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

Today's operation was a complete failure, whether it was Lynch, who made a temporary assault to make a delivery, or the other team that searched his temporary residence, nothing unusual was found at all.

Not to mention finding at least five thousand dollars of change in the informant's mouth, they didn't even see a single dollar of change, neither on Lynch himself nor in that room.

The failure of the operation meant that Michael had to lose face in front of his colleagues, and the hierarchical and functional relationships within the Federal Tax Service made this particular department competitive, unimaginable to outsiders.

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

But if the plan fails because of this failed operation that disturbs Lynch and Fox, then he will become a laughing stock, and he should not expect to be promoted in two or three years.

The vast majority of people put the blame on others when they encounter problems and troubles, and Michael blames the failure on informants giving unreliable information.

So he summoned the informant to the room, then lifted the chair in a rage and roared and slammed it on his back.

"Do you know how much I've lost because of your misinformation?", he struggled to break free from his partner's blockade as he pointed to the informant who looked painfully hunched on the table.

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

The newsboys would tell the masthead something different about what they had discovered, and it was another job between the masthead and the newsboys.

They may not pay the newsboys for this, no money, no rewards, but the newsboys are still very obedient to do so, in exchange for mean favors.

Some clever investigators and agents have some similar informants, and a masthead serves more than just one master.

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

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

The mastein's facial muscles twisted and tangled together as his back was slammed by a chair, and his eyes shone with hatred, which quickly became docile.

He has the handle in Michael's hands, he got a young girl before, and then something happened and happened to be discovered by Michael.

Michael took the girl away, leaving behind some evidence, such as a recording of his confession and a crime that he wrote down with his fingerprints.

"I didn't lie, the child in my hand gave him close to fifteen hundred dollars in change, and I swear I didn't lie!", he defended himself, praying that this terrible thing would pass quickly.

He seemed to have forgotten that there was a girl who prayed for the same thing, but did not get the result she hoped for.

Michael pushed his partner away and walked over to the table, grabbing the masthead by the hair and punching it, his partner standing aside and not stopping him.

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 it's okay to take things, he just does it to prevent accidents, and he doesn't really want Michael to be violent.

Of course, if you really get a human life, it's not impossible to solve it, but it's a little more troublesome, and there are a lot of things to do.

Sabin is a small city, and both the Investigation Bureau and the Tax Office are familiar with the people in the courts, and they will not sentence a government worker with a bright future to death for a person who is on the edge of gray.

To a large extent, it is possible to acquit the fugitive in court, after all, it is acceptable for people to have some small accidents in the process of pursuing fugitives.

One punch, two punches, three punches......

After several punches in a row, Michael dropped his fist when the masthead's cheek was swollen and slightly deformed.

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

The water slid down his hair, and his somewhat vague consciousness suddenly cleared up, followed by a sharp pain and a numbness of partial loss of consciousness that made him ...... Overwhelmed.

It hurts, but he doesn't know exactly what it is.

"Arrange your person, send him five thousand yuan in change this afternoon, and then we will catch the scene!", Michael quickly had a solution, he glanced back at his partner, who nodded slightly in agreement with his plan.

From a judicial point of view, it is possible that the act of "inducing a crime" is itself illegal, and all the acts and evidence collected by the suspect in the process have no legal effect.

But after all, this is a small city, everyone knows each other, and there is no need to make each other's faces look bad because of some things that will not make trouble outside.

Sometimes for the front-line investigation staff, it is normal to manipulate the chain of evidence a little and let the criminal be punished smoothly, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.

He tugged at the hair of the newspaper head again, tore his hair back, and forced him to lift his stupid face, which was half swollen cheeks, to look at himself, "Got it?"

The masthead's evasive gaze dissipated a lot of the anger in Michael's heart and some of the emotions that he couldn't say, he was still the same Michael who couldn't "refuse", not the guy who was suddenly a little timid and backed down.

"Yes...... I see......"

Michael let go of his hand, his wet hair letting some water stains fall on his palm, he reached out and wiped back and forth on the masthead's clothes, then patted the swollen face, and left with a satisfied smile amid the screams of the masthead.

Calm returned to the room, and the gaze of the newspaper head gradually changed from a very brief hatred, hatred, and madness, to meekness.

He slowly stood up, and as soon as he straightened his waist, there was a piercing pain that forced him to bend up, he picked up his hat and pressed it on his head, paused for a minute or two, and left the room.

On the other hand, Lynch, who returned to his temporary residence from the laundry, looked at the messed up room and chose to call the police immediately.

Yes, call the police, he didn't silently act as if nothing had happened, although he knew what was going on here.

Soon the police came, they looked at the scene, and immediately made a judgment, plus Lynch said that he had lost five hundred dollars, it was clearly a burglary case, and the amount was not small.

As for how to detect, 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 to recover the loss for Lynch.

That basically means that this is the end of the case.

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

The police officer standing at the door in charge of taking notes of the scene withdrew his attention from his colleague and then looked at Lynch, "Yes?"

"I remember, I also lost a gold ring, which I was going to give to my girlfriend, and it was engraved with the ...... 'My Beloved Catherine'", he sighed remorsefully, "I should have taken it with me!"

The policeman sympathized with the young man even more, and he wrote this small detail at the bottom of the scene transcript, and comforted, "This is a very important clue, if that guy wants to get rid of it in the near future, maybe we will find out." ”

"Anything else to add?"

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

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