The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 140 Is Susan interested in going to a world power together?
"So busy?"

Monica looked down at Chuck put down the phone and muttered casually.

"It doesn't have any effect, I can be distracted."

Chuck lay flat and said frankly.

"..."

Monica froze, and secretly complained in her heart: "It's really powerful to use one mind and two tasks, but it would be even better if it was only used on her."

Although she doesn't have Chuck's extraordinary hearing ability, and Chuck's mobile phone's radio effect is also very good, but at this moment, she seems to be integrated into nature, and her whole body's perception has been invisibly magnified many times. If she has read martial arts novels, she will You will know that this is similar to the feeling of breaking through the congenital. More details of the natural world are displayed in front of her eyes, and any slight tremor is felt by her.

She had already recognized the voice of the charming woman on the other end of the phone.

But she was already mentally prepared for this. Seeing that there was nothing disturbing about Chuck and the other party, it was a very serious case. He ran with his head buried in the direction.

Just like she knew at the beginning that eating hard would make her fatter and fatter, but she couldn't change it for many years. She even ate wildly while doing aerobics to lose weight, deceiving herself and others like this.

But there are still some grievances in my heart. I think that since she succeeded in losing weight, Monica is also considered a beauty. Is there any special smell that attracts these bad men?
"what!!!"

The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and the more angry she became, Monica screamed like crazy, wantonly venting her aggrieved heart.

There was a knock on the door of the apartment.

No one came to answer the door all the time.

The knock on the door was also persistent.

The first ones who couldn't bear it were Chandler and Rachel who were at the opposite door. When they opened the door, they saw a tall, thin, white-haired old man in a nightgown, standing at the door with a blank expression and knocking on the door.

"Mr. Harker."

When Rachel saw the old man, she immediately showed a headache and called out.

"They're here again!"

The tall, thin, white-haired old man said with a blank expression.

"Is there? I don't know."

In fact, Rachel didn't need and didn't want to cover up for Chuck and Monica, but she didn't like this old man who always came to trouble, so she pretended to be confused and gave Chandler a "Are you still The eyes that know best.

Chandler shrugged, signaling that he understood.

This white-haired old man is an old man living alone downstairs from Monica. He has some mental problems and often comes to trouble Monica and the others.

"Tell them to stop! It's disturbing my birds!"

Mr Harker voiced his grievances.

"You don't have birds!"

Rachel groaned speechlessly.

"I can raise birds!"

Mr. Harker barged.

"So this time the bird you're referring to is a real bird or..."

Chandler subconsciously wanted to be smart, but seeing Rachel's extremely disgusted and disgusted eyes, he changed his words: "...or is it a bird you imagined?"

"I'll make them quiet down."

Rachel didn't want to see him looking at her blankly, so she chose to compromise.

Anyway, it wasn't her who was interrupted.

Besides, why should she go to Chandler for Mrs. Binn's latest masterpiece, while Chuck and Monica can enjoy silky.

"Thank you."

Mr. Harker said blankly: "Now I'm going back to enjoy my dinner."

Watching him leave, Rachel immediately opened the door and went in, followed by Chandler. Hearing the faint movement from the master bedroom, Chandler said subconsciously: "I knew it! It really is stand-up comedy!"

"Chuck is just like that."

Rachel complained: "Usually there are few words and few expressions, and it's the same at this time. It seems that there is nothing that can move him."

"Actually, it's about the same as Joey."

Chandler listened for a while, and joked: "It's not even as good as what I heard from Joey. You must know that Joey is an actor, and he has met many people in the entertainment industry."

Rachel looked at him and sneered.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Chandler asked immediately.

"This is soft mode."

Rachel gave Chandler a rundown of Chuck and Monica's gossip: "Monica also tried to challenge her weakness, but obviously, she failed."

"..."

Chandler was speechless.

"Okay, let's go."

Rachel pushed Chandler and walked out.

"What about you?"

Chandler was pushed out of the door, reached out his hand to block Rachel's move to close the door, and asked with concern.

"What am I?"

Rachel's eyes flickered.

"I mean what are you going to do?"

Chandler wondered.

"I'll remind them to keep their voices down and don't disturb Mr. Harker downstairs. I'll go to bed and it's late."

Rachel said guiltily.

"Well, apparently I haven't said enough."

Chandler had a half-smile: "I mean, you stole my book, what are you going to do?"

"...do you have a book?"

Rachel was a little embarrassed at first, but soon became confident: "You don't still treasure your mother's latest masterpiece, do you? No? No?"

"..."

The corner of Chandler's mouth twitched, facing Rachel's question from the soul, he could only retreat. Who made his mother always be the source of his Freudian nightmare.

