The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 343 Forced to adjust the plan

Los Angeles Metro, on the road near the subway exit of MacArthur Park Station, two dead bodies lay next to a car surrounded by a cordon.

"Thank you for letting me join the investigation of this case, Hobbs, we are indeed best friends~" Ron wore gloves and touched the corpse: "Has the identity of the deceased been investigated? They who is it?"

Hobbs, who was standing next to him, had an expression as if he had eaten a poop: "Actually, it was verified last night. They are all police officers from the Los Angeles Police Department, and they are very good police officers. It is a pity that this street yesterday The monitoring system of the police station is inexplicably broken, otherwise the murderer's face would have been photographed."

"Excellent? Haha, I think you must have misunderstood something." Ron curled his lips and sneered disdainfully.

"The detection rate of these two police officers has always been among the top in the assessment of the entire Los Angeles police force. I think you must have misunderstood something. I will never allow you to insult a dead colleague like this!"

"Misunderstanding? Then let's see what this is?" Ron tore off the clothes of one of the deceased, revealing a ring tattoo on his chest. The tattoo was like a metal object that forcibly scalded a wound on his body. , as if inserting the metal ring.

Hobbs was unimpressed with his discovery: "What is this? I don't remember a rule in the police manual that says that police officers are not allowed to have tattoos on their bodies. This is just a personal preference."

Ron was not in a hurry to refute, but leisurely tore off another person's clothes. Sure enough, there was an identical tattoo in the same position.

"Smart Mr. Hobbs, what are you going to do to explain this tattoo? Could it be that all of this is just a coincidence that two policemen in Los Angeles just got the exact same tattoo in the same place?"

Ron pulled out his dagger and picked at the tattoo on the corpse. On the tattoo, he actually picked out a bloody metal ring the same size as the tattoo, and threw it to Hobbs casually.

"I'll bet you that this thing is definitely made of gold, believe it or not?"

Hobbs looked at the circle in his hand, and finally he couldn't calm down. Based on his experience, if it wasn't an organized behavior, he wouldn't believe it to death.

"Ron, do you have any information about them? Yes, you must! Who are they?!"

"Sorry, I don't have any information about them. I only know that they are a worldwide drug organization. I suggest you check along this line. By the way, has the ballistic analysis report come out? The murderer's gun came from Where did it come from?"

Every gun, due to the small difference caused by Tang wire and manufacturing process, will make their ballistics slightly different, which is equivalent to human fingerprints, which can be used to identify the source and circulation of each gun. Ron believes that with the help of Olof, the Lord of War, he can find out even if the source of the robbery is hidden.

Ron habitually stretched out his hand to the side, and Hobbs also put the ballistic analysis report in his hand reflexively. After he finished this action, the two noticed something was wrong at the same time, and stared at each other.

But in the end, Hobbs' eyes were the first to dodge. After all, Ron was asked now, and Ron won this round.

"The ballistic analysis has been checked, but it's just a few underground gangsters, a bunch of low-level arms dealers, mainly providing weapons to gang members.

They were single-handedly ransacked yesterday by a thug in a suit, shot half to death with his own gun, and are now all in LAPD jail, which I don't think will help the case any. "

Hobbs handed over another file, which contained the statements of the poor punks and some photos of the scene.

"A thug in a suit?" You won't feel sleepy once you mention this Ron. Isn't this her own label?Is there anyone else who can't imitate him?

"Well, although I'm beginning to be a little interested in this person, our task now is not to find this murderer. He has nothing to do with the gang called the Golden Circle that we need to face now. Maybe I will find out when I am free. There's a time to get him out and kick his ass, but definitely not now."

Ron rubbed his chin with some regret: "Our priority now is to continue to track down this golden circle tattoo, believe me, Hobbs, there is definitely a big case in it, if you want to go further in your position, Then do as I say."

Ron returned all the files to Hobbs: "Come on, let's talk to the superiors of these two guys now, I guess he will give us some interesting answers."

On the outskirts of Los Angeles, a remote cubicle in a deserted old library has been filled with various computers by an unexpected visitor at some point.

And the thug in a suit who had just aroused Ron's interest was sitting on the table, reporting yesterday's itinerary to another cripple wearing glasses.

"I think what we have to deal with should be a bunch of corrupt policemen. Fortunately, I have hidden the locator on the eyewitness in advance. Yesterday they actually wanted to silence the eyewitness. Two policemen took everyone to the car in a grand manner. , planning to take him to the suburbs to be shot, but fortunately I showed up in time, and now the witness is safe, what should we do?"

"do nothing."

"What did you say?" The thug in a suit never expected that the crippled man would give her an unexpected answer, and he rushed angrily to the blackboard covered with chains of evidence.

"Look! All the parts are in place. Stiles is the boss of the anti-narcotics team. He and his subordinates have been helping drug dealers transport drugs, but they just happened to be witnessed by that unlucky kid. The evidence of their transaction, so they plan to kill Silently, and arranged for the lawyer to frame the eyewitness' brother to make him bear the charge of killing several other witnesses, they have already killed five people!"

"No, it's six. The eyewitness' elder brother was stabbed to death in prison yesterday. No camera caught who did it."

The cripple turned his head, and if Anonymous was here, he would definitely be able to recognize him as Dr. Finch, the genius engineer who helped him make the Sky Eye machine.

"Then tell me, why do we stop now?!" The thug in a suit slapped the blackboard heavily, but Dr. Finch was not frightened by his aura.

"Because of him," Dr. Staging took out a photo and pasted it on the chain of evidence on the blackboard, and drew an arrow pointing to the photo with the current clue: "Ron Lee Cooper, the best agent of the Irs, now The complexity of this case has exceeded our expectations, and this person will take care of everything that follows.

This person has already focused on you, so all our current activities are completely terminated, until this person diverts his attention away from you, and then start again. "

(End of this chapter)