I cut reality into a movie

Marlowe recalls the first time he saw a counterfeit bill, the swearword written in fake codes on it.

It's Wall Street!

The fact that the counterfeit banknote dealer can write this swear word in coded form on the banknote is enough to prove that there is an unspeakable hatred between him and Wall Street.

And this kind of venting revenge is indeed not something that a mature counterfeit gang can do.

It seems that Jan Forte's deduction is not wrong. The prisoner who made the perfect counterfeit banknote is indeed not a veteran, but a rookie who has just embarked on the road of crime.

It's not that Genfort underestimated criminals, it's that I underestimated Genfort.

This female detective who looks young is not only not young at all in terms of actual handling ability, but rather sophisticated.

Silently correcting his views on Tifa in his heart, Marlow looked around the detectives around him again, and found that the faces of these detectives all had the same enlightened expressions as his own, and he was relieved:

Uh huh, since everyone is stuck in a mindset, there is nothing shameful about me falling into a mindset.

"You are correct, Agent Genfort."

"This counterfeit banknote dealer is indeed a novice."

"Because any mature counterfeit banknote organization would not engage in such a stupid act of revenge for personal hatred."

Directly and generously acknowledging Tifa's inference, Marlowe opened his mouth to make arrangements: "Listen to my arrangement. Team A will go to Wall Street to conduct identity checks for counterfeit money dealers; team B will continue to stay in Queens and look for counterfeit money dealers here." Counterfeit factory, as for Agent Genfort..."

Marlowe paused for a while, obviously leaving the decision of where to solve the case to Tifa's choice.

"I'm staying in Queens."

Tifa knew Romon all too well.

He knew that this bastard would set himself a very complicated character background before committing a crime, but those character backgrounds were only a background after all, and it was of no value at all to follow up and conduct in-depth investigations.

To keep up with this bastard's criminal footsteps, what Tifa had to do was not to investigate him, but to understand him.

If you understand the character setting made by this bastard, and then think about the motivation based on his character setting, you can bring this bastard to justice.

Through the information at hand now.

Tifa can see to a certain extent Romon's character design this time: a smart but arrogant newcomer criminal.

And a crazy person, he can't only be crazy in revenge, but be crazy in all aspects.

"Go and check all the high-end entertainment venues controlled by gangsters!"

Money is in the hands of slaves, art is in the hands of pedestrians.

After Tifa showed her ability to handle cases in the office, she gained the approval of all the old detectives on the site. Everyone will no longer look at this female detective with the eyes of a newcomer, but will follow her instructions and carry out investigations. reasonable search.

Night Dreams Bar.

The bar that Tifa entered happened to be the first high-end bar Romon visited after printing the counterfeit money.

The blond female bartender who was presented with roses by him was standing behind the bar with a big smile, chatting with a well-dressed young man.

But after chatting for a while, a layer of disgust appeared in the eyes of the blond female bartender:

It's too far!

The greasy, disgusting, bullshit, and slick man in front of him is far from the elegant and generous gentleman a few days ago!

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I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the light.

This sentence is applicable in all walks of life.

Originally, these platform girls who worked in gangster bars had a high tolerance threshold for men.

But after they experienced Romon's blissful and extremely generous methods of teasing girls, they couldn't stand these stingy and disgusting greasy men who were full of dirty jokes and only wanted to sleep with themselves.

The female bartender behind the bar is sensitive, and the flirtatious guy in front of the bar is equally sensitive.

He has been fighting on the front line of flirting with girls in bars all year round, and he knows all kinds of small expressions of women well, at least he is familiar with them.

There was no need for the female bartender to say anything, just a slight glance at the other party, and the flirtatious man knew that today's flirtatious activity had failed again.

He didn't know what was going on, anyway, in the past few days, the girls on the platforms of bars in the Queens District seemed to have awakened collectively, and they became extremely difficult to flirt with.

damn it.

I don't know that that bastard gave these women ecstasy, so they all turned from pheasants to phoenixes.