When Chandler left, Rachel closed the door, entered the second bedroom, listened to the movement of the master bedroom across the wall, lay on the head of the bed, took out the latest masterpiece of Nora Bing from Chandler Nashun, and moved her head. Little by little it looked up.

Not long after, she seemed to be a little dizzy due to passive nodding too many times, and her eyes began to blur.

at this time.

A discordant voice sounded, waking Rachel up. She was stunned for a while, then looked down at the floor, and then complained, "You must be kidding me!"

But there was a poking sound from the floor, and she immediately thought that it was Mr. Harker downstairs who was poking his ceiling with a mop stick, and the sound was transmitted up.

It wasn't the first time Mr Harker had done this either.

Rachel had never been so disgusted by the noise.

So she jumped up, got out of bed, jumped up and down on the floor, transmitted the sound downstairs, and instantly suppressed the sound of Mr. Harker's mop poking the ceiling.

There was a sound of poking on the ceiling downstairs.

"yeah!"

Rachel thought she had succeeded, and immediately followed the neighbor next door, laughing subconsciously.

Then she heard the sound of poking the ceiling more clearly, but it was Mr. Huck downstairs who moved his position. He poked in the master bedroom before, but now he poked in Rachel's second bedroom downstairs.

"There is no end!"

Rachel felt angry from the bottom of her heart, so she jumped even harder.

After a few times, the downstairs was completely quiet.

"Yes!"

Rachel responded again with great joy.

The next day.

Chuck came to the FBI New York branch.

Chief's Office.

Big-screen TVs are showing the news.

"Taxation is the foundation of the strength of our United States. Taxation is the obligation of every American citizen. Any American citizen must pay taxes legally according to the tax law..."

An old white man in a suit and leather shoes stood on the podium and delivered a speech in front of a crowd of long guns and short cannons, with the emphasis on every American citizen.

At the end of the speech, it was the media reporter's turn to speak and ask questions. A female reporter stood up and asked: "Mr. Director, congratulations to the Internal Revenue Service for arresting a series of large-scale calf trafficking organizations, but some people question whether it is an informer or the NSA (National Security Administration of the United States) Security Service), do you have any comment on that?"

"Let's take this issue to the head of the task force we're working on."

The IRS director laughed: "Financial crime director Ray McGough."

As he spoke, he stepped back, shook hands with the bald chief who came forward, and let the bald chief walk to the front desk.

The bald director raised his hands, signaled the audience to be quiet, and said calmly, "Hello everyone, there is nothing secret or exciting in it. It's all about teamwork. Thanks to everyone's hard work for a long time, the country's tax revenue can be guaranteed. Any attempt to evade taxes will be detected and severely punished, so don’t evade taxes, is there a problem?”

FBI Branch, Office of the Director.

"It's really good what the director said."

Susan looked at the bald director who was talking on TV, and made a complaint.

What teamwork, the strength of the IRS depends on elite agents like her, okay?

Every department has people fooling around, and the IRS is no exception. What a teamwork, if she cooperated with those idiots, she would have been sold to a world power long ago.

That's right!

What she can't bear to mention to outsiders is that they are responsible for paying taxes. The most powerful organization, the IRS, which is as powerful as the FBI and the CIA, wants to make them stand alone. They are defrauded of hundreds of millions of taxes every year, and the rising curve of the amount is soaring. soaring.

This is downright embarrassing.

By cooperating with those insects, no case can be solved. It is estimated that the myth of the IRS has long been shattered.

If it wasn't for a big country in the world, with all kinds of horror legends, even if you want to be as confident as her, you really wouldn't dare to go there. She would have taken over this big case that embarrassed the department long ago.

But... Thinking of this, she looked at Chuck with a calm expression: "Dr. Wolfe, do you like traveling?"

"do not like."

Chuck shook his head.

"..."

Susan paused, glanced at Kate Joyner, the director of the FBI branch with a smile on her lips, and stopped talking.

The three chatted about the case for a while, and then Susan and Chuck left the FBI New York branch, and the next case would be transferred to the headquarters in Washington DC, which had nothing to do with it.

Susan is going back there too.

"Dr. Wolfe, I hear you like interesting cases."

Seeing that there was no one around, Susan directly sent an invitation: "Are you interested in going to India with me to handle the case?"

"Not interested in."

Chuck shook his head.

"why?"

Susan was puzzled: "I thought you liked interesting cases."

"Yes."

Chuck nodded: "But when it comes to India, it's not a case."

"You know about the wire fraud case at the Bureau?"

Suddenly, Susan raised her eyebrows and said aggressively, "What? No confidence?"

"Yes."

Chuck said calmly: "I'm still a human being, not even a monster. As long as it's not a god, monsters would cry and run away in the past."

Susan: "..."

(End of this chapter)