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Atlantic City.casino.

"Our new number, name is Lumichael, retired watch repairman, widower, childless, wife Marilyn died of cancer six months ago, the information has been sent to you." Harold's voice came as they stepped When entering a certain casino in the Atlantic Ocean, it rang at the right time, and then Peng Ziqian and Reese separated to find a machine to sit down, clicked on baccarat, and then took out the phone and saw the few words Harold had just sent. "Uncle Harold, this is not your usual style." Peng Ziqian shook his head and pressed his ear with a smile.

"No way, there are too few online information available for Mitchell's age." Harold said in a helpless tone on the phone.

"It seems that Mitchell's luck is not very good." At this time, Reese, who had already found the target, found a machine close to the target and sat down, and said to the other two people in the connection.

"Why does an old man on minimum living guarantee lose so much?" Peng Ziqian also turned his head to look over there and frowned when he saw the chips swept away in front of the old man.

"Probably usury," Rees replied.

"But he can't afford it..." Peng Ziqian frowned. "Uncle Harold, maybe you should bother to check the debt of our target."

At this time, their target stood up, and Peng Ziqian heard Reese say on the other end of the connection, "Peng, you wait here, I will follow. Look around... there are always countless possibilities in the casino."

"This is based on your experience, Mr. Rhys??" Peng Ziqian chuckled while pressing the earphones while pointing to the screen of the machine to play cards.

"I'm an international agent." Reese replied.

After Rees followed the old man back home and confirmed that the other party would not come out after a rest, he turned around to pick up the little guy who was still in the casino, looked at the win/loss value displayed at the bottom of the other party's machine screen and said coolly, "It seems that you are It was fun to play."

"Well, you're too slow." Peng Ziqian turned his head and shrugged and said, "There are some discoveries that don't count, let's talk about them when we go out."

"Let's go... Find a hotel to rest." Reese handed the walking stick standing on the side to Peng Ziqian.

"Before that, let me withdraw the money, at least we have the rent." Peng Ziqian smiled, she just won [-] with this machine, she didn't want such a cheap casino.

"I found that there are many old people who are about the same age as Mitchell coming and going in this casino. And many of them have lost a lot of money." Walking out, Peng Ziqian said to Reese and Harry on the other end of the phone. Rhodes said, "A casino full of people of this age group is rare even in Las Vegas. Maybe you need to check the accounts of a few more people." Peng Ziqian pressed the headset and said to Harold.

While talking, she followed Reese through a street, glanced across the street inadvertently, she suddenly stopped, she saw that the alley on the other side of the street was cordoned off by the police station, and then she looked at I saw an SUV with fbi on it parked on the side of the street.She stopped and subconsciously looked there a few more times and asked, "Uncle Harold, what big case in Atlantic City has alerted the FBI recently?"

"Uh..." Harold replied after typing on the keyboard, "There seems to be a serial murder case."

"The serial murder case is such a serious threat to personal safety that you didn't receive a number?" Peng Ziqian said while seeing a figure walking out of the alley.

It's Emily and Ross. The two seem to be discussing and didn't see the opposite side of the street. Peng Ziqian immediately turned his head and stood beside Reese, letting Reese stand in the middle, "You didn't tell me in advance that Bau is also handling the case here .”

"You can't blame Harold for this, you didn't hear about it from your little boyfriend?" Reese answered with a squinting glance at the person Peng Ziqian was avoiding.

"I don't talk about work with Spencer." Peng Ziqian replied with a blank look at him.

"Who are you to blame?" Rees looked at the other side, and another FBI car came. Peng Ziqian's acquaintance ran directly to the person who got off the car. It seemed that they were together, so he immediately stretched out his hand and walked away from the car. Walking along the passing bench, someone's hat hung on Peng Ziqian's head, then snatched Peng Ziqian's walking stick and threw it directly into the passing trash can, then ignored the other party's eyes of condemnation. said, "Take my arm."

"..." Although Peng Ziqian was reluctant, in order to ensure that he would not be exposed, he had to follow Reese's words.

The next morning, in order to follow the old man, they acted early in the morning.Reese was still talking to people, and Harold spent some time hacking into the entire bank to check the financial situation of several old people including Lu.

"Miss Peng. Mr. Reese thinks that Lu once messed with the mafia."

"It's not surprising, Atlantic City... Who hasn't seen a mafia or two in those days." Peng Ziqian said casually, looking for some news in the old newspaper provided by Harold——Lu was still young In the era when the computer network was not yet popular, many things were paper-based, and old newspapers needed to be checked.

"Know a mafioso or two who snapped all his fingers off?"

