"Sorry, I went to the wrong room." As soon as the short man slammed the door, he ran away.

"Stop, hey. Don't run! ”

Jack, who reacted, chased after him with an arrow step, and pressed the guy directly on the elevator door at the elevator entrance, while Angela carefully held her waist and walked over slowly, giving him an encouraging look.

"Put your hands behind your back and cross your fingers!" Jack carefully began to search him from top to bottom, and this guy seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, and there was no resistance to any action.

"Found a knife, huh?" Pulling out a saber from his waist and handing it to Angela, Jack noticed that the guy's right leg was a little strange, and pulled up the trouser leg to see that it was a prosthetic leg.

He rolled up his sleeves, and his arms were tattooed with the earth, a bald eagle, and an anchor.

"Marines? Are you a veteran, did you lose your leg on the battlefield? ”

"Yes officer, I was blown up by an IED (roadside bomb)." The short man replied honestly.

Jack lightened his weight a little, of course, for the sake of his disabled person, and his attitude was quite cooperative.

Jack's delicious lunch was in the soup, and Angela only had time to pack a dessert across the street before escorting the suspect back to the police station.

"What am I going to be charged for?" Ma Run, who is disabled, was taken out of the car and tried to get a sniff.

"The first is the arrest, and the rest depends on the ground inspection." Angela followed behind slowly, eating the cherry cheese in her hand, pregnant women are the largest, and no one can stop her from replenishing her energy at any time.

"So, why did you police run into my hotel room?"

The disabled Ma Run wanted to ask a few more questions, but bumped into Tim who was walking out.

"Mickey?" Tim looked at him in surprise.

"Sergeant?" The disabled Ma Run also recognized Tim.

"You know him?" Angela's eyes widened in surprise, and Jack looked at Tim curiously, this guy was actually a sergeant.

"When Ah Fu Khan was in Ah Fu Khan, I was his squad leader."

Tim's gaze at him was very complicated, and Jack noticed that Mickey's face was also both ashamed and a little unwilling, and even a trace of resentment, it seemed that there was a story in it.

"What the hell is going on?" Seeing his former comrades-in-arms being taken by Jack to record fingerprints, Tim on the side was very puzzled.

"You have a fiancée in San Diego and a job through the Disabled Veterans Association"

Mickey avoided Tim's probing gaze, his eyelids lowered, his face numb more than painful.

"What can I say? It's all open. ”

Jack escorted Mitch into the detention cell, and the disabled veteran continued to ask, "I can always know why the police are arresting me, right?" ”

"He can't say." Tim helped Jack answer.

"Really? But you can. Mickey pointed to the armband on Tim's uniform.

Tim shook his head and softened his tone, "I can't either, this involves the victim's privacy." ”

"Victims?" Mickey suddenly became nervous.

"Is it Joe? What happened to him? Is he okay? ”

Tim shook his head: "I've talked too much. ”

Mickey's eyes glistened with tears, and his voice couldn't help but choke: "Is he dead?" Come on! ”

Tim sighed and didn't answer directly, "Detectives will come to you later." With that, he turned and walked away.

"Looks like your relationship is a bit complicated? Would you like to talk? Jack has no memory of this plot and is very curious about the relationship between the two.

"His leg is gone, and it has something to do with me." Tim fell into memory.

"When he committed a crime and was locked up, I broke the rules and released him in advance, but he was blown up on the patrol that day."

"But you're also well-intentioned." Jack says he doesn't understand his logic, and there's nothing to feel guilty about.

"Rules are important, and I shouldn't break them."

Well, this answer is very Tim, Jack doesn't understand the fate of the old beauties, and he lacks empathy for Tim's inexplicable guilt.

"Angela will start the interrogation in about 20 minutes, I'll go sort out the materials and see you then."

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"You don't really think I killed him, do you?" Mickey was a little angry.

"We don't know anything, that's why we're asking you." Angela, who has been supplemented with sugar, is particularly calm.

"Let me put it this way, Joe died of a fractured cervical vertebrae, his cervical spine was acutely compressed, and he was a veteran in doing this." Jack looked at Mickey and observed his facial expression as he spoke.

"Not me." Mickey looked sad and his eyes glistened with tears again, and Jack felt that a veteran who had been on the battlefield did not seem to have such acting skills.

"Where did the money come from under the mattress?" He pressed further.

Mickey snorted, a little more heartless in his voice this time.

"A few days ago, Joe came to me and said he had snuck into a building and found a large sum of cash, millions of dollars piled up on the shelves."

"Tens of millions in cash? Are you sure? Angela sat up straight and looked at each other with a gleam in her eyes.

Mickey nodded, "Yes, there are also some machines, guarded by a lot of people with automatic weapons. ”

"And he stole some of it? Why does he want to spend with you? Angela questioned.

"We have a good relationship, he's also a veteran, and we've been watching each other's backs when we're on the streets."

Mickey was in a hurry, and Jack decided to test him again.

"As a result, you decided to kill him and swallow the rest of the money by yourself?"

Mickey sneered: "He stole back a total of 10,000 yuan, and we spent half of it that day." ”

"I told him, don't go back, count him lucky the first time." He looked guilty.

"I should have gone with him, because if it had been me, he would have gone with me, and we've been taking care of each other."

As he spoke, he cried directly.

Jack has basically ruled out that he is a murderer, tens of millions of cash, and ordinary people can't make up such an outrageous story.

At this time, John pushed the door in, tilted his head at the two of them, and motioned to come out and speak.

Jack and Angela followed John out of the interrogation room, and Tim, who was next door to the interrogation through one-way glass, also walked out.

"The money found in the hotel room was all counterfeit." John's face was serious.

Jack's eyes lit up, real money is still a little troublesome, maybe that Joe accidentally found the drug dealer's vault, maybe DEA or something will come to intervene, and there will be a lot of follow-up.

But it would be great to change it to a counterfeit banknote, if you can directly serve it in a pot, and wait for the USSS (Secret Service) to get the news and rush to share the credit, maybe the case is closed, and a lot of experience is in hand.

(End of chapter)