Chapter 112: Muddy the Waters
"Spending so much effort just to get a police chief to go down? This ......," Armstrong looked at Sean with some confusion.
For legal reasons, evidence obtained illegally cannot be used as evidence, so Mackintosh Quinnier simply resigned voluntarily.
The money is still his money, and he does not have to bear any legal responsibility.
As for in-depth investigations......
No one is pushing for this, and Mackintosh Quinnell has been the chief of police for many years, so he knows too much and participates too much.
Moreover, the police have a deep relationship with the local prosecutor system.
So, a lot of things can't be checked.
Politics is not only about serving the people, but also about being sophisticated.
The water in here is so deep that ordinary people can't grasp it.
"Of course it's not that simple." Sean sneered, "Still, you don't care about it." β
Armstrong frowned, didn't know what he had thought of, nodded and turned around and walked out.
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Night, Trenton.
Mackintosh Quinnell's family villa.
Two people dressed in dark gray clothes quietly approached the door of the villa, one of them took out a string of things and poked them on the door a few times, and with a 'click' sound, he quietly pushed the door open with a doorknob.
Closing the door, one person took out a small flashlight and twisted it slightly, and a faint light appeared in the room.
By the light, the two of them went upstairs.
One of them gestured and pulled out a crossbow from his body and shook it to the wind.
The other person pulled out the lock-picking tool again and tried it on the bedroom door lock.
Nodding his head, he signaled that it was okay.
Taking a deep breath, one of them slammed open the door and flashed to the side, while the other had already aimed his crossbow at the person on the bed and pulled the trigger.
There was a soft sound of "collapse", and the three-edged crossbow arrow shot out
Awakened by the sound of the door opening, Mackintosh Quinniel had just opened his eyes in a daze, when a flash of light flashed in front of him, and then, with a 'poof', a crossbow arrow pierced his head.
After a shot, the crossbow machine adjusted its direction, and the woman who woke up next to her had just raised her head halfway, and she opened her mouth to scream, and there was another 'collapse'.
A bolt pierced the woman's head again.
On the bed, large blood stains flowed out and soaked through the bedding......
After confirming that both were dead, the man put away his crossbow arrows and "closed all the curtains and started looking for something." β
βokοΌβ The other person who had just been in charge of picking the lock gestured.
With all the curtains closed, and a special flashlight that emits a glimmer in his mouth, nothing can be found outside.
"What the hell are you looking for?" After turning over for more than ten minutes, one person said helplessly.
"The head didn't say it, the head only said to look for it, if there is a notebook or bribery materials, it's best, if not, pretend to have."
"Okay, no one keeps a diary these days."
"Nonsense, is Mackintosh Quinniel a serious person?"
The two chatted as they rummaged.
"Otherwise, why should you keep a record of your crimes? Neuropathy? β
"It's called a journal, and I heard Bill say it, and he said it was the head, and the big guys like to write about it."
"Why? Afraid that others won't find evidence? β
"If you don't have an accident, this thing won't be discovered, if something happens to you, this thing is a talisman, you say, replace it, you can't write it."
"Uh......." The other didn't reply, but stared at the baseboard behind the couch, "I want to say, maybe, the head is right." β
"Found it?" A voice with surprise rang out.
"Who knows, it's empty behind it anyway." Pulling the baseboard down hard and leaning over, there was a small space with a notebook in it.
"Damn Fake, this guy really isn't a serious person."
"What's there?"
"Anyway, there's a notebook here, and it's secretly hidden here instead of a safe, damn, what do you think it will be!"
"Well done!"
"Gone!"
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"That's it." After Saul entered the house, he sat on the sofa, picked up the cigarette on the coffee table and lit it and took a deep breath, then he took out a large brown paper bag from his satchel and said, "Shit, this cross-shareholding plan is simply too complicated, I ran for a whole week to get it done." β
"It was designed by the Lamb guy, and according to him, cross-owning nine companies in three tax-free places absolutely made Fhubpole despair." Sean stood in front of the bar and began to wash his hands, "Drink something, I'll make you a drink myself as your treat." β
βangelβs kissγβ Saul said weakly: "Forget about your kind of reward, it's the right thing to help me get some more lawyer business." β
"Okay." Sean said while taking out cocoa liqueur, whipped cream 1, and cherry: "What, did you join the law firm on business?" β
There was no sound on Thor's side, half a sound, Sean walked over with a cup of angel kiss and put it on the coffee table, "What, still don't agree?" β
"Yes." Thor's face was a little ugly.
"Want to know why?" Sean said lazily as he leaned back on the couch and said seemingly unintentionally.
"You know!?" Thor sat up jerk straight, "What's the reason?" β
"I said that your brother disagreed, do you believe it?" Sean said in a faint voice.
"How is that possible?!" Thor's eyes widened, and he grabbed Sean's shoulder, "It's impossible, where did you know that!" β
"Why can't it be?" Sean sneered, "There are too many illogical things in this world, everyone thinks it is impossible, but that is just reasonable, Acomo Aple also committed adultery with his daughter-in-law, twins can still be half-fathers, what is impossible." β
"As for the specific source of the news, you don't need to ask, the reason, in fact, is simple, your brother's personality is too paranoid, and he envy you and envy you."
"This, how is it possible, that he is envious and jealous of me?" Saul didn't believe it at all, "I'm just a little gangster, but he's a well-respected barrister, and I have nothing to envy him." β
"I don't know what the specific situation is in your family, but I'll give you a chestnut, when I was a child, often those obedient and sensible children were not necessarily the most loved by their parents and teachers, but they were some naughty and troublemakers, and they were even spoiled by their parents and teachers, and even female classmates liked this kind of child."
"Those naughty mischievous poor learners have no merit, why do everyone like them? Will obedient, sensible, and well-studied children be jealous? β
"I'm doing better, why?"
"But...... Chuck was very good to me. Thor still couldn't believe it.
"Okay, that's your family matter, don't ask me, I don't know your brother, you go find this person." Sean handed Saul a business card, "He's a well-known expert in psychology, he should be able to help you find out." β
Thor clutched the business card tightly in his hand, and the business card became a ball.