blackstone code

chapter 9
With a loud "bang", a chair fell apart in Michael's hands, and his partner hurriedly stopped between him and the "informer", trying to calm Michael down as much as possible.

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

Not to mention finding at least 5000 yuan in change from the informant, they didn't even see one yuan in change, whether it was on Lynch himself or in that room.

Failure to act means that Michael will lose face in front of his colleagues. The hierarchy and position within the IRS make this special department unimaginably competitive.

Everyone wants to be an "agent", not an "investigator," and Michael is the one with a good chance of being promoted.

But if Lynch and Fox are disturbed by this failed operation and the subsequent plan fails, then he will become a laughing stock and don't expect to be promoted in two or three years.

The vast majority of people put the blame on others when they have problems and troubles, and Michael blamed the failure on informants who gave unreliable intelligence.

So he invited the informant to the room, and then, in a fit of rage and growls, he raised the chair and slammed it on his back.

"Do you know how much I have lost because of your erroneous information?" As he struggled to break free from his partner's obstruction, he pointed at the informant who looked distressed on the table.

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

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

They may not give the newsboys any remuneration for this, there is no money, no rewards, but the newsboys are still very obedient to do so in exchange for harsh favors.

Some smart investigators and detectives have some similar informants, and at the same time, a masthead does not only serve one home.

Everyone comes out to buy and sell information not for a sense of justice and morality, but for money, and there is no need to advertise themselves as too noble.

There are people like Michael, but not many, and it's a stupid move to take anger on someone online.

The masthead was smashed by the chair on the back, and the muscles in his face were twisted and tangled together. His eyes glowed with hatred, and the hatred soon became docile.

He had the handle in Michael's hands. He had gotten a young girl before, and something happened later, which happened to be discovered by Michael.

Michael took the girl and left behind some evidence, such as the tape of his confession and the crime he handwritten with his fingerprints.

"I didn't lie, the child in my hand gave him nearly 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 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 hair of the masthead and punched him. His partner stood aside and did not continue to block.

As long as Michael doesn't use things, he won't interfere too much, at least he can't kill people with his bare hands, but he can take things. He did this just to prevent accidents, and he didn't really want Michael to behave violently.

Of course, if it does cause human life, it is not impossible to solve it, but it will be a little more troublesome and there will be a lot of things to manage.

Sabine is a small city. Whether it is the Bureau of Investigation or the Tax Office, people in the courts are familiar with them. They will not sentence a government worker with a promising future to death for someone who is on the edge of gray. .

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

One punch, two punches, three punches...

After punching several times in a row, Michael dropped his fist when the masthead's cheeks were swollen and deformed.

He shook his hands, picked up the glass of water on the table, and poured cold water on the head of the masthead.

The water slid down his hair, causing his vague consciousness to suddenly wake up, and then the intense pain and the numbness of partial loss of consciousness made him a little... at a loss.

It hurts a lot, but he doesn't know exactly where the pain is.

"Arrange for your person to send him 5000 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 in agreement with his plan.

From a judicial point of view, it is illegal to be suspected of "inducing a crime", and all the behaviors and evidence collected by the suspect in the process have no legal effect.

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

Sometimes it is normal for the front-line detectives to manipulate the evidence chain a little so that the criminals can successfully subdue the law. Everyone has long been accustomed to it.

He tugged at the head of the masthead's hair again, and tore his hair back, forcing him to lift up his stupid face with half of his swollen cheeks to look at himself, "Understood?"

The dodging gaze of the masthead dissipated a lot of the anger in Michael's heart and some emotions he couldn't describe. He was still the Michael who couldn't be "rejected", not the guy who was suddenly timid and gave in.

"Yes... I understand..."

Michael let go of his hand, wet hair let some water stains fall on his palm, he reached out and wiped the masthead's clothes back and forth, and then patted the swollen face, in the screams of the masthead. He left with a satisfied smile.

The room returned to calm, and the gaze of the masthead changed from a very short period of hatred, hatred, and madness to gradually becoming docile.

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 hand, Lynch, who returned to the temporary residence from the laundromat, looked at the room that had been turned over and immediately chose to call the police.

Yes, call the police, he didn't silently pretend that 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 detect 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 the crime 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 was standing at the door and was in charge of taking the scene took back 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. It was engraved with 'My Beloved Catherine'..." He sighed regretfully, "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 record and comforted him, "This is a very important clue. If that guy wants to let go of his hands in the near future, we might find it out. ."

"Anything else to add?"

Lynch shook his head, "No, no, thank you for coming over, sir!"

The policeman withdrew the pen, clipped the clipboard, and propped on the brim of his hat, "Wait for our good news, young man!"

(End of this chapter)