Caller: Baker Istriro.

Details of the case: A house on RD Street in Downtown Downtown, South End of New York City, was deliberately vandalized, and all thirteen iron fences outside the house were bent and pressed into the ground, three of which were twisted and broken into a circle, and three people could not leave because their necks were trapped in the curved circle formed by the iron fence.

In the garden outside the iron bars was a fainted French policeman with a revolver in his hand.

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"Name, Age, Occupation"

At a police station near New York City's Chinatown, Constable John sat in a chair, looking at the papers on the table, questioning the four American citizens in front of him.

At this moment, the four American citizens in front of him were all listless, their arms trembling irregularly, and the thick winter clothes were covered with dirt marks, as if they had just rolled on the mud ground, and faintly there were traces of rust on their clothes.

"Officer, we are the victims"

One of the four, dressed in police uniforms, protested loudly.

John glanced at the protester, his gaze lingering for a moment on the replica French police uniform, and after a few jumps of his eyes, he ignored the protest of the fake French policeman and continued to ask.

If he pretends to be an American policeman, then he can unceremoniously shut up this guy, but he is a French policeman, so he can't control it, and pretending to be a French policeman in the United States, this seems to be no problem.

"Name, age, occupation"

The four of them had no choice but to report their names and occupations in turn.

"Miller Alwyn, 21, airport porter"

"North Alwyn, 20, airport porter"

"Baker Sanchez, 32, factory worker"

"Los Alwyn, 35, airport guard"

John first scribbled the names of the four on the paper, looked at the case introduction on the document, and then continued to ask.

"Why did the four of you break the iron railing outside someone else's house?"

"Officer, we've all been there many times, we're also victims, and the iron railings of that house were broken by someone else," the man in a forged French police uniform protested again, and the French policeman held his hand high in the U.S. police station at this time, like the Statue of Liberty holding a flame.

"Yes, that iron railing was broken by a Chinese, and he also used violence against us"

The remaining three also protested.

The corners of his eyes twitched again for a moment, and John's brow furrowed slightly, and he was very unhappy at this time.

Although he is just the most ordinary police officer, he is at the lowest level in the police station, and he can only deal with some trivial cases similar to this kind of private property destruction at most, but he is also a police officer and a college graduate, and he still has basic common sense.

The four of you strong men who are more than 1.8 meters tall and weigh more than 90 kilograms will be beaten down by a Chinese? And one of you has a gun. Besides, is the iron railing with the thickness of a baby's arm with a transversely welded pillar that a man can bend? If you are freehanded, there are no wrenches and pulley hinges, and Hercules will not want to bend.

Although it is close to Chinatown, although the Chinese kung fu is very powerful, and although it is a standard operation to throw the pot to others, can you make up stories like a little bit, at least, a little more people?

It's hard for me to close the case like this!

Taking a deep breath, John calmed his brow, and then continued to ask:

"Are you, a Chinese man who has just arrived in New York today and asked you to take him to Chinatown with a gold bar?"

"Yes, yes" The four nodded hurriedly, and one of them touched the pocket of his clothes, and then took out a gold bar from his pocket.

"And then because of some conflicts over price, that Chinese guy got into a physical altercation with you?" John looked at the standard three-hundred-gram gold bar, the corners of his eyes twitched for a moment, and continued to ask.

"Yes, it was originally the price he set himself, but after arriving at the destination, he was not satisfied with the price, so we were going to get out of the car to talk about the price, but we didn't expect that as soon as we got off the car, he directly did it to us" The man holding the gold bar said with grievances, and then he showed his bruised and still trembling palms.

"The man was very strong and very fast, and as soon as he got out of the car he knocked North unconscious, and then deliberately broke the fence of Mr. Isteriro's house in front of us, and finally broke the iron fence into a circle and locked us in"

The remaining three added details.

"Alone?" John looked at the new, glittering gold bar, and he decided to give the fools in front of him one last chance.

Although the four fools in front of him tried their best to hide it, John, who graduated from the police academy, had already deduced the truth of the matter.

There is a Chinese, a Chinese newcomer to the United States, and a wealthy Chinese.

This Chinese is the first time to New York, and it may be the first time to the United States, because he doesn't know the road, so he asks around about the location of Chinatown, and when the four people in front of him see this Chinese man dressed gorgeously, they want to slaughter him severely, so they take this person to Chinatown for the price of a gold bar semi-forcedly.

As a result, as soon as they arrived in Chinatown, they originally planned to increase the fare, but they didn't expect the Chinese to be very slippery and slipped away directly, so the four of them had a conflict over a gold bar, and finally fought on the spot, and even broke the iron fence of Berao.

In the end, the few people who calmed down came up with an idea to throw the blame on the Chinese.

With wide eyes open and blinking without mentioning, John looked at the four people in front of him expectantly.

He was also very interested in the Chinese who could take out a gold bar at once, and if he could find this person, then he must check the Hua Rao documents, or whether the Chinese had violated American law.

A gold brick weighs 330 grams, which can be exchanged for nearly 500 dollars, which is a lot of money.

"Yes, there is only one person on the other side"

Here, the bodies of the four of them trembled in unison, they could be said to remember the scene vividly, it would be a fear that they will never forget for the rest of their lives, a thin Chinese, smiling in front of them, one hand easily bent the iron fence the thickness of the baby's arm into a circle, and then lifted the 100-kilogram North high with one hand and stuffed it into the circle.

Hey...

If it was the Chinese who knocked you out, then why didn't he take the gold bricks?

Sighing softly, John was a little disappointed.

Being a bad guy these days requires not only a strong body, but also a little bit of intelligence.

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Outside a large university in New York City.

"Help me translate, a week, a gold bar"

Luo Yun smiled and said to a Chinese college student in front of him who looked very generous.

At this point, Luo Yun's expression suddenly became sluggish.

"Oops, patronizing and scaring those four fools, the gold bar forgot to get it back"