After typing today's report on the computer, Jack stretched and was about to leave work, when Tim hurried past him and motioned to follow him.

The two walked into a small lounge, and John and the others were already waiting.

Tim closed the door and went straight to the point: "It's a big problem, that facial recognition application triggered the LA Law Enforcement Conflict Prevention System, and the source pointed to the CIA." ”

John's eyes widened, and his face was incredulous, "Why does the CIA care about counterfeit money?" ”

"This matter is more serious than we thought, if it is the CIA, then it involves national security issues, are we sure we will continue to investigate?"

Niela looked at the crowd and warned.

Tim obviously didn't plan to give up: "I promised Mickey that I would find Joe's killer, Joe was also a soldier and once loyal to his country, so he shouldn't have died like this." ”

"Then proceed with caution, which of us do you think if it were the CIA, when they found that pressure from above was not working?"

Before Jack could finish speaking, everyone's eyes fell on John.

"Why me?" John felt that he was underestimated, and with so many people present, he seemed the best bully?

Lucy snapped her fingers: "Jack has already submitted his resignation and is about to go to the FBI, Tim has just become a superintendent, the highest position among us, Angela is now a detective, Nila was transferred back from the DEA to be a patrol officer, and the governor has personally awarded her medals, so."

"Isn't there still you?" John wondered.

"Where do you guess Lucy has slept every night lately?" Angela shrugged, dropped the question, and left the room laughing with the others, leaving behind a somewhat embarrassed Lucy and Tim, and a dawned John.

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Dividing line -——

Shortly before 11 p.m., there was a knock on the door of John's house.

John opened the door, and standing in the doorway was the black man who was disguised as a maintenance worker for a security company during the day.

"Hey, buddy, we've got to talk." At this point, his accent no longer has that funny RAP tone.

"Won't you let me in?" Seeing John stunned in place, a friendly smile appeared on the black man's face.

"Let's talk about who you are first." John stared at him with wariness in his eyes.

"At least for now, I'm your friend, and you should be happy, because you don't want to be my enemy."

Although this guy is always smiling, the threat in his tone is not so friendly.

"Now, it's time to let me in." The black man spoke commanding words in a calm tone.

John didn't say a word, and leaned sideways.

"Your house has been renovated well, did the kid who is about to enter the FBI get it for you?"

The black man had a relaxed attitude, as if he were a guest who had come to visit, and looked around.

John put on a posture of resistance that didn't eat you: "I know your trick, come in and look around, intentionally or unintentionally reveal some private information, as if you have the initiative, it's very good, then you tell me, who are you?" ”

"You can call me Colonel Norman Jangers."

"But aren't you from the CIA?" John directly revealed the identity of the other party.

"It's just a name, it doesn't mean anything, and my team is hiding in the shadows and doing things that won't be recognized."

The black man who called himself Colonel Norman Jangers explained.

"Then what are you doing with me?" John asked knowingly.

Colonel Norman Jangers looked serious, stepped forward, looked John in the eye, and said word by word.

"Warn you, and those police friends of yours, don't get involved in this matter anymore, you actually want to search for my information in the system, it's a big mistake, you won't find anything, I hope this is the last time you will be stupid."

John frowned, not flinching from his threat.

"We just want to know who killed Joe Delacutz."

"Who?"

Colonel Norman Jangers then came to his senses: "You mean the bum? Why? ”

John felt a little unable to keep up with this thinking: "What why? He's a man, a retired soldier, and he's for the country."

"Stop, are you making a mistake?"

Colonel Norman Jangers's tone seemed to be a little confused, and it was difficult to figure out whether he was faking it or not.

"We are on one side, you, me and the Joe you said, we are all beautiful Chinese."

"We are making sacrifices for the good of this country every moment. With my team and I, our business is just a little bit more global. ”

John interrupted his generous statement: "So you can kill as you please?" ”

Colonel Norman Jengers scoffed, looking at how naïve and naïve you were.

"Every war has casualties, that Joe is just collateral, you just have to pray that you're not next."

As he spoke, he patted John on the shoulder, and seemed to feel that this was the end of his words, and without further words, he left the house.

John stood there for a moment, listening to the sound of the car starting to leave, before he exclaimed, "Guys, he's leaving." ”

From the attic, to the backyard, and even to the bedroom, the crowd popped up.

Jack came in through the door, dressed in black, and everyone looked at him as soon as he entered, "Is the tracker done?" ”

"Stick to the bottom of the car, he can keep up wherever he goes." As he spoke, he waved the tablet in his hand and put a tracker on the CIA agent's car, hey, the thief was excited.

"What are we going to do next, to keep up with him?" Lucy was eager to try.

"No, it's the next two people's lives." Tim looked at Nila, his tone unmistakable.

"After that, Nila and I will deal with it, and it is inconvenient for you to be involved."

"Uh" Jack held up a finger to signal that he disagreed.

"Can you listen to my words and everyone will make a decision."

All eyes were on him again.

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat.

"First of all, now we can be sure that Joe's death is related to that man under Colonel Norman Jengers, right, I heard him say the word collateral injury in the headphones."

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Secondly, the villain who came to the door never revealed his identity, right? Can we think that a suspect has come to the door and threatened a LAPD officer? ”

Everyone was stunned in unison, and they all felt a little ridiculous, but after thinking about it, although it was clear that it was playing with words, it seemed to make sense.

"Well, it makes sense for us to follow each other, doesn't it? In the process of tracking, if we find something, such as a large amount of counterfeit money, this is not a violation of the ban imposed on us above, right? ”

(End of chapter)