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With the last hope, Brody ordered a direct flight to Colombia. He was going to meet his old friend and make the deal himself.

As for why not make a phone call in advance, of course it is for safety.

Old Brody knew that Manning had been hunted down by the company, so he would not leave any communication records with Manning, lest one day in the future, after Manning had an accident, he would also have an accident.

Facing the rising sun, taking the first flight of the day, Brody Sr. left for Colombia with his last hope.

Even flying, connecting flights, and waiting time, Old Brody set off early in the morning and didn't arrive in Sommerla until the evening.

Looking at this small mountain town, Old Brody said with emotion: "That guy Manning is really good enough, he has lived in such a ravine for so many years, I don't know if he will still be able to do it now." speak English."

Full of disdain, Old Brody stopped a taxi, and after explaining the address he was going to through the translation software, Uncle Robert, who drove the taxi, looked at him strangely.

This dog boy is going to the Cuellar Tower?Forget it, just call the police station for him.

Inexplicably, Old Brody was taken to the Sommerla Police Station, where he met the current Chief of the Sommerla Police Station: a guerrilla leader who had fought side by side with Romon.

In the end, after two hours of earnest talks in the police station, Brody Sr. passed all kinds of sophistry and proved that he had nothing to do with the Cuellar drug dealer, and was released by the current police chief.

Standing on the streets of Sommera at the beginning of night, old Brody's heart was as cold as the night wind here.

Although he escaped a catastrophe today, what will happen to his family in the future.

The Cuellar Group was destroyed, Manning was finished, his back hand became a severed hand, and his counterfeit banknotes were really going to rot in his own hands.

Just when old Brody was full of despair, an energetic female mayor appeared on the electronic display screen on the street.

It was Romon's cheap niece - Yuffie.

A week after Romon disappeared, the city government of Sommerla announced Romon's death, and Romon didn't appoint a deputy mayor when he was alive, so Sommerla held another mayoral election.

In this election, Yuffie resolutely participated in the election, and with her outstanding performance in the anti-drug war, she became the new mayor of Sommerla with more than 70% of the votes.

In the televised speech, Yuffie imitated her uncle's tone, continued her thoughts, and explained to the citizens her plans for Sommerla's future.

Old Brody naturally couldn't understand Spanish, but he could feel Yuffie's enthusiasm, which was enough to make him feel a long-lost warmth in the icy night wind of Somerra.

"This little girl is not bad. She should be a member of an idol group in Colombia. I don't know how much it will cost to make her my little lover."

Facing Yuffie on the screen, old Brody greedily licked his lips, vividly interpreting the disgusting face of the old American white man.

It's just that he doesn't know at the moment that this will be the last time he will see Yuffie in his life, and it will also be the last time he will come to Columbia in his life.

Chapter 094 Station Master, I'm Calling, It's from the Painter

"Oh!"

"look!"

"Who is this?"

"Isn't this our dearest and dearest Police Officer Tifa? You finally remembered to go back to the San Francisco Police Station to see your old friend?"

Seeing Tifa push the door in, Louise, who was transferred to the General Administration, immediately stepped forward and gave her a big hug.

"Long time no see, Louise." With the same warm embrace, Tifa said, "How is the work at the main office compared to the branch office?"

"There is no difference." Shrugging her shoulders, Louise said with emotion: "It's nothing more than switching from the office of the Northern District Bureau to the office of the General Administration to watch the video."

"It's still those annoying faces, it's still those criminals who are extremely bastards, but the computer configuration at the headquarters is higher, so there will be no inexplicable freezes when watching the video."

Briefly talking about life after the transfer, Louise pressed Tifa's shoulder with her backhand, looked at Tifa's black suit from top to bottom, and asked curiously: "Is the black suit the standard uniform of FBI agents? Why?" Every FBI agent I see wears that?"

"The FBI is not a police officer on duty. Where did the standard uniform come from?"

Tifa smiled and shook his head, explaining: "The reason why we choose to wear a suit is nothing more than the fact that this suit is suitable for the most common scenes. Whether it is a subway shopping mall, or a bar or restaurant, wearing a suit to walk in will not cause unnecessary trouble. s concern."

