American TV series Detective's Daily Life

Chapter 140 Susan, are you interested in traveling to a major country in the world together?

"So busy?"

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

"It won't have any impact. I can use it as a distraction."

Chuck lay down and said straightforwardly.

"..."

Monica stiffened and complained secretly in her mind: "Two-tasking is indeed powerful, but it would be better if it was only used on her."

Although she does not have Chuck's extraordinary hearing, and the radio effect of Chuck's mobile phone is also very good, at this moment she seems to be integrated into nature, and her whole body's perception is invisibly amplified many times. If she has read martial arts novels, she will She will know that this is a feeling similar to breaking through the innate and postnatal. More details of nature are displayed in front of her eyes, and every slight tremor is felt by her.

She had long recognized the charming woman's voice on the other end of the phone.

But she had been mentally prepared for this. Seeing that Chuck and the other party had nothing to talk about that was disturbing, and it was a very serious case, she could only choose to be an ostrich, going crazy on the endless grassland. He kept his head down and ran wildly.

Just like she knew that eating too much would make her fatter, but she couldn't change it for many years. She even did gymnastics to lose weight while eating too much, just to deceive herself and others.

However, she still felt aggrieved in her heart. She thought that since Monica succeeded in losing weight, she was considered a beauty, with good looks and figure. Why did she always meet bad men with this kind of problem? Could it be that she Is there any special smell that attracts these bad men to come around?

"ah!!!"

The more she thought about it, the sadder and angrier she became. Monica screamed like crazy, venting her grievances wantonly.

There was a knock on the apartment door.

No one ever came to answer the door.

The knock on the door was also very persistent.

The first people who couldn't stand it were Chandler and Rachel who were opposite them. When they opened the door, they saw a tall, thin, white-haired old man in a nightgown, standing at the door and knocking on the door with an expressionless face.

"Mr. Harker."

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

"They're here again!"

The tall, thin, white-haired old man said expressionlessly.

"Is there any? I don't know."

Rachel actually didn't need or want to cover up for Chuck and Monica, but she didn't like this old man who was always looking for trouble, so she pretended to be confused and gave Chandler a "You still don't." The most understanding look.

Chandler shrugged, indicating that he understood.

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

"Tell them to stop! They're disturbing my bird!"

Mr. Harker expressed his dissatisfaction.

"You don't have any birds!"

Rachel shouted speechlessly.

"I can raise birds!"

Mr. Harker said.

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

Chandler subconsciously wanted to be clever, but when he saw Rachel's disgusted and disgusting eyes, he changed his words: "...or is it just a bird you imagined?"

"I'll tell them to keep it down."

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

Anyway, it wasn't her who was interrupted.

Besides, why should she go to Chandler to satisfy his craving for Mrs. Bing's latest masterpiece, while Chuck and Monica can enjoy the silky smoothness.

"Thanks."

Mr. Harker said expressionlessly: "Now I go back to enjoy my dinner."

After watching him leave, Rachel immediately opened the door and went in, followed by Chandler. Listening to the faint movement in the master bedroom, Chandler said subconsciously: "I knew it! It's really a stand-up comedy!"

"Chuck is just the same as he is."

Rachel complained: "Normally he talks little and expresses little. It's the same at times like this. It seems like there's nothing that can move him."

"Actually, it's similar to Joey."

Chandler listened for a while and joked: "It's not even as good as what I heard from Joey. You know Joey is an actor and he has contact with 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 gentle mode."

Rachel gave Chandler some gossip about Chuck and Monica: "Monica also tried to challenge her weakness, but obviously, she failed."

"..."

Chandler was speechless.

"Okay, let's go."

Rachel pushed Chandler and walked out.

"And you?"

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

"Me what?"

Rachel's eyes flickered a little.

"I mean what are you going to do?"

Chandler was amused.

"I'll remind them later to keep their voices down and not disturb Mr. Harker downstairs. I'm going to bed. It's very late."

Rachel felt guilty.

