Blackstone Code Chapter 9: Give to Wuhemseme Kale Convex C

With a loud "bang", a chair fell apart in Michael's hands, and his partner hurriedly stopped him and the "informer", trying to calm Michael down as much as possible.

Today's operation was a complete failure. Whether it was Lynch, who made a temporary raid to deliver goods, or another team that searched his temporary residence, nothing was found at all.

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

Failure to act means that Michael will lose face in front of his colleagues. The hierarchy and position within the IRS make this special department unimaginably competitive.

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

But if this failed operation disturbs Lynch and Fox and causes subsequent plans to fail, then he will become a laughing stock and don't expect to be promoted for two or three years.

While the vast majority of people put the blame on others when they encounter problems and troubles, Michael blamed the failure on informants who gave unreliable information.

So he invited the informant to the room, then in a fit of rage and growls, he raised the chair and slammed it on his back.

"Do you know how much I lost because of your erroneous information?" As he struggled to break free from his partner's obstruction, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the painful looking man lying on the table. informant.

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

The newsboys will tell the mastheads what they find different, which is another job between the mastheads and the newsboys.

They may not give the newsboys any remuneration for this. There is no money or reward, but the newsboys are still obedient to do so in exchange for harsh favors.

Some smart investigators and detectives have some similar informants, and a masthead does not only serve a certain upper house.

Everyone comes out to buy and sell information not for a sense of justice and morality, but for money, and there is no need to advertise themselves as too noble.

There are people like Michael, but not many, and it's a stupid move to take anger on someone online.

The muscles of the face were twisted and tangled because the back of the masthead was smashed by the chair. His eyes glowed with hatred, and the hatred soon became docile.

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

Michael took the girl and left behind some evidence, such as the tape of his confession and his handwritten criminal history with his fingerprints.

"I didn't lie, the child in my hand gave him nearly 1,500 yuan of change, I swear I didn't lie!" He defended himself and prayed that this terrible thing would pass soon .

He seems to have forgotten that there was a girl who prayed like this, but didn't get the result she hoped for.

Michael pushed his partner away and walked to the edge of the table. He grabbed the masthead by the hair and punched him. His partner stood aside and did not continue to block.

As long as Michael doesn't use things, he won't interfere too much. At least he can't kill people with his bare hands, but he can take things. He does this just to prevent accidents, and he doesn't really want Michael to behave violently.

Of course, if it really kills people, it's not impossible to solve it, but it will be a little more troublesome, and there are a lot of things to deal with.

The city of Sabine is a small city. Whether it is the investigation bureau or the tax bureau, they are very familiar with the court people. They will not send a government worker with a bright future to a person who is on the gray edge. Sentenced to death.

To a large extent, they can be acquitted in court. After all, some minor accidents in the process of chasing down fugitives are acceptable to people.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

After punching several times in a row until the masthead's cheeks were swollen high and deformed, Michael put down his fist.

He shook his hands, picked up the glass of water on the table and raised it, pouring cold water on the head of the masthead.

The water slid down his hair, causing his vague consciousness to wake up immediately, and then the intense pain and the numbness of partial loss of consciousness made him a little... at a loss.

It hurts a lot, but he doesn't know exactly where it hurts.

"The person who arranged for you will send him five thousand yuan in change this afternoon, and then we will arrest the scene!" Michael quickly found a way. He glanced back at his partner, who nodded slightly in agreement his plan.

From a judicial point of view, it is illegal to be suspected of "inducing a crime", and all the behaviors and evidence collected by the suspect in this process have no legal effect.

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 some things that won't make trouble outside.

Sometimes it is normal for front-line detectives to manipulate the chain of evidence a little so that criminals can successfully subdue the law. Everyone has long been accustomed to it.

He tugged at the masthead's hair again, and tore his hair back, forcing him to lift his stupid face with half of his swollen cheek to look at himself, "Do you understand?"

The dodging gaze of the masthead dissipated the anger in Michael's heart and some emotions he couldn't describe. He was still the Michael who couldn't be "rejected", not the guy who was suddenly timid and gave in.

"Yes... I understand..."

Michael let go of his hand, wet hair let some water stains fall on his palm, he reached out and wiped back and forth on the clothes of the masthead, and then patted the swollen face, in the misery of the masthead He left with a satisfied smile in the cry.

The room returned to calm, and the gaze of the masthead changed from a very short period of hatred, hatred, and madness to gradually becoming more docile.

He stood up slowly, and just straightened his back, there was a sharp pain that made him hunched over his upper body. He picked up the hat and put it on his head, paused for a minute or two, and left. On the other side of this room~IndoMTL.com~, Lynch, who returned to the temporary residence from the laundromat, looked at the room that had been turned upside down and immediately chose to call the police.

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

Soon the police came. They looked at the scene and immediately came to a judgment. In addition, Lynch said that he lost five hundred dollars. This is obviously a case of burglary, and the amount is not small. .

As for how to detect it, it depends on Lynch's luck. In the words of the 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 will be difficult for Lin Qi recovered the loss.

That basically means that this case is over.

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

The policeman who was standing at the door and in charge of taking the scene took back his attention from his colleague, and then looked at Lynch, "Yes?"

"I remember, I also lost a gold ring, which was a gift I was going to give to my girlfriend. It was engraved with 'My Beloved Catherine'..." He sighed regretfully, "I should have carried it!"

The police were more sympathetic to the young man. He wrote this small detail at the bottom of the scene record and comforted, "This is a very important clue. If that guy wants to let go of his hands in the near future, maybe he will found by us."

"Anything else to add?"

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

The policeman withdrew the pen, holding the clipboard, he held the brim of his hat, "Wait for our good news, young man!"