"Won't attract unnecessary attention?"

Staring at Tifa with both eyes, after looking up and down several times at her perfect figure outlined by the tight suit, Louise said, "Tifa, have you been looking for blind people for your missions lately? You are so big in a suit. The beauty is in front of them, but they don't pay attention?"

Tifa has long had a deep understanding of her girlfriend's glib tongue.

Not taking Louise's compliment seriously at all, Tifa said sternly, "Okay, okay, stop chatting, I came to the San Francisco Police Department today with a mission."

"For that counterfeit money dealer called the painter?"

"Oh! There is progress, Louise, you actually took the initiative to pay attention to the case? Didn't you never think about the case before?" Listening to the girlfriend who has always been fishing, she knew that she came for counterfeit money, Tifa Some surprises.

"It's not that I take the initiative to care about this case, but the main reason is that this case deliberately hit me in the face."

Recalling the miraculous experience last night, Louise said, "Didn't I go camping by the river with Mike last night."

Almost talking about the field battle, Louise rearranged her words and said, "After the camping was completed, it was almost midnight. Just when we were about to return home, a trolley case suddenly floated in the river."

"Tifa, you know, although I'm not a good five-star policeman, I still have the most basic sense of responsibility. When I see this kind of trolley case floating in the river, I must check the contents. It's dismemberment and murder."

"Thinking about it this way, Mike and I waded through the icy river, pulled the box to the bank and opened it. It turned out to be a box full of hundred-dollar bills."

"Factory new, there is no trace of use. Looking at such a hundred dollar bill, my first reaction is counterfeit. Sure enough, after returning them to the police station, I heard about the case of the painter."

Listening to Louise's strange money-picking incident last night, Tifa instantly smelled the breath of conspiracy:

That guy Romon couldn't make such a stupid mistake of losing money. He deliberately let Louise pick up this box of money. As for the reason~~~

Tifa remembered the agreement she had made with Romon before the cat-and-mouse game started—in order to make this cat-and-mouse game produce the value it wanted, Romon would expose a group of gangsters on the way of committing crimes. Let Tifa capture.

Apparently, the sudden appearance of counterfeit banknotes pointed to a criminal organization in San Francisco.

"Where is that batch of counterfeit banknotes? Is it in the evidence room of the General Administration? Take me to see it!"

Faced with Tifa's urging, Louise did not agree, but raised her finger and pointed to the direction of the director's office, pointing to the bald director who was eager to see through the office window and said:

"Tifa, I think you'd better go to the office first and see our old Chief Hank. For your return today, he started packing the office early in the morning and is waiting to welcome you."

"Oh! Look at my stupid brain! I even forgot about old Chief Hank."

After slapping her smooth forehead, Tifa put on a warm smile again and walked towards the director's office.

For the former chief of the Northern District Bureau and his old boss, Tifa still has a lot of respect.

It can be said that apart from a bit of body odor, this bald director is first-class in terms of character, ability, and moral character.

In the office, I chatted with my old boss, especially about Jackie Chen's "sacrifice". After the two expressed their feelings, Tifa finally completed the interview with her old friend and could devote herself wholeheartedly to the case.

Following Louise, Tifa came to the evidence room where the counterfeit money was kept.

Take out the counterfeit banknotes that are still kept in the suitcase one by one and arrange them neatly on the floor.

Watching Tifa check the banknotes, Louise said:

"Tifa, we have checked the money one by one. There is no chemical residue on it, no fingerprint residue, any valuable clues, including the suitcase containing the money. We have X-rayed it. It is an ordinary The suitcase does not have any hidden compartments inside."

"No, Louise, I'm not looking at the bill itself, I'm looking at the number on the bill."

"Look at the code?" Louise asked suspiciously: "The code on it is all made up by that counterfeit banknote dealer. How can there be clues to catch him on it? He can't be bold enough to give his address Write it on it?"

"Maybe he really is such a self-confident bastard."

