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Erin wrinkled her nose when she heard these words.

Damn it, anything good can happen to this bastard, why can't I rest for a few more days?

"I like your proposal."

Ethan smiled and patted Fisher's arm, not unfamiliar at all: "Director, how did I find that you were in good spirits today? Did you hit a birdie?"

This new director likes to play a few rounds of golf when he has nothing to do.

"No need to flatter me."

Director Fisher forced a smile, frowned and said: "The bank has put a lot of pressure on me, and I need to solve the case as soon as possible."

In a society of capital, capital often has the greatest say.

Capital matters will also come first.

Of course, this is Fisher's opinion.

Under normal circumstances, Ethan only chooses things that are good for him.

It was in his best interest to solve the case now. He immediately got several people busy without any urging from Fisher.

In the bank lobby, many people are busy.

The empty bullet casings that fell on the ground were marked by people from the forensics office one by one, and then collected into evidence bags. These items must be returned for inspection, and there may be residual fingerprints.

But someone who can do such a thing will not leave such obvious flaws.

Erin and the others took out their notebooks and dispersed.

"Hello."

Ethan looked at the corner and strode over: "I am Sheriff Morgan, I will take over this place now, who are you?"

There are two people standing here, being questioned by the patrol police.

He took the patrolman's record book and flipped through it a few times, but his peripheral vision kept scanning the two guys in front of him.

They are all wearing suits, but their temperaments are completely different.

One person is a financial elite, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and the other guy is tall and has thick calluses in certain places on his hands.

"I'm a bank manager."

The gold-rimmed glasses shook hands with Ethan and introduced the man next to him: "He is our security director here."

"Hello."

Ethan nodded and began to ask about the situation: "What happened just now? Which of you is at the scene, can you tell me the situation?"

"I am here."

The man with golden glasses wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and said calmly: "He was in the control room at the time, not in the lobby."

Hearing this, Ethan glanced at the security director.

A considerable number of bank robberies involve internal and external collusion, and they happen to not be in the lobby when the incident occurs. This is a questionable target.

Ethan’s suspicious gaze was not concealed at all.

The security director's face turned red. He tightened his cheeks and faced the questioning gaze calmly.

Their eyes met and Ethan smiled slightly.

The pen in his hand kept waving, quickly recording the bank manager's words.

Not long ago, three men in black suits rushed in with guns raised. Those men came up and opened fire on the ceiling, quickly bringing the scene under control.

He moved quickly, took the money and left.

There was no hesitation or sloppiness.

The situation was very simple, so the manager explained clearly what he knew in just a few sentences.

"What ethnic group are you from?"

Ethan didn't come here to listen to stories. He knocked on the record book and asked in a deep voice: "About your height, what did you say, and do you have an accent?"

These things were what he wanted to know.

"Ethnicity doesn't know."

The manager thought about it carefully and said with a trembling voice: "These people are wearing black suits, black hoods, and black glasses. There is no way to judge."

"neck."

Ethan tapped his neck and tapped his wrist with the pen: "There is also this place that many people will ignore. Think about it carefully."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses thought about it again and nodded firmly:

"The hood is very long and covers the entire neck."

"And gloves."

"As for the sound." He breathed out gently and continued:

"Those people didn't say anything, they just opened fire."

"With this kind of dress and this kind of behavior, we cooperated and handed over the money."

Your life is your own, and your money belongs to the company.

Usually when this kind of thing happens, bank employees will cooperate. No one is stupid enough to make fun of their own life. People who dare to rob such a place will not hesitate to shoot.

"All right."

Ethan looked at the few record books and asked helplessly: "Please, you must give me something."

"Height, it's impossible that you don't know this, right?"

These robbers are quite cautious.

However, people who are not careful enough cannot play such a high-risk game.

"Pretty much same as you."

Regarding this, the gold-rimmed glasses were unambiguous: "Maybe a few centimeters shorter than you. The heights of the three of us are similar."

The pen tip slid, and Ethan wrote the words 180.

With this height, you can catch a lot of them on the street, but it can barely be regarded as a clue.

"Boss."

Rusek came over, handed a piece of glass shard to Ethan's hand, and pointed to several corners on the wall of the hall: "The cameras have been smashed, but before that, some images should be left."

Seeing that he couldn't tell anything from the gold-rimmed glasses, Ethan turned his head and looked at the security director:

"I need surveillance footage from here."

"Also have the records of on-duty personnel for the past month. Are there any questions?"

"no problem."

The security director nodded and pointed to the side: "The control room is inside, please come with me."

"correct."

Ethan followed him forward and asked curiously:

"How much money were you robbed of?"

"About one million," the man pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "The specific amount has not been calculated yet."

"Is that all?" Ethan frowned:

"The benefits are too bad."

Rusek and the security director staggered at the same time, looking at Ethan strangely, wondering why anyone would think that the robbers did not steal enough money.

"These people are not going to the treasury."

The security director explained patiently: "With this kind of robbing method, it's already a lot of money to grab."

Ethan shook his head. This kind of work can be described in six words.

High risk, low return.

If it were you, you would either focus on the treasury or go for sole sales.

These places are good places to make a fortune.

Soon arriving at the monitoring room, he and Rusek both watched the video.

Just as the manager said, three guys dressed in black quickly rushed in with guns drawn. These people took control of the scene and immediately smashed the cameras.

The captured image is very short and nothing can be seen.

However, he still made a copy of the surveillance video, got the list of people on duty, and then returned to the lobby.

At this time, Erin and Atwater also walked quickly.

"I asked again."

Erin put the record book away: "A witness saw a red BMW parked outside, but the driver of the car was disguised."

"I don't know the specific appearance."

"No one was injured." Atwater took over: "The robbers did not have any communication with the people inside the bank."

Pointing to the five or six people in the corner, he continued:

"They were also lying on their stomachs and didn't know any characteristics about the robbers."

The three of them fell silent, waiting for the next instructions.

"Everyone here."

Ethan looked around and pointed with his hand: "Register the identity information of everyone, including staff and guests, and go back and check them one by one."

"We also need to get the surrounding surveillance videos."

"clear."

The three of them nodded and immediately walked towards the patrolman next to them.

The workload was a bit heavy and more hands were needed to help. Ethan raised his head and squinted at the surveillance camera on the wall.

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