Blackstone Code

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

Today's operation was a complete failure. Whether it was Lynch who made a sudden surprise to deliver the goods, or another team that searched his temporary residence, nothing unusual was found at all.

Not to mention finding at least 5,000 yuan in change from the informant, they didn't even see 1 yuan in change, whether it was on 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 position relationship within the Federal Taxation Service makes this special department have unimaginable competitiveness for outsiders.

Everyone wanted to be an "agent," not an "investigator," and Michael was the one with the best chance of getting the promotion.

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

Most people blame others when they encounter problems and troubles. Michael blamed this failure on the informant who gave unreliable information.

So he invited the informant to this room, and then raised the chair amidst fury and growls, and slammed it on his back.

"Do you know how much I lost because of your wrong information?" While struggling to break free from his partner's obstruction, he pointed to the painful-looking informant lying on the table.

The informant is a masthead, and the main intelligence channels in Sabine City and other cities are in the hands of some professional intelligence gathering agencies and mastheads.

The newsboys will tell the newspaper head what they find different, which is another job between the newsboy and the newsboy.

They may not give the newsboys any rewards for this, no money, no rewards, but the newsboys still do so obediently, in exchange for harsh favors.

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

Everyone who comes out to buy and sell information is not for justice and morality, but for money, and there is no need to flaunt yourself too noble.

There are people like Michael, but not many, and it's kind of stupid to take your anger out on someone online.

The masthead's facial muscles were twisted and tangled because his back was hit hard by the chair, his eyes were full of hatred, and this hatred quickly became docile.

He had a clue in Michael's hands, he had a young girl before, and then something happened, and Michael just happened to find out.

Michael took the girl away, and also left some evidence, such as the recording of his confession and the crime he wrote with his own 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 also prayed that all this terrible thing would pass quickly.

He seems to have forgotten that there was once a girl who prayed like this, but she didn't get the result she hoped for.

Michael pushed his partner away and walked to the edge of the table. He grabbed the newspaper head's hair and hit him with a fist. His partner stood aside and did not continue to stop him.

As long as Michael doesn't use things, he won't interfere too much. At least he can't beat people to death with his bare hands, but he can take things. He just does this to prevent accidents, and he doesn't really want Michael to have violent behavior.

Of course, if people are killed, it is not impossible to solve it, but it will be a little troublesome and there are a lot of things to manage.

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

To a large extent, he can be acquitted in court. After all, some small accidents in the process of chasing fugitives are also acceptable.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

After punching several times in a row, Michael put down his fist when the newspaper head's cheek was swollen high and deformed.

He shook his hands, picked up the glass of water on the table, lifted it up, and poured cold water on the newspaper head's head.

The water slid down his hair one by one, which made his vague consciousness come to him immediately, and then the severe pain and partial numbness of unconsciousness made him a little... at a loss.

It felt very painful, but he didn't know exactly where it hurt.

"Arrange your people, send him 5,000 yuan in change this afternoon, and then we will catch the scene!" Michael quickly found a way, he looked back at his partner, and his partner nodded slightly to agree with his plan .

From a judicial point of view, such behaviors that may be involved in "inducing a crime" are themselves illegal, and all the behaviors and evidence collected by the suspect in this process are not legally effective.

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

Sometimes it is normal for the front-line detectives to operate the chain of evidence a little bit so that the criminals can be brought to justice smoothly, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.

He pulled the newspaper head's hair again, and tore his hair back, so that he had to raise his stupid face with half of his swollen cheeks to look at himself, "Got it?"

The dodging eyes of the masthead dissipated a lot of the anger in Michael's heart and some emotions he couldn't put into words. He was still the same Michael that people couldn't "refuse", not the guy who suddenly became a little timid and gave in.

"Yes...I see..."

Michael let go of his hand, and some water stains fell on his palm due to the wet hair. He reached out and wiped back and forth on the newspaper head's clothes, and then patted the swollen face. He left with a satisfied smile.

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

He stood up slowly, just when he straightened his back, there was a piercing pain that forced him to bend his upper body. He picked up the hat and pressed it on his head, paused for a minute or two, and left the room Room.

On the other side, Lynch, who returned to the temporary residence from the laundromat, immediately chose to call the police when he saw the messed up room.

Yes, call the police, he didn't silently act as if nothing happened, although he knew what happened here.

Soon the police came. They took a look at the scene and immediately came to a conclusion. In addition, Lynch said that he had lost 500 yuan. This was obviously a case of burglary, and the amount was not small.

As for how to solve 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 crimes and is caught, it will be difficult for Lynch to recover. loss.

That basically means that the case is over.

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

The policeman who stood at the door and was in charge of taking notes on the spot withdrew his attention from his colleague, and then looked at Lynch, "Yes?"

"I remembered, I also lost a gold ring, which was a gift I was going to give to my girlfriend, and it was engraved with 'My Beloved Catherine'..." He sighed remorsefully, "I should Take it with you!"

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

"Anything else to add?"

Lynch shook his head, "No, not anymore, thank you for coming, sir!"

The policeman took back the pen and clipped the clipboard. He lifted the brim of his hat, "Wait for our good news, young man!"