and then we will catch the scene!" Michael quickly found a way. He looked back at his partner, who said slightly nodded Agreed to his plan.

From a judicial point of view, the behavior that may be suspected of "inducing crime" is itself illegal, and all the behaviors and evidence collected by the suspect in this process do not have the law Effectiveness.

But this is a small city after all, everyone knows it, there is no need to make each other's faces look bad because of things that won't cause trouble outside.

Sometimes, for front-line detection staff, it is normal to manipulate the evidence chain a little bit to allow criminals to smoothly pass the law. Everyone has long been used to it.

He pulled masthead's hair again, and tore his hair back, so that he had to lift up the stupid face of his swollen cheek to look at himself, "Understand?"

masthead's dodging gaze dissipated the anger in Michael's heart and certain emotions that he couldn't say. He is still the Michael who makes people unable to "reject", not the guy who is suddenly a little timid and gives way.

"Yes...I understand..."

Michael let go of his hand, and his wet hair let some water stains fall on his palm. He reached out to masthead's Wiping the clothes back and forth, then patted that swollen face and left with a smile of satisfaction amidst masthead's screams.

The calm in the room was restored, and masthead's eyes gradually changed from extremely short hatred, hatred, and madness to docile.

He stood up slowly, he just straightened his waist and suddenly there was a heartache that made him squat his upper body, he picked up his hat and pressed it on his head, and paused for two minutes. At the time, left this room.

On the other side, Lynch, who returned to his temporary residence from the laundry shop, immediately chose to call the police when he looked at the chaotic room.

Yes, call the police. He didn't silently assume that nothing happened, although he knew what happened here.

The police arrived soon. They looked at the scene and immediately had a judgment. In addition, Lynch said that he had lost 500 yuan. This was obviously a burglary case, and the amount was not Quite small.

As for how to detect it, it depends on Lynchs luck. In the words of a police officer, no one knows who came in, and there are no witnesses nearby. If the other party does not continue to commit the crime and is caught, It is difficult to recover losses for Lynch.

That basically means that this case ends here.

When the police were about to leave, Lynch suddenly added some clues, "Mr. Police..."

The policeman who was standing at the door and was responsible for taking notes on the scene took back from his colleagues. 'S attention, and then looked towards Lynch, "Yes?"

"I remember, I also lost a gold ring. It was a gift I was going to give to my girlfriend. It was engraved 'My beloved Catherine'...", he regretted sighed, "I should take it with me!"

The police sympathized with this youngster even more. He wrote it at the bottom of the transcript of the scene This little detail, and comfortable, "This is a very important clue. If that guy wants to get rid of in the near future, maybe we will find it."

"Anything else to add?"

Lynch shook the head, "No, no, thank you for coming, sir!"

The policeman retracted the pen, holding the writing board, and he supported the brim of his hat." Waiting for our good news, young man!"