The salvage was the tattered van, the glass of the windows had been shattered by the huge impact force when it entered the sea, and the whole car was flowing with sea water under the crane boom.

The driver's place was empty, and it was not surprising that several coastal policemen were in charge. Faced with Nathan's question, one of the sheriffs explained, "People have an instinctive reaction in desperate situations. We have a lot of experience and we have to salvage several trucks from offshore every year. ”

Normal people, after the vehicle falls into the sea, will desperately open the closed doors and windows to swim out. Those who can struggle to get rid of it have at least one more chance to float.

The problem of water pressure exists, but in such a critical moment, no one is stupid enough to give up their life because of possible pathologies in the internal organs caused by water pressure.

The sheriff pointed to the window of the van: "It stands to reason that the impact of entering the water should not break the glass, but this kind of old-fashioned car itself is a cheap material, so this kind of problem occurs." ”

Mads, the sheriff shook his head, he must have suffocated when he climbed out of the van: "Perhaps, in a month or two, we will find his body in the bay more than 10 nautical miles ahead." ”

Coleman asked Nathan to check the van, and there was nothing but dozens of bundles of newspapers that had been soaked in the sea.

"Wang Lei, can we go to Shane now?" Coleman felt that this incident might be due to some of Shane's persecution methods, which caused Maders to have to go to this most desperate road.

If this is really the reason, the Los Angeles office of the IRS will have to give some compensation to Mads' children! Wife, this is too difficult and a headache, and Coleman is reluctant to think about it.

As he spoke, Shane's voice came from behind him, along with two executives from the inspection office of the State Taxation Bureau.

Shane sincerely apologized to the three of them, who suddenly received a text message from Mads after midnight, telling him to wait this morning to receive all the evidence of Green's tax evasion.

After receiving this inexplicable short message, Shane fell asleep. After thinking about it, he called two executives from the inspection office, and everyone took turns peeking out of the window, and no one wanted or was going to let Mads walk.

They would keep their promise to keep Maddes safe and would not prosecute him, but Mads would also have to appear as a witness, a plan that the IRS office decided early on.

When the newsboy came, it was Shane at the window, and he didn't care at all, not any American. It wasn't until the two cars started chasing each other that Shane realized that by the time they ran downstairs, the SUV and van were gone.

Shane, who had no choice, asked around and called Kaulman, but no one answered. Coleman: They were chasing thrilling at that time, who would care if the phone rings.

Shane was able to find the dock, thanks to the omnipresent reporters, and the live broadcast of the TV station and the live interview pointed the way for the three of Shane.

After a long sigh, Shane agreed to Coleman's request that he report to him and ask for some financial compensation for Mads' children in Las Vegas.

Of course, the indictment will no longer involve Mads, the evidence is sufficient, and Shane has a large package of documents that explain all the issues.

Seeing the commercial vehicle of the State Taxation Bureau go away, and the salvage work here has come to an end, Coleman shrugged: "Let's go, Wang Lei, let's go back and write a report." ”

Back in the car, the SUV sent a slight vibration and began to slide. Wang Lei patted Nathan: "Find a hidden place to stop, don't be in a hurry to go, there is a good show to watch." ”

The crowd on the pier gradually dispersed, the police retreated, the reporters left with their camera equipment, and the crowd of onlookers left.

After another ten minutes or so, three people hiding in an SUV next to a container clearly saw a man wearing a diving suit and carrying a tank of oxygen bubbles coming out as a circle of bubbles emerged.

In the distance, a speedboat is speeding by, and the splash of water cut on both sides is like a beautiful ribbon disappearing.

The people who emerged from the water took off their diving goggles and raised their hands to shake them differently, and the speedboat slowed down and drifted closer.

"This, this is Mads." Nathan was dumbfounded.

Coleman was so angry that he was played a golden cicada in front of an amateur to the extreme, so that the FBI's face was put somewhere, and how could Coleman be embarrassed!

"Let's do it before the speedboat comes." Coleman's face was darker than the sky with an impending rainstorm.

"Why bother." Wang Lei pressed Coleman's shoulder and pointed to the approaching speedboat.

On the speedboat, a woman was holding a baby and screaming desperately. The baby's two weak arms swayed and shook in the air, and Coleman could even see the baby's fingers, scratching around unconsciously.

The cold, hard atrium seemed to be scratched by the still waving little hand to open a gap, Coleman's expression softened, and he spread his hands: "What do you say, let's do it, Wang Lei." ”

Rachel cried and grabbed Maddes' arm, which was already pale in the sea, and Mads smiled and lay on the edge of the speedboat, slowly moving up.