"Well... this is a great hatred." Peng Ziqian was taken aback when he heard Harold's further explanation, and then she found a newspaper in 1978 about the wedding of Lu and his wife...Peng Ziqian noticed that there It was not the bride’s parents who handed over the bride to the groom at the wedding, which meant that her parents did not approve of the marriage, she paused, “Maybe Mr. Reese is right, Lou does have a lot to do with the Mafia ties. Or worse, a mafia."

"An old mafia?" Harold asked as he continued typing on the keyboard quickly, and then he paused "I found the problem. I found that the old people that Ms. Peng provided before... are the same as Lu... ...Losing a lot of money every day at Venus Casino. It's probably not a coincidence. There's probably something wrong with that casino."

"Maybe I have to ask Lu if there are any old enemies...Which one of you will take over from me?" Riston asked after a pause.

"...I'll go." Harold said first.

"Harold?" Harold's words surprised Reese, and he paused, "I'm not discriminating...but this job may be more suitable than you..."

"Miss Peng is still wounded."

"Oh... I remember you didn't say that when I was injured." Rees said plaintively on the other end of the connection.

"..." Harold pursed his lips, "Miss Peng, if you are very concerned about the case your friends are holding..."

"No, no, no, they can do a good job. Let's continue with ours." Peng Ziqian said to the people on the other end of the line, referring to the interface where he was chatting with Garcia and the report on the serial murders in Atlantic City.

"...Okay then, Ms. Peng can help me look up some things, Lu's past files. And that casino."

"Can't you be black yourself?"

"Mr. Rees... I still prefer to go through official channels if conditions permit." Harold said righteously in the connection, which made Rees nod.

Lu's file was filed at the police station, and Peng Ziqian was able to get it out easily, but Peng Ziqian had no way to get the casino's account.

"Well, I just got information from some prominent gangsters in Atlantic City. Those old acquaintances of Lu's are almost dead."

"I have the same situation here. I found that several old people who Ms. Peng asked me to investigate yesterday also appeared in this pharmacy to pick up medicine. Ms. Peng, where are you?"

"Mafia usury won't work, I'm on my way to the casino." Peng Ziqian rang his voice through the connection after a while, "I'll go and see what I missed yesterday. Contact me in time if there is any situation."

Peng Ziqian walked into the casino, pretended to be strolling casually, looked around, and after a long pause, she found a pattern, the familiar old people she saw yesterday had a habit of standing in the corner one time.Peng Ziqian seemed to be casually strolling over there without being watched, and then saw that the trash can in that corner was full of identical medicine bottles, Peng Ziqian reached out to scoop one up, and then took a picture with his mobile phone and sent it to Harold said, "Uncle Harold, do you think Lu and the rest of the old people took this kind of prescription medicine?"

"...Yes." Harold's voice answered after a few seconds. "How did you scoop it up?"

Peng Ziqian simply took a photo of a trash can full of medicine bottles and sent it to Harold.

"So many pill bottles?"

"Maybe it's not medicine at all." Peng Ziqian shrugged and replied, "I saw Mr. Rees come to the casino. How about your side?"

"I failed..." Harold looked frustrated when he mentioned this, "I gave up tracking Lu, and I found that I am still not suitable for this job."

"……………………Okay, then you can check the relationship between that pharmacy and this casino?" Peng Ziqian really didn't know how to comfort Harold about this matter.

"I'm looking... oh... I don't think so. Because they are under the same name. And the police seem to think this person is dealing drugs."

"This is a lot of stolen money... Maybe the pharmacy and the casino are just a cover for money laundering." Reese had actually been listening to the discussion on the line, but he didn't express his opinion. At this time, he patted Peng Ziqian on the shoulder and licked She tapped in one direction to signal her to pay attention to the movements of Lu's hands, and then under their watchful eyes, they saw Lu secretly scoop up a few chips from the table and put them in his pocket.

"Mr. Reese? Ms. Peng?" Harold, who couldn't see him on the other side of the line, was a little nervous about the silence at this moment, and hurriedly asked.

"Finch, Lou is not only helping to launder the money, but also stealing chips. If Marcus finds out that he has lost the money, he may stop at nothing."

"It's not if, it's already." Peng Ziqian narrowed his eyes and looked at Marcus, the croupier standing in the middle of the casino. His eyes were on their target. Peng Ziqian noticed what he said to his opponent when he turned around. A fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Ding..." Peng Ziqian's phone rang when they followed Lu out of the casino.

Peng Ziqian took out his phone and glanced at Ruide's number, then picked up while walking, "Hi, Spencer, missme?"