Lord of the Heavens Fate

I often say, treat a car like a person!

Officer Taconi spoke.

He stood outside the iron gate, looked at Frank who came out, then looked at the brand new BMW outside, and said meaningfully.

Frank glanced at Sergeant Taconi. He didn't recognize him, but he saw the police car behind his BMW.

Putting on a proper smile, he said.

I quite agree, Inspector.

He opened the door.

It's rare that you, a foreigner, know French humor, Mr. Frank!

Officer Taconi looked Frank in the eye.

Smile knowingly, it's just right! Go out for a racing car?

The sudden question didn't bother Frank, who was smiling.

Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee unless the law is revised?

Officer Taconi paused.

Sometimes acting too well is the biggest problem.

But Frank is a special soldier, the elite of the elite, this sentence does not apply to him.

He had seen it just now, and the license plate number on that BMW was not what he was looking for, even though its tail number was also 06.

Officer Taconi took a deep look at Frank.

The police handle cases based on evidence. Without evidence, it is difficult to even apply for a search warrant.

Officer Taconi looked around the room behind Frank and smiled.

Thanks, but I still have a lot of cars to check, 88!

Quite a lot indeed.

Officer Taconi walked out, Frank following.

Officer Taconi said as he walked.

A black BMW BMW735 produced in 1999, the license plate is 06. Some people in this area like this car very much. You should have seen it. They wear high-end suits and come from Italy. Young girls are full of jewels and heavy makeup. They are full of mafia. ·····There was a robbery case, and he escaped by car, the driving skills are very cool!

Officer Taconi had a relaxed expression, and the last sentence seemed to be mentioned casually.

Frank's face remained unchanged.

Driving a 1999 black BMW 735?

The license plate is 06.

Officer Taconi looked at Frank, and Frank smiled knowingly, as if he finally knew why Officer Taconi came to him.

Flawless!

Officer Taconi knew he had met his match.

They have walked to the side of the BMW.

Officer Taconi turned around and looked at the brand new BMW.

Have you been in town recently?

No.

“I love Nice, the food, the grilled fish is delicious.”

Yesterday's robbery happened in Nice. Frank just smiled and acted as if he was listening to Officer Taconi's temptation.

Seeing this, Officer Taconi directly released his ultimate move.

Someone said he saw the robbed black BMW here with the license plate 817NTS06!

here?

Frank raised his eyebrows slightly, as if a little surprised, but not panicked.

Officer Taconi stared at Frank closely, but didn't see anything suspicious.

After a while, he suddenly smiled.

It's the road here, but you are the only one with such a black BMW near this road. Well... Maybe he's wrong.

At the end of this road is Frank's small building, which is a one-way road.

Frank's face remained unchanged, but he was already thinking in his heart.

On the way back from the 'delivery' yesterday, he used the small mechanism on the license plate to change the license plate number. It stands to reason that it is impossible for anyone to see that license plate number on this road.

possible.

Frank nodded.

But it's also possible that that person has some grievances with me!

Oh, really?

Officer Taconi's expression changed slightly, and he could hear that there seemed to be some differences in Frank's tone.

Frank smiled helplessly.

I'm a foreigner after all!

What a coincidence, that person also happens to be a foreigner. Judging from his tone, he should be an Asian!

Asian?

Frank's heart skipped a beat.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the only robber left yesterday, he was Asian!

Could it be him?

A real robber called the police just to confess him as the driver?

Still have this kind of operation?

His brain couldn't help being a little confused. With his thinking, he couldn't figure out why that Asian would do this anyway.

But the intuition developed over the years made Frank feel that the Asian was very suspicious.

Frank trusts his instincts so much!

It was these intuitions that allowed him to survive countless times in danger.

Is it because I didn't take his order?

Frank felt that this reason was absurd, as if ten thousand beasts were galloping in his heart.

It shouldn't be like this, right?

Officer Taconi looked at Frank, who was lost in thought, and knew that he had finally found a breakthrough.

He didn't say any more, just waited quietly.

After half a sound.

Frank spoke.

Maybe you can find that Asian.

He smiled and said this in a joking tone.

The Asian?

Officer Taconi gave Frank a deep look.

I'll look for it.

Frank had a smile on his face.

Are you sure you don't want to have a cup of coffee?

Officer Taconi shook his head.

No, maybe I'll come for a cup of coffee later.

welcome any time!

The two have a tacit understanding of each other.

Officer Taconi left immediately.

Frank turned back.

As soon as I walked to the door, the phone rang suddenly.

He took out his cell phone and pressed answer.

There was a voice on the phone.

Lupo give me your phone number.

Lupo is his work contact.

Please speak up if you have something to say!

I'm looking for a courier expert!

when?

tomorrow!

Frank frowned slightly, and he looked at the police car that had just left.

He pondered for a moment.

Sorry, I don't want to take orders recently.

He eventually turned down the job anyway.

Frank doesn't quite know how the police here handle the case, but he knows that if it's the FBI of each country, he should already be under surveillance at this time.

Although he provided a piece of information to Officer Taconi, it didn't mean that he was completely divorced from the previous robbery.

Of the four robbers, except for the robber boss who was killed by Fang Mu, all three were wandering outside, and the debt worth 20 million was not even a trace.

Under such circumstances, as long as Officer Taconi did not find Fang Mu for a day, Frank knew that he would never escape his attention.

He is a very cautious person, and it is impossible to accept orders at this time.

The person on the other end of the phone was a little upset when he heard this, but he didn't say much, and hung up the phone directly.

Frank is not the only underground delivery man.

Frank went back to his room and continued drinking his coffee happily, not knowing what he was missing.