I cut reality into a movie

Tifa raised her hand and interrupted Marlowe's analysis: "I think that even if a man has the desire to conquer, he won't be able to hook up with dozens of women every night, right?"

"The intensity of seducing women has far exceeded the threshold of enjoyment, and is basically no different from working on an assembly line."

"His seductive behavior, which can be called self-abuse, I think is more like deliberately establishing such an image of a physically flawed lecherous ghost than pure lust, so as to confuse the police's search."

Once again, the stationmaster made a completely contradictory investigation suggestion, but this time, Marlowe didn't follow Tifa's suggestion, but shook his head and smiled at Tifa:

"Agent Genfort, in the matter of male lust, I suggest that you still believe in the judgment of men. You think it is torture to seduce dozens of women a day, but for a man, the process can only be enjoyed. "

"Station Master, don't you think so too?"

"No, I am one of the very few men in modern society who have a firm belief in my Lord."

Marlowe said shamelessly: "I am loyal to my wife. As for my inferences, it's just that I have come into contact with too many similar bastards."

"Okay, Officer Tifa, I know that this kind of investigation into the Men's Hospital will be a little inconvenient for you, so your next task is to search for the site of the counterfeit banknote factory in Queens."

"Let's work on two lines, and try to catch this damn counterfeiter as soon as possible!"

After the morning meeting and the announcement of the task, Marlowe immediately asked everyone to disperse and investigate.

As for himself, he used the name of the investigation to celebrate his stewardess lover's birthday.

Opening the jewelry box and confirming that the sapphire pendant inside was in perfect condition, Marlowe drove the BMW car bought on loan to Sandy's rental apartment in Manhattan.

New York is the heart of America.

Then the island of Manhattan is the heart of New York.

Here, the second most are rich people.

As for the most numerous, it is the rich man who wears a hat.

Looking at the sapphire pendant swaying on his girlfriend's chest, Marlowe felt the sound of heartbreak.

Chapter 092: A Game of Cat and Mouse×, A game where two cats compete to catch mice√

On Marlowe's head was a green fisherman's hat.

Originally, he chose to wear this hat on a date to make himself look younger, but at this moment, the hat gave him a feeling of heaviness rather than youth.

Panting with difficulty, Marlowe said hoarsely:

"Who is that bastard?"

"I won't tell you, I don't want him to be entangled by the FBI."

"Hehe, I'm still protecting that bastard." Marlowe nodded with a sneer: "Okay, I won't ask who that person is, but I can always know what he does, right? Let me know."

"He's a co-pilot."

"Hehe, co-pilot? The status of the co-pilot seems to be inferior to that of me, the station master, right?"

"But he's only in his early twenties! My dear Marlowe, he has a bright future ahead of him, unlike you, whose life can already see the end."

Turning the sapphire pendant on her chest, Sandy continued: "In addition to having a bright future, he is also young and handsome, humorous, and most importantly, he is very generous, unlike some people who just say they are generous. "

"Sandy, am I not good enough for you!" Marlowe opened his arms and roared, "You should know that I have my family and children, and I have done the best for you within the scope of my ability." Already!"

"So, now you can be nicer to your family."

Sandy smiled and said goodbye to Marlowe: "Let's end, Marlowe, thank you for being with me during this time, I will remember it forever."

Saying that, Sandy retreated into her apartment, throwing Marlowe, whose heart was broken into glass shards, outside the door.

Someone's heartbroken in Manhattan.

However, some people are using the Manhattan measurement method, combined with the CGT algorithm, to calculate the specific location of the Romon Banknote Printing Factory.

This is a super-sized 'New York-Queens' map that is two meters square.

On it, densely packed squares are drawn horizontally and vertically.

This is the masterpiece of Sequence Five.

——According to the connection between the case point and the prisoner's hiding place, as well as the relevant theories of environmental criminology, the map is divided into grids of appropriate size, and the hiding probability value of each grid criminal is calculated through the CGT model algorithm to obtain a complete probability surface.

