They all call me master

"What's wrong?"

Arthur asked with a smile.

"We should not be greedy."

"We shouldn't have taken the canes from Tate's Cane Shop."

Hunter and Newt each said one sentence at a time.

Facing Arthur who can 'psychic', the two of them really didn't dare to hide it. Moreover, this morning, the earl even signed a contract for Arthur to enjoy the treatment of a first-class police officer.

This is enough to prove the earl's trust in Arthur.

Moreover, the first-class constable already has the power to fire any patrol officer.

This point is particularly critical.

The two knew very well what they would face once they no longer had the status of patrol officers - not to mention other things, just those gang members who were extremely respectful in the past would immediately eat them without swallowing their bones.

And their families will end up even more miserable.

When they thought of that scene, both of them burst into tears.

Arthur was unmoved by this.

he continued to ask.

"anything else?"

"ah?"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, while Maltz on the side couldn't help it anymore.

"Ah? Ah what!"

The old police chief raised his foot and kicked the two of them on the butts, yelling angrily.

"You two ignorant bastards who don't know what you can and can't get - you two have lost three months' salary."

The old sheriff was cursing and using gestures to question Arthur in a covert manner.

After confirming that Arthur had no objections, the decision was made.

Arthur knew very well what the patrol officers in Nanlos looked like.

It would be the same if it were someone else.

Even more excessive.

Might as well keep two people.

Of course, this is definitely not because the two guys who made mistakes are easier to handle. The young 'psychic medium' simply chose to follow the rules of Nanlos.

That's really it.

Hunter and Newt both cried again.

However, this time it was tears of joy.

Although he lost his salary for three months, he kept his status as a patrol officer, which was enough - even if life was difficult, it was enough to survive.

The two immediately wiped the corners of their eyes and continued.

“We took some things from Tate’s Cane Shop that day and left, and when we returned about twenty minutes later, we saw Frank stealing something.

We rushed in and Frank ran away with the stolen goods. "

Hunter said matter-of-factly.

"Actually, we let Frank go on purpose.

He is holding a few canes in his arms, which looks very good. We want to let him out. He will definitely throw these canes in order to escape. We remember the location.

When you catch him, you can come back and pick up the cane, and you can get another subsidy. "

Newt added.

Such additions made the old police chief so angry that another person kicked him in the face.

It's not that they are angry at the greed of the two.

Instead, he was angry with the two people and caused what happened next.

Although he didn't know why his partner was asking these questions, the old police chief was certain that what he was asking now was definitely related to the two corpses next to him.

It's okay to be greedy.

If greed gets in the way, something will happen.

"You two go back and write a 20,000-word review for me!"

the old sheriff snarled.

Suddenly, the two of them had a bitter look on their faces.

Both were literate, but not much.

Twenty thousand words is a big project, and you will most likely have to find someone to write it for you, which is naturally another expense.

After the old sheriff finished scolding him, Arthur continued to ask.

"Then you go back and find the cane?"

"No!"

"We couldn't find one - we both confirmed the location, in the area where West Merck Avenue leads to Garden Street, but when we came back, it was gone."

Hunter and Newt shook their heads together and said with great certainty.

"So that's it."

Arthur whispered to himself.

Such words immediately attracted everyone's attention, especially Maltz and Cook. At this moment, looking at the two corpses, they were still confused.

"Hunter, Newt, do you guys know any guy in the Shire area who is thin and has been active in South Los Angeles for at least 20 years?"

"It's Faulkner!"

"This old guy is a well-known 'broker' in the Shire area. He not only receives stolen goods, but also sells some information. He has lived in South Los for at least 20 years."

Faced with Arthur's inquiry, Hunter and Newt spoke in unison.

"Do you know about the casino on Huayuan Street?"

Arthur continued to ask.

"Know!"

The two spoke in unison again.

"Very good, then Newt, you take Dicko to clean up the casino and catch everyone for me."

"Hunter, take us to that Mr. Faulkner."

After hearing Arthur's arrangement, everyone took action except for the necessary personnel to guard the scene.

Arthur, Maltz and Cook ride in a police carriage.

After the carriage door closed, while Maltz was still thinking, young Cook couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, what is going on?"

"It's just a matter of making money."

Arthur said softly.

"Are you motivated by wealth?"

"Just a few canes?"

Cook looked incredulous.

Although the price of the cane is not cheap, in the view of this third-level police officer from the Duo District, the money is not worth killing people.

Maltz was thoughtful at the moment.

Then, the old police chief asked Arthur with his eyes. The latter nodded slightly and made a gesture.

Immediately, the old sheriff narrowed his eyes.

The entire exchange was silent and traceless, and Cook on the side did not notice it at all.

…

After taking a hot bath, Faulkner felt completely refreshed. He stood in front of the mirror and started shaving - the glue that stuck the beard on had already completely adhered to the facial skin. Even after applying it several times with a hot towel, the whole process was still smooth. It was extremely difficult, but even though it hurt his face, the broker didn't feel angry at all.

Because, it's all worth it.

‘I’m afraid those fools have now concluded that someone robbed and killed Frank, right?

After all, I left enough clues.

Oh, there should be news of poor Frank's tragic death in tomorrow's newspaper. ’

Faulkner pretended to be sad and shook his head noisily.

Then, the broker used a hot towel to wipe the remaining glue and hair on his face for the last time.

After confirming again that nothing was left behind, he walked out of the bathroom.

He stretched his body and threw the leather bag that had been wrapped around his waist into the corner - this leather bag is a kind of waist bag commonly used by herdsmen and can store a large amount of water.

Of course, it can also be used to hold oil.

‘Once this thing is taken care of, everything will be perfect! ’

Faulkner thought about it, but his hand couldn't help but touch the cane.

The T-shaped cane has good support, and the head of the cane is carved with grip marks that can accommodate fingers, but these are not important.

What matters is the body of the staff.

Faulkner was fascinated by the golden glow at a tiny spot of paint peeling.

He raised his hand and stroked it carefully, murmuring involuntarily.

"Gold! Gold!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door downstairs——

Boom, boom!