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"Expending so much effort to get a police chief to go down? This..." Armstrong looked at Sean in confusion.

Due to legal reasons, evidence obtained illegally cannot be used as evidence, so McIntosh Quinnier could just resign on his own initiative.

The money is still his money, and he does not need to bear any legal responsibility.

As for in-depth investigation...

No one is promoting this matter at all. McIntosh Quinnier has been the police chief for many years and knows too much and has participated in too much.

Moreover, the police have a deep relationship with the district attorney system.

Therefore, many things cannot be checked.

Being in politics is not only about serving the people, but also about being humane.

The water here is very deep and ordinary people cannot grasp it.

"Of course it's not that simple." Sean sneered, "But don't worry about it."

Armstrong's brows twitched, he didn't know what he thought of, nodded, turned around and walked out.

…

Night, Trenton.

McIntosh Quinnier's house.

Two people in dark gray clothes quietly approached the door of the villa. One of them took out a bunch of things and banged it on the door a few times. After a "click" sound, he held the door handle and quietly pushed the door open.

After closing the door, one person took out a small flashlight and turned it gently, and a faint light appeared in the room.

Using the light, the two of them headed upstairs.

After making a gesture, one person took out a crossbow from his body and cocked it.

Another person took out the lock picking tool again and tried it on the bedroom door lock.

He nodded, indicating that it was okay.

Taking a deep breath, one person pushed the door open and dodged to the side. The other person 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 was shot out.

Awakened by the sound of the door opening, McIntosh Quinnier opened his eyes in a daze, and a bright light flashed before his eyes. Then, with a 'pop' sound, a crossbow arrow penetrated his head.

After one shot, the crossbow machine adjusted its direction. The woman who woke up next to her had just raised her head halfway, opened her mouth and was about to scream, when there was another 'collapse' sound.

A crossbow arrow pierced the woman's head again.

On the bed, large stains of blood flowed out, soaking into the quilt...

After confirming that both of them were dead, the man put away his crossbow and said, "Close all the curtains and start looking for things."

"OK!" The other person who had just been responsible for unlocking made a gesture.

With all the curtains drawn and a special flashlight holding a faint light in his mouth, nothing could be seen outside.

"What are you looking for?" After browsing for more than ten minutes, one person said helplessly.

"Tou didn't say anything. He just said to look for it. If you have a notebook or information on bribery and acceptance, it would be best. If you don't have it, just pretend that you have it."

"Okay, no serious person can keep a diary these days."

"Nonsense, is McIntosh Quinnier a serious person?"

The two started chatting while rummaging around.

"Otherwise, why would you want to record your crime? Are you crazy?"

"That's called a diary. I heard from Bill. He said it was from the boss. Those big shots like to write this kind of thing very much."

"Why? Afraid that others can't find evidence?"

"If nothing happens to me, this thing will not be discovered. If something happens to me, this thing will be a talisman. You tell me, if it were you, you would write it or not."

"Uh..." The other person didn't reply, but stared at the baseboard behind the sofa, "I want to say, maybe what Tou said is right."

"Found it?" A voice sounded with surprise.

"Who knows, the back is empty anyway." He pulled off the baseboard and leaned over to see a small space with a notebook in it.

"Damn it, Fuck, this guy is really not a serious person."

"have what?"

"Anyway, there is a notebook here. I don't put it in the safe but secretly hide it here. Damn it, what do you think it could be!"

"Well done!"

"gone!"

…

"It's done." After entering the room, Sol sat down on the sofa, picked up the cigarette on the coffee table, lit it and took a deep breath. Then he took out a big brown paper bag from his satchel and said, "Shit."

, this cross-shareholding plan was so complicated that it took me a whole week to figure it out."

"This is designed by that guy Lamb. According to him, nine companies are cross-shared in three tax-free places, which will definitely make Forpole feel desperate." Sean stood in front of the bar and started to wash his hands, "Drink.

Order something and I’ll make you a drink myself as a reward.”

“Angel’s Kiss.” Saul said weakly: “I’d better forget about your reward. The more serious thing is to help me get more legal business.”

"Okay." Sean said while taking out the cocoa liqueur, whipped cream 1, and cherries: "What, are you joining the law firm?"

There was no sound from Saul. After a while, Sean walked over with a cup of Angel Kiss and put it on the coffee table. "Why, you still don't agree?"

"Yes." Sol's face looked a little ugly.

"Want to know why?" Sean said casually, leaning lazily on the sofa.

"You know!?" Thor sat upright suddenly, "What's the reason?"

"Do you believe it when I say it was your brother who disagreed?" Sean said in a faint voice.

"How is it possible?!" Thor's eyes widened and he grabbed Sean's shoulders, "This is impossible, how did you know it?"

"Why is it impossible?" Sean sneered, "There are too many illogical things in the world. Everyone thinks it is impossible, but that is exactly what is reasonable. Akomo Apple is still talking to himself

The daughter-in-law committed adultery, the twins could be half-sons, nothing is impossible."

"As for the specific source of the information, you don't need to ask. The reason is actually simple. Your brother is too paranoid, and he envies you and is jealous of you."

"How is it possible that he is envious of me?" Saul didn't believe this at all. "I'm just a little gangster, but he is a lawyer who is admired after his success. What can I do to make him envious and jealous?"

"I don't know the specific situation in your family, but let me give you a chestnut. When I was a child, those children who were obedient and sensible were not necessarily the most loved by their parents and teachers. It was the ones who were naughty and troublesome and were doted on by their parents and teachers.

, even the female classmates like this kind of kid."

"Why do everyone like those naughty and mischievous children who are poor at studying and have no merit? Will obedient, sensible and well-educated children be jealous?"

"Obviously I'm doing better, why?"

"But...Chuck is very good to me." Saul 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 is a famous psychology expert. He should

can help you find the answer.”

Sol clutched the business card in his hand tightly, and the card turned into a ball.