The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

The next day, Lance got up and washed up and went to the living room. Max also prepared breakfast, which seemed very plain and peaceful.

"Max, this money is for you, if you want to buy anything, just buy it, it's not enough to tell me." Lance, who had just finished eating, wiped his mouth, took out two thousand dollars from his pocket and handed it to Max.

The cute little girl hesitated for a while, and finally accepted the huge amount of money that she had never seen before.

"Ding-dong! Ding dong! The

anxious ringing interrupted the conversation between the two, well, it was really annoying that people kept visiting for two days in a row! It's not nine o'clock yet! I haven't opened my doors yet!

The astute Max put the money away in a small bag he carried.

Inside was the phone Lance bought her yesterday.

After putting the money away, he ran to open the door, only to see two men in police uniforms standing outside.

The moment she saw the police, Max, who was still very enthusiastic, instantly became extremely indifferent, she did not have any good feelings for the police, but still got out of the way.

Lance frowned, he could see Max's attitude, perhaps because of her past that made her disgusted with these strips.

And these two people seem to be looking for fault.

"Max, you go back to the room first." Lance stepped forward and touched her head.

"Hmm!" After glancing back at the two policemen, Max returned to his room.

Only then did the policeman come in: "Are you Lance?

"Would you believe me if I said I wasn't?" Lance was a little speechless, you all found my house and asked me if it was, isn't this nonsense?

"Well, Mr. Lance, then introduce yourself, I'm Detective Paul Hall."

"So, what is Officer Hall?"

Paul Hall said with a serious look: "I heard that you are a bounty hunter and private investigator?

"Yes, please sit down." Lance took the lead in sitting on the sofa and extended his right hand to make an inviting gesture to the two.

"Your license should be complete, right?" Detective Hall walked back and forth in his small office, and another black detective who didn't know what his name was, stood motionless.

"Your Excellency Detective, just say something straight, no need to go around in circles." Lance fiddled with Tom on his lap a little impatiently, he now hated people who were beating around the bush, grinding and twisting.

"Okay, Detective Lance, then I'll be blunt, have you ever been hired to stalk a Miranda Prichett woman?" Detective Hall gestured to the other sideways, and the two sat down on the couch opposite Lance.

"Yes."

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"Last night."

"Last night?"

"What's the problem? Isn't it normal to commission during the day and find someone at night? Lance gave him a disgusted look.

Detective Hall was silent for a while before suddenly laughing, looked at him again, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and said, "Only this once?" You don't mind if I smoke a cigarette, do you?

"Feel free, her so-called sister asked me to find her and see if she was okay by the way, so I did so last night." Lance was still a little careless, reaching out to stroke little Tom on his leg.

"Would you be surprised if I told you that she was brutally killed last night?" Detective Hall suddenly changed his tone and said with a serious look.

"Cruel?"

Lance, who heard this question, also laughed: "In this free country, I will not be surprised by anyone who suddenly dies." "

Freedom has never been universalism, the essence of freedom is the pursuit of the strong.

This "liberal democracy" has shaped them to worship the strong, to remain the law of the jungle in their consciousness, and to be a barbaric civilization.

The goal they pursue is not to be the strongest, but "I am better than you" so that I have "freedom".

Detective Hall didn't expect Lance to say such a sentence, and he was stunned for a while.

This man's attitude is too arrogant!

Detective Hall slapped the table a little annoyed and said, "Young man, don't be too arrogant.

"Hehe, aren't you arrogant or a young man? Lance stood up and looked directly at the two in front of him.

"Detective Hall!"

Lance continued: "I'm not a fool, I know she was murdered and she's dead, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me.

"And I, who happened to be near her house some time before she died, happened to be killed again after I left, so I became the first suspect, didn't I?"

Detective Hall was a little surprised by Lance's calmness, looked into Lance's eyes, and found that the other party's eyes were cold, and there was no fear at all.

"The summons and detention lasted up to forty-eight hours, so it is better to let me hurry up and continue to investigate this matter."

Lance's attitude has shown everything, no matter who the other party is, he wants to find the other person out.

He didn't want to waste time with this Hall detective.

"Lance, I hope you cooperate with the investigation, otherwise we will take relevant measures." Detective Hall stood up and folded his hands in front of his chest.

"Then please, I won't accompany you."

Lance didn't bother to pay any more attention to the man, his instincts telling him that things were definitely not simple.

The girl's death was definitely not just an accident.

Lance felt he might be involved, but there were no absolute coincidences in this world.

Detective Hall didn't say much, their purpose was to scare Lance, then force him to assist in the investigation, and finally send Lance to the police station.

But others are not afraid at all, so it is useless to bring it to the police station, it will only increase the trouble and your own workload.

The two whispered a few words, and finally Hall looked at Lance and said: "Since Detective Lance is so confident, I also believe that Your Excellency is innocent, I hope you can notify us in time if you find anything, OK?" Lance

, who watched the two policemen leave, called Tom to call Max and could come out.

Then he returned to the room, and he needed someone to think about his current situation.

For starting with the investigation of a downtime number, it is a good choice to find Brian now, as a retired agent he must still have his own intelligence system.

And Max is only thirteen years old now, and he is only eighteen years old, how to adopt her? One age condition alone is enough to shoot Lance to death.

It is expressly stipulated that the adopter must be at least 30 years of age, but there is no age limit for the adoption of a spouse's children.

The adopter should be more than 15 years older than the adoptee.

If the adoptee is a child of the adopter's spouse, the adopter should be more than 10 years older than the adoptee.

Lance felt that Brian could easily solve this problem and investigate the number.

However, he would not draw Brian into the matter, because Lance knew that this was a naked conspiracy, but what he did not know was why others had chosen him.