The little baby was caught between his mother and father, looked left and right, and suddenly burst open his mouth and began to cry. Mads and Rachel were in a hurry, one hurriedly taking off their wetsuits, and the other busy holding the child to comfort.

Frankie, who was in front of the speedboat, turned around and shouted, and the speedboat started again. Wang Lei and Coleman got out of the car and walked out, and Nathan sensibly honked several long sirens in succession.

The three big and one small on the speedboat immediately turned around, and Mads's chaotic thinking had stopped. He tried everything he could, just wanting a normal, warm home, but he didn't expect that in the end, everything would be empty.

On the dock, a man in a suit and a fat man stood on the dock, the fat man raised his hand and waved his hand casually, and the pitch-black SUV behind him was like a horse, quietly waiting for the owner.

Sending Wang Lei home, Coleman suddenly smiled: "Nathan, are you tired, if you are not tired, I will invite you to drink." ”

Wang Lei gently opened the door and stretched his head in, fortunately, there was no movement, the women should still be sleeping, after all, it was not yet noon, and they could also go to make up for sleep.

Pushing the door open a little, Wang Lei just entered, and a large bucket of water with countless ice cubes on the door poured down head-on, and the fat man trembled in place.

"Giggle ......", three delicate faces flashed: "Giggle ......"

Li Yuan officially took office at the police station, and his first feeling was that he was leisurely and extremely leisurely.

He is not a person who likes to take power, and a lot of business is lost to the deputy director, and the captain of the security team below. One of his own hands was the signing of the funds, and the other was the command of the two young criminal policemen.

Li Yuan was not used to wearing a police uniform, so when he arrived at the office, he would change into civilian clothes and walk for more than an hour with a large teacup in his arms. He is the director, and no one dares to ask him where he is going or what he is doing.

Today, Li Yuan walked to Wang Lei's community again, here, he and Li Li have come many times before, to pick up the fat man.

At the end of the line of sight, on the 6th floor of that residential building, the curtains were still closed. On the small balcony, a few pots of plants that Li Yuan couldn't name had long since dried up and drooped, without the slightest vitality.

Li Yuan, the clothes left by Mao Qiang, originally wanted to take them to Wang Lei's side, but the seal on the door made it impossible for him to make a mistake. Li Yuan is a rule-abiding person, and opening a lock is a piece of cake for the former serious crime team cadre, but he can only retreat.

Li Yuan put all Mao Qiang's belongings into a suitcase, locked them and put them in the safe in his office, he was still thinking that if one day, the fat man could come back, he wanted to hand it over to him.

Li Yuanzhi said, how much effort Mao Qiang had condensed on that fat man, even if he couldn't say a word a second after he died.

His eyes expressed everything, and Li Yuan knew it very well. He wanted that fat man, one day, he could kneel in front of Mao Qiang's grave and burn all the things in the box to the old captain one by one.

Only in this way will he forgive the dead fat man who did not guard the old captain at the most critical time.

Like an old man in the twilight, Li Yuan sat on the side of the road, the corners of his eyes a little moist. Every time, when he thinks of Mao Qiang who fell in his arms, his eyes will be like this, and he can't suppress it.

Li Yuan also knew that the reason why Liu Xiaolin and Yuan Feiteng chose to go to the logistics department at the most unrestrained and energetic age was because they couldn't forgive themselves, and they couldn't forgive themselves for being so slow to react at that moment!

There is also Li Yuan who can't forgive himself, he is less than 1 meter away from the old captain, if that damn fat man is still there, he must have swooped and rushed away the murderer who was damned thousands of times.

Rubbing his eyes, Li Yuan raised his head, ready to take another look at the balcony, and slowly walked back to the office.

The dead potted plants, the closed curtains, and even the analysis on the edge of the curtains are unchanged from what they see every day.

Wait, Li Yuan stopped, began to cough, and reached for his back with one hand, gently beating his back. His pupils narrowed dramatically, and he was not mistaken, and could not be mistaken.

There's an extra gap on the side of the curtain!

Wang Lei's window is closed tightly, and it has never been opened since Lin Long's death, and it is impossible for the wind to blow the curtains to move them.

There's someone inside!

Li Yuan spat on himself, since he arrived at the police station, his gun was thrown into the safe, with the relics of the old captain, he thought that he would never pick up that wheel again in his life.

Li Yuan's waist bent even more, and the sound of coughing was guaranteed to reach the opposite building. Anyone would think that this is an old man who has nothing to do and is not in good health.