Because it is only surveillance, and the target is a large taxpayer, the LAPD cannot show too obvious hostility without conclusive evidence, so there is only one monitoring point, and two groups of police detectives work in shifts.

Well, there is another very important reason, that is, Bradford doesn't want to investigate and Bill wants to investigate, so Bill has a limited number of people at his disposal, and there are other police information on Philson's side, and Bill can only send this police force.

And now that there is a sudden crash, there is no police force here, and it is good that the monitoring point has not been removed and Harvey and they have gone to support other more dangerous places.

Liszt did not leave immediately, but got into Harvey's car and remotely controlled the drone to investigate.

"Sir, this is a private manor and you can't enter."

Liszt, who once again sacrificed an African-American vest, successfully entered Beverly Hills by virtue of his FBI status.

Liszt looked at the serious bodyguard calmly: "The FBI is handling the case, if you still want to keep your job and don't want reporters to attack your post when you are on duty, don't ask why, open the door for me." ”

"No, I want Mr. Chillerson's consent." Thirty or forty years old, Luthor, a gun-wielding security guard of the lodge who weighs well for his age, is resolute.

"Okay, of course you can ask, but I'm not sure Mr. Chillerson would mind if one more person would know about my meeting with him, please!"

Luthor hesitated, he had been a bodyguard in Beverly Hills for a long time, and his knowledge was different from that of ordinary people, and he knew very well what it meant to be strict for a long time, and secrecy was a necessary quality to keep this job that paid well.

Claiming to be a secret guest of the FBI or Hiromerson, Luthor has already figured out that the arms dealer bribed federal agents to make some kind of secret deal, such as selling FBI secrets to Immerson.

Luthor admits that he usually watches too many spy movies, so when the FBI handed him two Franklins, he played the role of a qualified janitor, taking money to do things...... Wait: "Who are you and I?"

As soon as the words fell, there were three more tickets, and when Luthor was struggling whether to accept it when he saw it or hold on to it and wait for the other party to raise the price, he saw the other party stretching his hand into his arms, and sure enough, he would still add money...... Wait a minute, there's usually something on the inside of an FBI suit in a suit.

"OK, you convinced me, you can go in, rest assured that I am a professional and I will never talk nonsense."

Liszt put the anesthetic needle back into the system space, and if the insatiable guy was not satisfied, he could only give this guy the same treatment as the two policemen outside.

Look at the security of this Beverly Hills, you can get in for a little money, it seems that the matter of buying a property here has to be delayed a little longer, it is too unsafe.

In fact, Luthor also has his own reasons, he knows that the FBI usually handles cases in teams of two, and now only one person has appeared, and at the same time, the FBI will never bribe others, their attitudes are usually arrogant and rude, how can they bribe a security guard, but the one in front of him, he did.

So Luthor was even more sure that the federal agent had come to Hemmerson for some kind of deal, so he let him go, because he was thinking about Hemmerson, and the money was also collected because he needed to be rewarded for his efforts.

No matter how much Luthor mentally tried to find reasons for his actions that would convince others and convince himself, Liszt managed to sneak into Hemmerson's villa.

As soon as Liszt walked into the garden of the villa, two black suits greeted him and stretched out their hands to block his way: "Sir, this is the house of the dead, please leave immediately!"

"I know this is a dead man's house, and the FBI is handling the case, so please cooperate."

"FBI? Are you kidding, how do you prove it?"

"Proof? I can certainly prove it, look here. "Liszt's 30 points of spiritual power, although it is not yet to the extent of controlling things in the air, but it can still be done simply to confuse other people's consciousness, not absolutely, and some strong-willed people Liszt is not able to influence it for the time being.

Raff didn't know why he listened to the self-proclaimed African-American agent of the FBI, but he felt that a voice in his heart was telling him that he couldn't be wrong to do what the person in front of him said.

In this way, Raff was guided by Liszt, and his eyes followed Liszt's hand as he moved.

"Raff, what are you doing?"

"What else can I do, I'm checking his work papers."

Raff replied impatiently, completely oblivious to a hand crawling up his neck.

Hemmerson put his phone on the table and watched TV for a while and stared at the phone screen, damn there was no news until now, and Immerson found that he couldn't count on Fox TV, and he decided to send his security team out.

Now that so many people are paying attention, Hemerson knows that it can't be more obvious no matter how arrogant he is.

Suddenly, security boss Dick barged in: "Boss, there's an FBI out there to see you." ”

"FBI?

Hemmerson didn't care about any federal agents, just like in California, where the state legislator he supported was still in his seat, no one could touch him in California.

Even if the FBI were federal, he wouldn't be able to control him in California or Los Angeles.

Receiving a reply from Hirosson, Dick respectfully exited the door.

Chillerson didn't take it seriously at all, he thought it was just a rejection of an FBI agent, what could it be?

"Can't you really let me in?"

"Sorry sir, the boss won't meet you."

"What arrogance!"

"What do you say? Please be respectful!"

Liszt tilted his head slightly, revealing a standard eight-toothed smile, and his teeth were white against the black skin.