Finally, based on these probability surfaces, the specific location of the prisoner's hiding place can be predicted.

Sequence Five's slender fingertips painted with black nail polish slide the phantoms of mathematics and logic on the white paper.

Her undoubted genius brain allows her to complete complex calculations that would make a normal person dizzy for a long time without using any calculator.

Mysterious formulas and accurate numbers were all accurately and perfectly presented on the white paper. In the end, after calculating hundreds of A4 pages, Sequence Five got the number she wanted .

"94.312%, that's it."

After the calculation, Sequence Five directly used the pen as a dart, and threw it at the target point on the map.

clack.

Right in the bull's eye.

Under the red strokes, it is the abandoned factory that Romon chose.

The wheels of the R21, designed for the track, rolled over the broken branches on the tarmac, and the sequence five drove the Shelby Cobra, parked on the street before the abandoned factory.

Yes, she didn't directly raid Romon's factory building, because she knew very well in her heart that if the abandoned factory building she calculated was really the banknote printing factory of Mr. Fox, then the factory must be full of people. Surveillance cameras.

Sequence Five didn't intend to expose herself in advance, so she had to find a substitute to enter the factory to find out for herself.

On the streets of the United States, the most indispensable thing is all kinds of homeless people.

With five hundred dollars as a reward, Sequence Five easily hired a middle-aged Caucasian man who lived on the streets due to divorce and bankruptcy.

"Sir, after completing the task, you can get five hundred dollars with peace of mind. If you steal this video recorder, you may not even be able to sell it for one hundred dollars."

Handing a portable live video camera to the homeless man, Sequence Five smiled and said, "I believe you will make the right choice, right?"

"Of course I know what to do."

Grabbing the live broadcast machine that Sequence Five handed over, the homeless man confirmed: "Besides going to the abandoned metallurgical factory on Oak Street next door, if you have any requests, just say it once, and just don't renege on it when the time comes. "

"I have no other requirements." Sequence Five shook his head: "As long as you can follow the instructions and explore the factory completely, sir, you can get a reward of five hundred dollars."

Handing another short-distance walkie-talkie to the homeless man, Sequence Five raised his hand and said: "Sir, if there is no problem, you can start."

"My question is always one: Do you remember to have your money ready."

After finishing speaking, the divorced homeless man turned to leave, and Sequence Five threw a fragment grenade high under the malicious eyes of other homeless men on the street.

A girl who dares to go out alone in New York City, known as Little Gotham, how can she do it without preparing something to scare people.

Under the threat of the grenade, no one dared to come up to pester him. After Sequence Five safely returned to the sports car, he began to direct the work of the homeless man with the walkie-talkie, facing the screen of the mobile phone.

After struggling to climb over the factory wall, the middle-aged homeless man entered the abandoned factory building.

The area of ​​the factory area is not very large, and the distance from the courtyard wall to the factory door is less than ten meters.

The homeless man paced around, looking at the dilapidated scene in the courtyard, as if seeing his own messy life.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to lament the history books. Under the order of Sequence Five, he walked into the factory quickly.

Then, he saw the money printing machine that Romon placed in the center of the workshop.

"Is this your goal?"

It's true that a tramp doesn't know a money printing machine, but he can tell what's new and what's old.

In such an abandoned factory that has been abandoned for at least ten years, there is a machine that is not new, but at least recently used. You don't need to think about it. The woman outside must have come for it.

"It really is here."

The tramp doesn't know the money printing machine, but Sequence Five does. Looking at the precision machine on the phone screen, she slightly raised the corners of her deep purple lips.

"Help me look at the rollers of the machine. Is there any dust on them? I want to know how the machine has been used recently."

Under the command of Sequence Five, the homeless man put his head close to the machine's roller, looked at the thin layer of floating ash on it, and the homeless man said: "There is a thin layer of dust, I guess this machine hasn't been used for a week."

