America, starting as a trainee police officer

Let's go back to the present.

Steve looked at Aetrie nervously.

Attri looked at Steve, then patted him on the shoulder after a few seconds: "Well done."

At the same time, the roar of an engine could be heard.

Then the same coded whistle sounded.

Xiao Fei quickly reopened the rolling shutter door that was lowering.

After the door opened, Chip drove the Carrera and parked it next to Steve and Atreus.

Xiao Hei got out of the passenger seat.

"How's it going, you old man?"

He looked at Atreus with a smile.

"It only takes her 5.2 seconds to go from a standstill to 60 MPH."

Aitley was also very happy to see two cars arrive at once.

"I can vouch for that!" Xiao Hei patted his chest, as if he had stolen the car.

"Hey, Steve."

After Chip got out of the car, he saw Steve.

"Chip." Steve nodded.

"We've secured thirteen vehicles so far, and there are still thirty-seven to go."

At this moment, Xiao Hei picked up a specially made ink pen and found the code names of Carrera and Hemi Cuda on the blackboard under the black light, and crossed out the code names of the two cars.

Black light, also called UV light or ultraviolet light, causes certain special inks to fluoresce noticeably under its illumination.

However, it appears transparent under normal lighting.

This is a tactic that old-school criminals like to use to conceal information.

In the warehouse, everyone's face was beaming with smiles.

After completing this big job, each of them will be able to relax for a long time.

However, before they could even celebrate...

The lights outside came on, sirens blared, and helicopter rotors hummed.

"What the hell!? What happened?"

Everyone began to panic.

"What have you done, Reins!?" Attri looked at Chip with disbelief.

But now was not the time to settle scores, so Aitley quickly directed everyone to get to work.

"Erase the writing on the blackboard! Take the light away!"

"Okay! Okay!"

Everyone was in a flurry of activity.

Steve, mixed in with the crowd, was also in a panic.

...

Outside the warehouse.

Inside a van.

Li Wei and Veronica sat in front of a pile of surveillance equipment that looked quite professional.

"What happened? Where did these police officers come from?" Veronica's face darkened.

These police officers interfered with their plans.

Li Wei shrugged. These police officers were obviously from the Long Beach Police Department and had nothing to do with him.

Veronica rubbed her temples, her head aching, and picked up her headset: "Steve, you continue to infiltrate Attri's team. Don't arouse their suspicion."

"Furthermore, you'd better not have any ulterior motives. Since the District Attorney's Office can provide this agreement, it can also tear it up at any time. If you get caught again, I can guarantee you'll spend the rest of your life in jail."

Veronica didn't forget to threaten Steve.

Inside the warehouse, Steve, who was fleeing with the others, felt a bitter pang in his heart upon hearing Veronica's threat.

He had no idea how things had gotten to this point.

Inside the van, after Veronica gave the order, Levi looked at her and asked, "What do we do now? Go down and meet with the Long Beach police?"

"Let's go. Let's go down and confront them. Let's see where they come from."

Veronica is a very ambitious woman.

The Long Beach Police Department has officially transferred the case to the FBI.

Why would such an action be carried out without prior notice?

She said she was quite angry.

A jeep slowly drove into the warehouse.

A black man in his forties got out of the car.

"What did you find? Delicaf?" the black detective asked.

"They all got away, and we didn't catch a single one. These guys are definitely professionals. The car locks, steering wheel, and ignition system are all intact." Delacaff looked to be in his early thirties; he was a relatively young white detective.

"Furthermore, you can see that there isn't a single affordable car like the Honda Civic here."

"These three Mercedes-Benzes are the latest models."

With that, Delicaf led the black detective Roland Castibeck to the three Mercedes-Benzes.

According to Mercedes-Benz, this batch of new cars is completely theft-proof.

Roland nodded: "Yes, unless you have a digital security key that's been shipped directly from Hamburg, Germany."

"They have an inside man in the Mercedes dealership." This was the only possibility that Delicaf could think of.

"Or, the other party has a very skilled hacker who can crack these encrypted security locks."

Veronica's voice rang out.

Li Wei was borrowed by Veronica and was not wearing a police uniform today; apart from his badge and sidearm, he was in civilian clothes.

"Who the hell ru?" Roland frowned immediately upon seeing the two strangers.

"That's a question I should be asking you. Who are you? This is my action. Didn't your superiors tell you?"

Veronica crossed her arms, her attitude very firm.

"Your actions?"

"Yep, FBI!" Veronica said, flashing her identification.

Li Wei also flashed his police badge: "LAPD".

Seeing this, Roland and Delicaf exchanged a glance.

"First of all, we didn't know this was your doing. Secondly, we followed this car here."

After saying that, Roland pointed to the Porsche 911 Carrera not far away.

"I'm curious, what kind of case are you in charge of?"

Veronica showed no mercy to Roland's curiosity.

"Sorry, no comment. But from now on, please don't interfere in my affairs. You can leave. As for these vehicles, the FBI will take over."

"Hell no. These are the stolen cars we found!" Roland refused immediately upon hearing this.

"Heh, this batch of cars could have led me to bring the masterminds behind this to justice, but your interference has ruined the operation. You should thank God I haven't held you accountable! And you still want to interfere in this case?"

"Hehehe, calm down, we're all on the same side, there's no need for infighting. Ms. Dawson, even if your FBI wants to seize these cars, you'll need a warehouse, right? In the end, it's the Long Beach Police Department that provides them."

Delicaf then pulled his partner back.

He could tell that both of them had fiery tempers.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, Veronica thought about it and realized that what he said made sense.

After a long pause, she looked at Derikaff and asked, "Who are you?"

"Detective, Delacaff." Delacaff shook hands with Veronica.

"Okay, Delacaff, now on behalf of the FBI, I request that the Long Beach Police Department cooperate in impounding these vehicles for a month. Even if Tom Cruise comes, these vehicles must remain impounded."

After saying that, Veronica tilted her head towards Levi, gesturing for him to come along.

After walking a few steps, Veronica stopped and looked back at Roland and Delicaf: "Remember to park all these cars together. I'm sure it won't be long before someone sets their sights on them."

"Wait! Who exactly are you investigating?"