America’s Big Hero

"It took so much effort to let a police chief go down? This..." Armstrong looked at Sean with some puzzlement.

For legal reasons, evidence obtained illegally cannot be presented as evidence, so McIntosh Quinnier just resigned voluntarily.

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

As for digging deeper...

No one pushed for it at all, and McIntosh Quinnier had been chief of police for many years and knew too much and was involved too much.

Moreover, the police have a deep relationship with the local prosecutor system.

Therefore, many things cannot be checked.

Being in politics is not only about serving the people, but also about understanding the world.

The water here is so deep that ordinary people can't grasp it.

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

Armstrong frowned, thinking of it, nodded, turned and walked out.

...

Night, Trenton.

McIntosh Quinnier's Cottage.

Two people in dark gray clothes quietly approached the door of the villa. One of them took out a bunch of things and poked the door a few times. With a 'click' sound, he lifted the door handle and quietly pushed the door open.

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

Borrowing the light, the two moved towards the upstairs.

After making a gesture, one of them took out a handle crossbow from his body and shook the string.

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

Nod your head, indicating it's ok.

Taking a deep breath, one of them slammed the door open and then flashed to the side. The other man's hand crossbow was already aimed at the person on the bed and pulled the trigger.

There was a soft sound of "collapse", and the triangular crossbow arrow shot out

Awakened by the sound of the door opening, McIntosh Quinil just opened his eyes in a daze, when a light flashed in front of his eyes, and then, with a 'pop' sound, the crossbow arrow pierced through his head.

After one shot, the crossbow adjusted its direction, and the startled woman next to her raised her head half way up, opened her mouth to scream, and heard another 'collapse'.

A crossbow arrow pierced through the woman's head again.

On the bed, a large amount of blood flowed out, soaking the bedding...

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

"OK!" Another person who was in charge of unlocking the lock gestured.

With all the curtains closed and a special flashlight emitting dim light in your mouth, you can't find anything outside.

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

"The head didn't say anything, the head just said to look for it, if you have a notebook or bribery materials, it's best, if you don't have it, pretend to have it."

"Okay, no decent person keeps a diary these days."

"Nonsense, is Mackintosh Quinell a decent man?"

The two chatted while searching.

"Otherwise, why do you want to record your crime? Crazy?"

"It's called a diary. I heard from Bill. He said it was the head. Those big people like to write this kind of stuff."

"Why? I'm afraid that others will not find evidence?"

"If nothing happened to me, this thing would not be discovered. If something happened to me, this thing is a talisman. You say, if it's you, you can write it or not."

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

"Found it?" A surprised voice sounded.

"Who knows, anyway, the back is empty." Pulling off the skirting with all his strength, he leaned over and saw a small space with a notebook in it.

"Mommy Falk, this guy really isn't a serious person."

"have what?"

"Anyway, there's a notebook here. It's not in the safe but it's secretly hidden here. Damn, what do you think it will be!"

"Good job!"

"gone!"

...

"It's done." Sol sat down on the sofa after entering the room, picked up the cigarette on the coffee table, lit it, and took a deep breath. Then he took out a big kraft paper bag from his satchel and said, "Shit shit!" , This set of cross-shareholding plans is simply too complicated, and it took me a whole week to get it done."

"This was designed by Lamb. According to him, cross-holding shares in nine companies in three tax-free locations will definitely make Fobole feel desperate." Sean stood in front of the bar and began to wash his hands, "Drink Order something, I'll make you a cup myself as your reward."

"Angel's Kiss." Saul said weakly: "Forget about your reward, and help me get more legal business is the real thing."

"Okay." Sean took out cocoa liqueur, fresh cream 1, and cherries and said, "Why, are you going to join the law firm?"

There was no sound from Saul, and after a while, Sean walked over with a cup of Angel Kiss and put it on the coffee table, "Why, still disagree?"

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

"Want to know why?" Sean lazily leaned on the sofa and said seemingly unintentionally.

"You know!?" Saul sat up straight suddenly, "What's the reason?"

"Do you believe it when I said that your brother disagreed?" Sean said in a low voice.

"How is it possible?!" Saul's eyes widened, and he grabbed Sean's shoulder, "It's impossible, how did you know that!"

"Why is it impossible?" Sean sneered, "There are too many illogical things in this world, and everyone thinks it is impossible, but that is just reasonable. Akomo Apple and himself A daughter-in-law commits adultery, twins can be half-sons, what is impossible."

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

"This, how is it possible that he envies me?" Saul didn't believe this at all, "I'm just a little bastard, but he is a barrister who has become famous and admired by others. I have nothing to make him envious."

"I don't know the specific situation in your family, but let me give you a chestnut. When I was young, often those obedient and sensible children were not necessarily the most loved by their parents and teachers, but those who were mischievous and love to cause trouble were even more spoiled by their parents and teachers." , even female classmates like this kind of child.”

"Those mischievous, mischievous, and poor learners have no merits. Why do you like them? Will children who are obedient, sensible, and good at learning be jealous?"

"Obviously I do better, why?"

"But... Chuck is good to me." Saul still couldn't believe it.

"Okay, that's your family business, don't ask me, I don't know your brother, you go to this person." Sean handed Sol a business card, "He is a famous psychologist, he should can help you find the answer."

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