Cursing in his heart, the flirtatious man was about to turn around and leave when he saw a beautiful figure sitting on the seat next to him.

wow~

By my lord, did you send an angel down to earth?

Not wearing an evening gown, not even a skirt, Tifa just wore a pure black lady's suit, but it was still hard to hide her bright femininity.

"A martini."

Pressing twenty dollars with her clean, unadorned slender fingers, Tifa smiled and pushed the money to the female bartender behind the bar.

Including the name of the wine, including the movement, Tifa's whole set of wine ordering postures are the standard wine ordering postures learned in the police academy.

But maybe it was due to fate, her set of standardized actions unexpectedly coincided perfectly with Romon's actions of ordering wine that day.

Coupled with Tifa's pure black suit, the female bartender behind the bar, in a trance, overlapped Tifa's figure with Romon's.

"I bought this lady's wine."

There is no such thing as shamelessness in a man who can flirt with girls in bars every day.

Seeing a more perfect prey appeared, the flirtatious man immediately put up his airs and wanted to buy Tifa a drink. As a result, he just took out his wallet, and the female bartender behind the bar spoke first:

"I bought this lady's wine, and you don't need to pay for it, sir!"

Grinning coldly at the flirtatious man, the female bartender shifted half her body and smiled at Tifa in front of the bar:

"Ma'am, three parts of Gordon's gin, one part of vodka, half part of vermouth, shake with ice, and a small slice of lemon at the end, what do you think of this drinking method?"

"It's a very novel idea, is it your original creation?"

Tifa didn't drink cocktails very often, and she didn't know the various ways to make a martini, but she could tell from the bartender's expression that this wasn't a common way to drink it.

"No, this drink was given to me by a gentleman, a wonderful gentleman."

Recalling the short but pleasant time with Romon that day, the female bartender made a martini while talking.

"Your wine."

Taking the goblet pushed by the female bartender, Tifa pressed the mouth of the cup to her lips, and took a sip of the drink inside: "It tastes great."

"Thank you for your compliment, this will be the best gift I've ever received tonight."

The female bartender smiled softly, with light brown pupils, she scrutinized Tifa's delicate face carefully, and the more she looked, the more she felt that the woman in front of her was similar to the husband that night.

A temperamental resemblance.

"Ma'am, can I ask you a question?" the bartender asked.

"Of course." It wasn't the first time Tifa came to the bar to inquire about information, but it was the first time she met such an enthusiastic female bartender: this woman, could she be lesbian?

Just when Tifa was puzzled, the bartender's next words almost made Tifa break the goblet in her hand.

"Ma'am, do you know a gentleman of Asian descent? He is almost six feet tall and has the sharpness of a gray wolf in his face, but he is very gentle and gentle. Most importantly, he is very similar to you in temperament, probably you colleagues and the like.”

Listening to the female bartender's narration, a bastard face full of smirks and smiles immediately appeared in Tifa's mind, and that face was more like a husky than a North American gray wolf.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Asian man you mentioned should be able to perform magic tricks, right?"

There was a smile on Tifa's face, but the smile was not that warm.

Of course she understood that Romon's appearance in the bar was to spread counterfeit money, but understanding was understanding, and dissatisfaction was dissatisfaction.

Anyway, at this moment, in front of the female bartender's smile, Tifa's desire to arrest Romon was unprecedentedly strengthened.

"You really know him!"

The female bartender jumped excitedly, and asked expectantly: "Then can you tell me, who is that gentleman?"

"Uh... this question~"

Tifa narrowed her amber eyes slightly, nodded and said, "Yes, I can tell you who that man is, but the premise is that I need to know the story between you and him, after all, I can't introduce a friend to a stranger. people."

"I met that gentleman a week ago." The female bartender said: "His appearance is similar to your appearance. He was sitting at the bar and ordered a martini..."

In a soft, emotional voice, the female bartender narrated the process of her encounter with Romon, but when talking about the rose magic later, she didn't say that the rose was made of money.

But unfortunately, she met Tifa, the person who knew Romon best in the world.

Just simply listening to the process of getting along between the two, Tifa could guess that Romon definitely used money to break a rose that night.

