American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 14: Sandy Pretending to Be a Pig and Eating a Tiger

Ron stood up and walked out with the box.

Money is a man's courage, and a man cannot live without money, so he confiscated the money on behalf of the police.

When passing the corridor, he found a car key from Anton's body.

Open the trunk of the car, put the box inside, and close it with a "bang".

He opened Anton's car and found a small tracker from under the passenger seat.

Ron was a little dissatisfied that no money was found.

However, trackers are also important.

He finally figured out how Anton tracked down Lu Weilin?

Not surprisingly, there should be a locator inside the cash box.

Anton tracked Lu Weilin's location through the tracker.

The purpose is for the money in the box.

Lu Welin guessed that he might be being followed.

Then he discovered that the drug dealer had arrived at the hotel before him.

So, through the ventilation duct, he put the cash box on top of the ventilation duct in the room where the drug dealer was.

Let Anton mistakenly think that the box of money is in the drug dealer's room.

Anton had a fierce exchange of fire with drug dealers for money.

Anton successfully killed the drug dealer, but did not find the box of money.

The three groups fought each other for the money in the box.

Anton is dead.

The drug dealer is dead.

If Lu Weilin is killed again, then he can keep the money for himself.

Of course, he will definitely be targeted by drug dealers.

But it doesn't matter.

By the time the drug dealer finds him, maybe he has already returned to Los Angeles.

So Ron thought about it, and decided to seize the opportunity.

Bigger and stronger, create greater glories.

Anyway, they are working hard, why not earn more?
By the way, maybe the superiors will reward him for killing Anton.

So in addition to getting the stolen money, he can also get awards and bonuses from his boss.

Harvest three times, triple happiness.

This wave of winning is hemp!

As for leaving this sum of money to the police.

Don't make trouble, he is the police!

It was so exciting just now, and he paid so much for the security of California.

Point rewards are not too much.

If he hadn't killed Anton, maybe Anton would have killed many people.

The only loophole is Luwellin.

I knew that I should have killed Lu Weilin directly just now, after all, only the dead are the most confidential.

The thought startled Ron.

He didn't know when he became so ruthless.

He now understands that the black police will eventually become black, and killing the police is a child's play.

It's all about greed, maybe it was just for a little money at first, but in order to keep secrets and not expose myself, or in order to be greedy for more, the bottom line is getting lower and lower.

Ron put the tracker in the trunk as well.

"Mighty and mighty..."

Just in time, the alarm sounded suddenly.

Ron frowned as he watched the approaching police car.

The police came at an inopportune time.

Lu Welin hasn't kept his mouth shut yet.

Ron seemed to think of something, and then smiled.

He stood next to the car, quietly waiting for the police car to pull into the motel.

Three police cars drove into the hotel and pulled into the parking lot.

Getting out of the police car, the policeman habitually touched the pistol at his waist.

Ron took out his ID and shook it in front of his chest.

"FBI, who is your boss?"

Five white men, three black men came over, and one of them was a black woman.

Ron looked at several people, and the slightly fat middle-aged man was in the front.

He has a mustache, with his hands on his belt, and walked over swaggeringly.

"Hi, I'm Sheriff Eric."

He reached out casually.

Ron reached out and shook it.

"Los Angeles, FBI Ron, and my teammate Sandy."

Eric looked Ron up and down, seeing that Ron was so young, the contempt on his face flashed away.

"Sorry, we need to check your credentials."

"no problem!"

The policewoman took his ID and immediately used a pager to call the headquarters to check the serial number of the FBI ID.

The results of the inquiry came out quickly, and the policewoman took a deep look at Ron, handed the ID to Ron, and then nodded to Eric.

"Although I don't know what happened in the hotel? But I have to remind you that in Moline, the FBI cannot break certain rules."

Eric's tone was stiff, and he said to Ron very bluntly.

"Can I take a step to speak?"

Ron glanced at the policewoman.