"Okay, obviously I didn't make it clear enough."

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

"...Do you have any books?"

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

"..."

The corner of Chandler's mouth twitched, and he could only retreat when faced with Rachel's soul-searching question. Why was his mother always the source of his Freudian nightmares?

After Chandler left, Rachel closed the door and entered the second bedroom. Listening to the movement in the master bedroom across the wall, she lay on the bedside and took out Nora Bean's latest masterpiece from Chandler's collection, her head moved. I looked at it bit by bit.

Not long after, she seemed to feel a little dizzy from nodding passively too many times, and her eyes began to become a little blurry.

at this time.

A discordant sound rang out, waking Rachel up. She was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the floor, and then complained: "You must be kidding me!"

But there was a tapping sound on the floor, and she immediately thought it was Mr. Harker downstairs who was poking at his ceiling with a mop pole, transmitting the sound up.

This isn't the first time Mr. Harker has done this.

Rachel had never been so disgusted by the noise.

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

There was a sound of poking at the ceiling downstairs.

"Yeah!"

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

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

"It's never over!"

Rachel felt herself getting angry from within, so she jumped harder.

After a few times, it became completely quiet downstairs.

"yes!"

Rachel responded again with great joy.

The next day.

Chuck came to the FBI New York branch.

Director's Office.

The news is playing on the big screen TV.

"Taxation is the strong foundation of our United States. Taxation is the obligation of every American citizen. Every American citizen must pay taxes legally in accordance with tax laws..."

An old white man in a suit stood on the podium and delivered a speech in front of a crowd of people, with an emphasis on every American citizen.

After the speech, it was the media reporters' turn to ask questions. A female reporter stood up and asked: "Mr. Director, first of all, congratulations to the IRS for arresting a series of large-scale calf trafficking organizations. However, some people question whether this is a whistleblower or an NSA (U.S. National Security Agency). Security Bureau), do you have any comment on this?”

"Let's turn this over to the leader of our task force that's working on this."

The IRS director smiled: "Financial Crime Director Ray McGough."

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

The bald director raised his hands to signal the reporters in the audience to be quiet, and said calmly: "Hello everyone, there is nothing secret or exciting here. It is all teamwork. Thanks to everyone's long-term hard work, we ensure that the national tax revenue can be normal. Any attempt to evade taxes will be detected and severely punished, so don’t evade taxes, is there any problem?”

FBI field office, Office of the Director.

"What the director said is so good."

Susan looked at the bald director talking freely on TV and complained.

What about teamwork? The strength of the IRS depends entirely on elite agents like her, okay!

There are people in every department who are just trying to get by, and the IRS is no exception. What about teamwork? If she had cooperated with those idiots, she would have been sold to a major country in the world.

That’s right!

What she couldn't bear to mention to outsiders the most was that they were responsible for paying taxes. The IRS, which was as powerful as the FBI and the CIA, wanted them to be the best organization. It was defrauded of hundreds of millions of taxes every year, and the amount was rising at a rapid rate. soaring.

This is so embarrassing.

No case can be solved by cooperating with those insects. It is estimated that the myth of the IRS has been shattered long ago.

If it weren't for the fact that it was a major country in the world with all kinds of terrifying legends, even if she had to be as confident as she was, she really wouldn't dare to go there, and she would have already taken over this major case that would embarrass the department.

But... thinking of this, she looked at Chuck who looked calm: "Dr. Wolfe, do you like traveling?"

"dislike."

Chuck shook his head.

"..."

Susan paused, glanced at the smiling FBI Branch Director Kate Joyner, and did not continue.

The three of them chatted about the case for a while, and then Susan and Chuck left the FBI's New York branch. The next case will be transferred to the headquarters in Washington, DC, and has nothing to do with it here.

Susan is going back there too.

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

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

"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, that's not a case."

"Do you know about the wire fraud case in the bureau?"

Susan suddenly understood, then raised her eyebrows and said excitedly: "What? No more confidence?"

"Yes."

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

Susan: "..."