"Ma'am, my story is over, now can you tell me who that gentleman is?"

The female bartender smiled expectantly, until Tifa waved to her and whispered in her ear:

"Ma'am, my suggestion here is that you go back and carefully examine the rose made of hundred-dollar bills, and carefully look at the banknote code on it, and the difference between the banknote code of the Federal Reserve."

"What do you mean?"

The female bartender felt her heart tremble. She understood everything, but she didn't want to admit it. She raised her hand and grabbed Tifa's wrist holding the wine glass, and asked ventingly:

"Who are you? How did you know it was a rose folded from a banknote? Also, who is that man!?"

"The first question, you should be able to guess, the second question, I know that man, as for the third question..."

Tifa raised the OK gesture in the opposite direction, smiled lightly at the female bartender: "The gentle and nice man you speak of is actually a shameless fraudster, he not only defrauds financial affairs with a pile of waste paper, but also occasionally defrauds Take the hearts of some poor girls."

Having said that, Tifa drank the rest of the martini in the glass.

Then he put the wine glass with only ice cubes on the table, and with the crisp sound of the ice cubes hitting, he commented:

"When you first drink it, the juice is mellow and sweet, and when you drink it into your throat, it is a little spicy, and when you drink it in the end, it is a little bit bitter."

"A glass of wine with a lot of personality, but I believe that most people will not like this taste."

"However, I can still accept it."

After Tifa finished speaking, she pressed a 20-yuan dollar bill to the bottom of the cup, then turned and left, completely ignoring the heartbroken female bartender behind her.

Leaving Night Dream Bar, breathing the icy night wind of New York City, Tifa raised the corners of her lips slightly: "Did you add the label of glib to the character design this time?"

"Very good, the character design is getting fuller and fuller, my Mr. Bastard!"

As it turns out, Tifa is still young.

Starting from the Night Dream bar, Tifa went to several high-end bars opened by gangsters to collect information. As a result, in every bar she went to, she met a heartbroken female bartender.

It wasn't over yet, until the next day, when all the agents were collecting information, Tifa finally understood what it meant—as long as there were enough dollars in his pocket, he could spend a night in New York.

From the Mood for Love in her teens to the charm of her 40 years old, this bastard gentleman of hers is not picky, he almost meets one and the other, and he is also full of love, and he can't get out of the dream for a long time wake up.

"Agent Genfort, your face..."

"What's wrong with my face?"

"It's nothing, it just doesn't look very sunny."

"Isn't it sunny? But I feel like I'm smiling all the time!"

Tifa was indeed smiling, but there was no trace of warmth in the smile. The other agents felt the cold smile, and all looked at Station Master Marlowe.

They signaled their old boss to say something quickly so that the female detective who was on the verge of breaking out would be brought back.

"Agent Genfort, I understand that as a devout Christian, you would hate this kind of disloyal person."

"But while you believe in my lord, you are also an official FBI agent. As an agent, you should not condemn him from the moral level when you face the personality problems exposed by criminals, but think about passing through his character. Weaknesses, to defeat him in a targeted manner.”

With a little comfort to Tifa, the stationmaster Marlowe said: "Through your hard investigation, we have been able to see that this Asian counterfeit money dealer is a bold, reckless character, who likes to show off his wealth, and has an extreme attitude towards women." A man with a strong desire to conquer."

"He continued to seduce women in bars, but then resolutely left after women expressed their desire to have sex."

"His behavior of only obtaining psychological satisfaction but not physical satisfaction usually only occurs in men with physical defects, so our next investigation direction can completely revolve around this aspect."

"We can investigate the first-class andrologist in New York. I don't believe that the counterfeiter will ignore his physical defects after obtaining a lot of money."

original……

Is this why that bastard Romon set up a plump persona for himself?

Listening to Marlowe's guesses that were completely deviated from reality, Tifa suddenly understood why that guy Romon would create an extremely complicated personality for himself every time before committing a crime.

It turns out that such detailed character design can really disrupt the direction of the police's investigation.

"Master."