Eric thought for a while, and said to the others: "Protect the scene of the crime, and don't let people destroy the scene."

"Yes, sir."

After the police left, Ron took out the investigation certificate and shook it.

"Get to know each other again, Special Investigations Bureau, Ron."

Eric's expression changed dramatically when he saw Ron's investigation certificate.

Because these people are the gods of plague.

Wherever they appear, there are basically supernatural forces haunting them.

The police often appear very vulnerable in the face of extraordinary power.

Investigators have the right to cooperate with the police.

In order to protect themselves or reduce casualties, some investigators often ask the police for help, or even use the police as cannon fodder.

Police often suffer heavy casualties.

Ron naturally knew the notoriety of these people, so he hurriedly spoke to appease them.

"Don't be nervous, Sergeant Eric, we were just passing by, and happened to encounter two groups of people fighting. One is a drug dealer, and the other is the wanted criminal Anton Ziger."

"What? Anton Chigurh?"

Sheriff Eric looked at Ron in surprise.

"Yes, but he has been killed by me!"

"Phew... that's great, that guy killed one of my subordinates, and I swore to catch him. It's great that he's finally dead."

"Well, we're investigating a case and we don't have much time to stay."

"No problem, we will do our best to cooperate with you."

Ron identified himself and knew that Ron had killed Anton.

Eric was a lot more polite to Ron.

Ron was used to Eric's arrogance and condescension.

Fortunately, Eric meant what he said, and they just asked some cursory questions.

About an hour later, Ron and Sandy set off again and left Moline.

As for Luwellin...

Ron thought about it carefully, this guy would never disclose that sum of money to the police.

Quite simply, he didn't know that he had gotten the box of money from the ventilation duct.

He probably thought the box of money was in the ventilation duct.

If you don't reveal that money, you still have a chance to get it back.

If it was leaked, the money would be completely lost to him.

Therefore, he will definitely keep the police confidential as he treats his and Sandy's inquiries.

After finally getting out of the police station and returning to the motel, he will find that the money is gone.

It was foreseeable that he would definitely do everything possible to find out about Ron.

By the way, he will be hunted down by drug dealers, because drug dealers are also eyeing the money.

For money, drug dealers will never let him go easily.

If he can escape the pursuit of drug dealers and find Ron and the others.

Ron wouldn't mind giving Luwellin some money to keep his mouth shut.

If Luwellin is taken out by drug dealers.

Then I'm sorry, he can share an extra sum of money.

perfect!

The only tragic character here is Luwelling.

Instead of Ron and Sandy, he attracted the attention of drug dealers and was hunted down endlessly.

When the car drove out of Moline, the sky was already slightly bright.

Through the rearview mirror, Ron glanced at Sandy sitting in the back.

Sandy still wore sunglasses and thick clothes, wrapping herself tightly.

He hesitated to speak, obviously hiding something in his heart.

"Just say anything."

In fact, Sandy has endured it for a long time, and he didn't speak until he left the city.

For a talkative guy like him who can't hide his words, it's really hard to endure.

But now that the showdown is about to happen, Sandy is not in a hurry.

He folded his hands on his chest, glanced at Ron, and said lightly, "I hope you can take the initiative."

"What do you mean?"

Sandy played charades.

"Dude, did you do something behind my back that I don't know about?"

Ron's heart skipped a beat. Did Sandy pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger? What did he see?
This guy was so perceptive that he saw that he had got a lot of money.

Huh?
How did he see that he had a fortune?

You must know that from taking the money to hiding the money, Sandy has been guarding Lu Weilin in the house.

So, how did he figure out that he had hidden a suitcase of money?
Could it be that he opened the trunk?

No, Sandy has been sitting in the back of the car since he came out of the hotel.

Is he the kind of person who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger?

Before, I had been disguising myself.

Facing the green 200 million dollars, finally can't help but have a showdown?

(End of this chapter)