"However, instead of looking at the floating dust on the machine, you might as well ask a few senior homeless people. They live around here every day, and they must know when this factory opened."

The divorced homeless man in the fifth pick of the sequence was just kicked out three days ago, and he still doesn't know much about what happened around here.

"I'll make sure later."

Sequence Five nodded and continued to order: "You continue to stroll around the factory area to see if there are any warehouses or the like."

Just when the tramp followed the order of Sequence Five and was looking for a warehouse in the factory area.

Romon, who was enjoying the sunshine on Miami Beach, slowly opened his eyes when he heard the alarm sound from his mobile phone: "This is my big detective Tifa, he has found my factory."

Sleeping in a daze, Romon turned on his phone, swiped across several surveillance screens, and looked at the surveillance video. The homeless man in a cheap gray suit said doubtfully:

"This is an FBI agent? Why doesn't it look like it?"

Just as he was wondering, suddenly Romon's eyes narrowed, and he saw the live video recorder in the homeless man's hand.

"Portable live broadcaster?"

"Is this guy hired to investigate the factory?"

"But who will hire him to investigate me..."

Romon lost his thoughts and slowly returned to the offensive and defensive battle on the Internet that day.

"It's that hacker!"

"Okay, that brat has some skills, he was able to find my banknote printing factory faster than Tifa."

Looking at the homeless man who was trying to open the door of the underground warehouse in the surveillance video, Romon recited the motto: 【Unless I allow it, this door will never be opened】

It is confirmed that the props placed in the warehouse will not be destroyed in advance.

Romon closed his eyes slightly, and observed the situation on Tifa's side through the stealth drone made by the system.

how to say.

The progress of Tifa's investigation is not much slower than that of Sequence Five.

She relied on her excellent hunter intuition, rich experience in handling cases, and her deep understanding of Romon.

The old industrial area where the banknote printing factory is located has been roughly determined. At this moment, she is riding a Harley motorcycle, a little closer to Romon's banknote printing factory.

She is like an eagle hovering in the sky, constantly scanning the various abandoned factories on both sides of the street with her sharp eyes.

By observing the state of the factory gates, the ruts on the ground, and the expressions of the homeless people around, you can judge whether these factories are the targets you are looking for.

chug chug chug~

The powerful engine of the Harley motorcycle stopped roaring, and Tifa parked the car at the entrance of the Romon Banknote Printing Factory. She looked at the mottled gate with peeling paint in front of her, and at the brand new iron chain and lock on the gate.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, pulled out the crowbar she had prepared on the shelf in advance, and patted her palms with the crowbar as she walked towards the gate of the banknote printing factory.

"open!"

With an angry shout, Tifa gathered all her strength on the crowbar, and after a crisp sound of metal cracking, the lock on the iron chain snapped off.

Pushing the iron gate and making a creaking sound, Tifa entered the factory area and went straight to the factory building in the middle of the courtyard.

"It really is here."

Looking at the money printing machine in the factory building, Tifa nodded slightly, and was about to search carefully when she heard the sound of a homeless man banging on the warehouse door.

anyone?

Tifa was instantly alert.

She moved her hands to her lower back, took out the Glock 26 she used most often, and walked towards the underground warehouse step by step.

"Hold on! FBI! Hands up!"

Standing at the foot of the stairs, Tifa pointed her gun at the homeless man who was knocking on the door below.

"Don't, don't, don't! Don't shoot! I, I, I surrender."

At first glance, it looks like the old American Citigroup. Faced with the threat of a gun, the homeless man did not hesitate for a second. He put his head in his hands and squatted on the ground. The posture of surrender must be so professional and professional.

"who are you?"

Instead of going down hastily, Tifa was still standing at the top of the stairs, holding a gun on guard while calling for support through her mobile phone.

"Officer, please don't shoot me, I'm a bum around here, I really don't know anything, I was hired by someone who gave me five hundred dollars to jump into this abandoned factory One lap."

Like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, the homeless man explained his own history clearly.