Blackstone Code - Chapter 9 Give No Hem Sem Kale Convex C

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

　　Today's operation completely failed. Whether it was Lynch who temporarily rushed to deliver the goods, or the other team that searched his temporary residence, no abnormalities were found at all.

　　 Don't say they found at least five thousand yuan of change in the online population. They didn't even see the one dollar change, whether it was Lynch himself or in that room.

　　 The failure of the action means that Michael will lose face in front of his colleagues. The class and job relations within the Federal Revenue Service make this special department have an unimaginable competitiveness in this special department.

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

　　 But if this failed action disturbs Lynch and Fox and causes the follow-up plan to fail, then he will become a laughing stock, and don't expect to be promoted in two or three years.

　　 When most people encounter problems and troubles, they will put the blame on others. Michael attributed the failure to the informant and gave unreliable information.

　　 So he asked the informer to this room, then raised the chair amidst the rage and roar, and slammed it on his back.

　　 "Do you know how much I lost because of your misinformation?", while struggling to break free from his partner's block, he pointed his finger at the informant who was lying on the table and looked painful.

　　The informant is a newspaper head, and the main intelligence channels in Sabine and other cities are in the hands of some professional intelligence collection agencies and heads.

　　 Newsboys will tell the masthead about some different things they find. This is another job between masthead and the newsboys.

　　 They may not pay the paperboys for this. They have no money or rewards, but the paperboys still do so obediently in exchange for harsh favors.

　　 Some clever investigators and detectives have similar informants, and at the same time, a masthead does not only serve a certain home.

　　 Everyone does not come out to buy and sell information for any sense of justice and morality, but for money, and there is no need to claim that they are too noble.

　　 There are people like Michael too, but not many. It is a very stupid act to spread the anger on the online person.

　　 The head of the masthead was twisted and tangled because of the back being smashed by the chair, and his eyes glowed with hatred, and the hatred quickly became docile.

　　 He has a handle in Michael's hands. He had used a young girl before, and something happened later, which happened to be discovered by Michael.

　　 Michael took the girl away, and also left some evidence, such as the recording of his confession and his handwriting and the criminal history of his fingerprints.

　　 "I didn't lie, the child in my hand gave him nearly 1,500 yuan in change, I swear I didn't lie!", he defended himself, and prayed that all the terrible things would pass soon.

　　 He seems to have forgotten that there was a girl who prayed this way, but did not get the result she hoped.

　　 Michael pushed his partner away and walked to the edge of the table. He grabbed the head of the head and punched him with a fist. His partner stood on the side without further blocking.

　　 As long as Michael doesn't use things, he won't interfere too much. At least he can't beat people with his bare hands, but he can take things. He does this to prevent accidents, not really wanting Michael to be violent.

　　 Of course, if it really kills people, there is no way to solve it. It's just a little troublesome, and there are a lot of things to do.

Sabine is a small city. Whether it is the Bureau of Investigation or the Taxation Bureau, people in the court are familiar with them. They will not sentence a promising government worker to death for a person walking on the edge of gray. .

　　 can be acquitted in court to a large extent, after all, some small accidents in the process of hunting for fugitives are also acceptable things.

　　 One punch, two punches, three punches...

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

　　 He shook his hands, picked up the cup with water on the table and raised it, and poured cold water on the head of the newspaper.

　　 The water slid down along the hair, making his vague consciousness suddenly awake, and then the intense pain and partially unconscious numbness made him feel a little... at a loss.

　　 It hurts, but he doesn't know where it hurts.

"The person who arranged you, give him five thousand yuan of change this afternoon, and then we will catch the scene!" Michael quickly found a way. He looked back at his partner, and the partner nodded slightly to agree to his plan. .

　　 From a judicial point of view, such behavior that may be suspected of "inducing crime" is itself illegal, and all the behaviors and evidence collected by the suspect in this process have no legal effect.

　　 But this is a small city after all, everyone knows it, there is no need to make each other's faces look bad because of things that won't cause trouble outside.

　　 Sometimes for front-line detection staff, it is normal to manipulate the evidence chain a little bit to allow the criminals to smoothly pass the law. Everyone has long been used to it.

　　 He pulled the hair of the newspaper again, and tore his hair back, so that he had to lift up the stupid face of his swollen cheek to look at himself, "Understood?"

　　 The dodging gaze of the masthead dissipated the anger in Michael's heart and certain emotions that he couldn't say. He is still the Michael who makes people unable to "reject", not the guy who is suddenly a little timid and gives way.

　　 "Yes...I understand..."

Michael released his hand, and his wet hair let some water stains fall on his palm. He reached out and wiped the clothes on the masthead, then patted the swollen face, amidst the screams of the masthead. He left with a smile of satisfaction.

　　 Calm was restored in the room, and the head's eyes changed from extremely short hatred, hatred, and madness, and gradually became docile.

He stood up slowly, and he just straightened his waist and suddenly there was a heartache that made him crouch his upper body. He picked up his hat and pressed it on his head, paused for a minute or two, and left this room. Room~www.novelbuddy.com~ On the other side, Lynch, who returned to his temporary home from the laundry shop, immediately chose to call the police when he looked at the messed up room.

　　 Yes, call the police. He didn't silently assume that nothing happened, although he knew what happened here.

　　 The police arrived soon. They looked at the scene and immediately had a judgment. In addition, Lynch said that he had lost five hundred yuan. This was obviously a burglary case, and the amount was not small.

As for how to detect it, 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 Lynch. loss.

　　 basically means that the case ends here.

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

　　 The policeman who was standing at the door and was responsible for taking notes on the scene retracted his attention from his colleagues, and then looked at Lynch, "Yes?"

"I remember, I also lost a gold ring. It was a gift I was going to give to my girlfriend. It was engraved with'My Beloved Catherine'...", he sighed regretfully, "I should Take it with you!"

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

　　 "Anything else to add?"

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

　　 The policeman retracted the pen, holding the writing board, he held up the brim of his hat, "Wait for our good news, boy!"