Chapter 192 Printing Money Template
Hearing that the amount involved was as high as a ton of banknotes, Harry's eyes were green.
If this case is solved
"And then?"
Seeing that Haval stopped again, Harry was a little impatient.
Haval glanced at him disdainfully: "Of course it's moving money!" β
"The twenty dollar bills filled the pickup trucks we were driving, and we had to put a lot of effort into covering the piles of bills with canvas, and then we had to deal with those people."
There was remorse in Haval's eyes:
"In the basement, we couldn't find the electric platen for printing money.
This means that, in addition to the few people in the basement, there are also people who have taken away the tools and raw materials used to print money in advance, leaving only these few people to divide and pack the counterfeit banknotes that have been printed.
In this basement, their accomplices may come to pick them up at any time.
So we decided to kill these people and leave as fast as we could, with the money.
But the fool of Azak disagreed.
He wanted to wake them up and ask about his girlfriend's whereabouts. β
Haval sneered: "I don't know why I have such a stupid and naΓ―ve son, how can that group of people leave a living mouth after venting their desires. He almost killed us. β
Hear here.
Harry looked at Dean, who had not spoken beside him: "Man, how do I feel that the scene this guy is talking about is very similar to the cerebral palsy heroine in some movies, and at a critical time, make a little moth." β
"Because, that's what I made up."
Dean patted Harry on the shoulder: "Didn't you notice that this guy always pauses at a critical moment, while arousing your interest."
Words like that"
Dean looked at Haval, whose expression had changed drastically, and chuckled, "In this case, our attention will be drawn to the 'story' in his mouth, and we will forget something very important!" β
Harry looked at Haval, who looked like ashes, and then at Dean, who had an indifferent look in his eyes, and his eyes were blank: "That. . . What. What is it? β
He now had the feeling that he was in math class, but when he looked down again, there was already an unintelligible announcement on the blackboard, which made him wonder if he had missed an entire lesson.
Dean looked at Harry's mind and sighed, looking at Haval, "Didn't you hear my buddy asking you?" β
Seeing that Dean didn't have a rough idea, Haval breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly explained: "I swear, what I said is true, it's just that the electric template has been changed." β
Harry suddenly realized: "So you not only found counterfeit banknotes, but also found electric plates used to print money?" β
"Yes!"
Haval saw that what he was hiding was completely seen through by Dean, and he no longer defended:
"Actually, the people who printed the money are all in the basement.
Compared to counterfeit banknotes, the electric template is the real cash cow, which can provide us with a steady stream of wealth, so we killed everyone in the basement despite our son's objections.
As a result, Azak, a fool, was dissatisfied with us for doing this, deliberately took the mobile phone of a person who printed money, and when we left, he left with a stack of counterfeit bills, and cut off contact with us. β
"So you chose to call the police?"
"Yes."
Haval nodded:
"In fact, it is not difficult to find the right counterfeit material and mix pigments, but it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the electric platen.
The bunch of idiots in the basement, no matter how you look at it, aren't the characters who have such a thing.
My wife and I concluded that there must be a secret behind this.
That's the case.
If Azak, an idiot, makes a fuss in order to find his damn girlfriend, it will affect us, so we want to use the power of the police to find him. β
"But didn't the bureau help you find Azak in the first place?" Harry knocked on the table: "What caused you to direct and act on your own, drive the car to the abandoned factory, and then call the police again?" β
This move undoubtedly contradicts what Haval himself said.
Haval's face was full of bitterness:
"We also want to protect ourselves, although those patrolmen helped us find the stupid Azak, but before that, Azak had used the mobile phone he found to contact the people inside in order to find his damn girlfriend.
He innocently pointed to the person he didn't know on the other end of the phone, indicating that the electric plate was in his hand, and that he would put his girlfriend Selna back if he wanted to.
We don't know about it.
So after finding Azak, they took him home and took care of him.
That night, we were attacked.
If it weren't for the secret passage we had set up in our house to connect to the underground pipes, you wouldn't have seen us now.
Azak, the idiot, finally realized the seriousness of the matter.
Just a phone call, a name.
The people behind the scenes found us.
This means that the other side has a strong intelligence ability, and if we run around, we may die before we leave Los Angeles.
For self-preservation.
We directed and acted out this scene, hoping that with the counterfeit money burned on the vehicle, you could take the initiative to find the underground dark room under the abandoned factory.
Inside, we put the mobile phone that Azak brought back and most of the counterfeit banknotes.
In this way, your attention will be diverted to the hands of those behind the counterfeit banknotes, creating an opportunity for us to escape with the electric platen. β
After Haval finished speaking, he let out a long sigh of relief and slumped in his chair, his tone resolute:
"That's how it happened.
Now that we've been hiding in a very hidden place, if you can contact the FBI and ask them to send someone to protect our family and change our identity, I can pass this thing on to you. β
Here's the thing.
The general outline of this case came out:
An unknown group, through the underground vault under the abandoned factory, does not know how long the counterfeit banknotes have been produced.
Until all ingredients are used up.
The group of people couldn't stand the heat, so they secretly left the underground secret room, swept away the blind girls nearby, took them to the secret room for fun, and disposed of them when they got tired of playing.
Unfortunately.
Among the missing persons is Azak's girlfriend.
In the end, it became the current situation.
Dean withdrew the gaze he had been looking at Haval.
This time.
The other party should be telling the truth.
Suddenly.
His eyes froze.
If that's the case, isn't Haval's wife in danger now?
Come to think of it.
Dean hurriedly said: "Harry, call Hawke quickly and ask him to arrange more people to protect Haval's wife, I am worried that the people they provoke will go to the hospital to find her." β
Haval is right about one thing.
Compared to that ton of counterfeit banknotes.
The electric template that can be engraved with real cash is the real cash cow.
Now Haval's wife, not safe!
Harry didn't hesitate, picked up his phone, and dialed Hawke's number.
Hearing about Dean's arrangement, Haval didn't care about it at all.
He looked at Dean as he waited for fate's judgment, "What are you going to do with me?" β
Dean looked into Haval's eyes and said in a deep voice: "I will hand you over to the FBI people, now tell me about the previous attack on your people, since you have been preparing to secretly say in the residence earlier, don't tell me, you will not set up covert surveillance!" β
Haval subconsciously avoided Dean's gaze.
He didn't expect that this detective, who looked to be only in his twenties, had eyes as if he had magical powers, and he could penetrate into the heart of his old fritter and know all his arrangements.
There was a half-silence.
He said in a voice that only Dean could hear, "Skeletons! Those are the skull party! β
"Good!"
Dean turned around and was about to take Harry to the hospital to wait for the rabbit.
An even more subtle voice came from behind him: "That's a bunch of racist lunatics, if you don't want to get in trouble, you'd better not continue to meddle in this case." β
Dean stopped, turned his head, looked deeply at Haval, who had closed his eyes and said no more, and walked out with Harry after the call.
As for Haval?
It is much safer to stay in the interrogation room for the time being than to be held in a makeshift prison in the substation.
After all, the most important thing in the police department in the United States is the black police!
Early.
(End of chapter)