"Sheriff Bill, I have received reliable information that this plane accident is likely to be man-made, may I ask if you are taking the suspect in this case now?"

Chillerson watched as the Fox reporter stopped Bill Hollister in small steps, happily waiting to see Latrizi's embarrassment.

"You take him away first." Bill's act of handing over the hooded Ratrizi to a colleague and taking him back to the police station immediately drew resentment from reporters: "No, I want to see his face, you can't take him away, the people have the right to know who caused this disaster." ”

As he spoke, the reporter also wanted to cross Bill to chase Ratrizi and the others who were being escorted, but Bill turned around and grabbed the reporter's shoulder, and grabbed the reporter with both hands and half-squatted on the ground in a set of grappling techniques similar to those in the Chinese police fighting technique.

The reporter didn't give up, he wanted to break free by brute force, but the shoulder pain just now made him cry out: "I will sue you, you have no right to do this." ”

Bill took out the handcuffs from his waist: "No, you are wrong, the first police officer has the right to take strong measures when he is obstructed in the normal process of law enforcement." Second, the accident is still under investigation, and our police are rescuing the survivors of the accident, and as a result, you have decided that this incident is man-made, and I have every reason to suspect that you or the so-called insider in your mouth is the mastermind of this incident, and now I will formally arrest you, and if you have any doubts, follow me to the police station to explain. ”

After saying that, Bill turned his head to the camera that was still shooting: "This is a live broadcast, right?" Remember to broadcast my words word for word, I don't want to see you make random editings and distort what I mean. ”

“SHIT!”

Hemmerson looked at the serious and righteous face on the screen, and felt that the other party's scrutinizing eyes were looking at him, as if to say: I have my eye on you!

This feeling was very unpleasant, and an angry Hemmerson smashed the precious goblet containing tens of thousands of precious red wines.

"Mr. Hammerson, get out of here!"

Dick, the leader of the bodyguards, who had just left, barged in, shouting loudly.

Chillerson, who was in a bad mood, frowned and scolded: "Dick, I don't want the person in charge of my safety to be a frizzy reckless man, and you don't even look as good as a reckless man now, your performance makes me have to consider whether to change the bodyguard captain." ”

"That's a good idea, I agree!"

Dick was about to explain, when suddenly a sharp blade pierced out of Dick's body, and an unfamiliar voice sounded.

Looking at Dick's unwilling collapse and the figure that suddenly appeared and approached in the doorway, Hemerson sprang up and tumbled behind the couch like a frightened bird, and his movements were not as nimble as he should have for his age.

"Wow, it's really worthy of being an arms dealer, this consciousness is different, but do you think you can escape in this way, so many of your subordinates outside have not been able to stop me!"

Originally, after Liszt's assassination failed that night, Dick had warned Hemmerson to strengthen the security of the villa, but Chillerson did not think it was necessary.

It's not that he trusts the security of Beverly Hills, but that Chillerson thinks the killer can't get in at all, because from inside the police, it's a thug named Moxie who wants to kill him, for the gun business.

This kind of thing is too common for him, there are too many ordinary people and competitors who want him to die, and a gangster is a garlic.

In addition, there is a LAPD on the periphery to help with security for free.

"Who are you? Smith? Impossible, Smith should be at the Hollywood Mall by now. ”

"You're right, I'm not Smith, my name is Taba and I'm from South Africa."

"South Africa?" Immerson's heart moved, he was not interested in knowing why this South African named Taba could come to the United States and become a federal agent, God knows if the FBI was stealing business with the CIA again.

But Hemmerson felt that he should still be saved, in his opinion, South Africa was very poor, or that all countries in the rest of the world, except for a few European countries such as the United States, were "rural", and most of the people who came out of this kind of place would soon become obsessed with the prosperity of the United States, and to have this prosperity needed one thing.

Money, dollars

The best proof of this is that Taba, a self-proclaimed federal agent, killed all his bodyguards and wanted to kill him, and in Immerson's opinion, Taba must have been hired by someone else to kill him in order to make extra money.

"Tell me, how much money do you want to let me go, no matter who asks you to kill me, I'm willing to pay double."

"No, no, Mr. Hammerson, I said I was an FBI, not a killer."

Chillerson didn't believe this kind of nonsense, but he couldn't say it explicitly: "The FBI also needs money, I can spend money to buy my own life, you are just working, there is no reason not to take more money." ”

"No need, I can still get the money after killing you, I want to know more than this, who did you get the information about the LAPD from?"

"Why? It's not going to work for you."

"No, it's useful to me, you just think I want to be promoted."

"I don't know, I bought it from the intelligence market for money, and I don't know who it is."

"It's okay, maybe you'll find out in a while."

"No, no, I really don't know......" Chillerson suddenly got up and opened fire, just after chatting for a while, Hemmerson found that this Taba didn't seem to be in it for money or not just for money, he even wanted to know his inside information in the police, this was something else at all.

Hemmerson ran out of bullets from a gun, and then looked at a shadow of a man in front of him, and when he wanted to turn around and run, a gun was put against the back of his head.