Tifa laughed, and with her eagle-like eyes, she quickly went back and forth on the code of the banknote, thinking about what Romon would use as an identification if she left a message for her.

use my name

impossible.

It's too stupid to use a name, it will only reveal our relationship.

If the name doesn't work, what about a nickname?A nickname known only to me and him.

Tifa thought about the most common address that bastard used to call herself, and in this pile of seemingly chaotic codes, she pieced together a word that was so familiar that she couldn't be more familiar with it.

--Jerusalem.

Taking out the banknote whose initials could be spelled 'Jerusalem', Tifa looked at the remaining English letters on it, and indeed deciphered the message Romon left her.

Safely store cabinet No. 1472.

Tifa knew about this storage company, which was located on Empire Avenue not far from the San Francisco Police Station.

Taking out the mobile phone and taking pictures of the fake banknotes with information written on them, Tifa put the counterfeit banknotes on the table back into the suitcase, and smiled at Louise beside him: "I found some clues. , would you like to go and see it with me?"

"That counterfeit banknote dealer really wrote his address on it?" Louise said in amazement: "Also, how did you find clues from so many banknotes? Why can't I see the difference between these banknotes at all?"

"Well~~~ How should I put it, if Louise, you can spend all the time you spend reading fashion magazines on reading mystery novels, you will be able to see the tricks in it."

Not just to deal with Louise.

In the future, after more tacit cooperation with counterfeiters, Tifa will have to explain the source of the news to his colleagues in the FBI sooner or later.

Fortunately, the secret signal left by Romon was Jerusalem, so Romon's behavior of "selling customers" can be interpreted as - although he is a counterfeiter, he still has a conscience and wants to do something good to get God forgiveness.

This kind of behavior is very common in the United States, and it's not a problem for Tifa to fool the FBI with it.

Thinking about how to tell this lie to perfection, Tifa and Louise drove all the way to the safe storage company.

The operation mode of this storage company is the classic unmanned storage cabinet mode in the United States.

Except for the payment office at the gate and the security office to prevent people from vandalizing the savings cabinet, there are no other living employees in this storage company, which covers an area of ​​thousands of square meters.

Who stored things in it, what was stored in it, and who took it away, these issues are not taken into account by Ansan Anchu Company, as long as a person has the password to open the container, Ansan Anchu will assume that he is the owner of the items in the cabinet .

"1470, 1471, 1472."

Counting the serial number on the locker, Tifa came to a small locker.

Looking at the digital code lock on it, Tifa flipped through the photos of the counterfeit banknotes she had just taken, starting with the number in the last photo.

One shot into the soul.

The password that Romon set up for the safe was indeed the digital serial number on the last counterfeit banknote.

With a 'bang' the safe opened, and Tifa took out what looked like a big brother's phone inside.

The body wrapped in a black plastic shell is covered with a long plastic soft antenna. Looking at the machine in Tifa's hands, Louise said, "This is a signal receiver. What does the counterfeit money dealer mean?"

"Go to the place where the signal is transmitted, and you will know what it means."

-

San Francisco, Stink Bay.

Different from those serious sea piers, this place called Smelly Bay is a distribution center for San Francisco fishing enthusiasts to go fishing.

It is precisely because some unqualified fishermen will throw unwanted fish and shrimps around here, so that the smell of rotten fish and shrimps lingers here all the year round, and this place is named Smelly Bay.

"Is the boat coming?"

Harry has been in a good mood recently. Ever since he completed the deal with the painter a few days ago and got a super counterfeit banknote with a face value of 500 million, Harry felt that his chance to make a fortune had come.

The new version of U.S. bills can't see any problems with the naked eye, and can pass the inspection of the bill detector.

Holding these counterfeit banknotes, Harry had a bold idea in his mind—in the future, all the banknotes he gave to Eastern European bumpkins would be settled with counterfeit banknotes.

In this way, within a few years, he will be able to earn money that he will never spend in his lifetime, and then he will wash his hands and go to the middle of the country to find an agricultural state, build a large manor, and spend the rest of his life comfortably.

Thinking about a better future.

Harry's long and narrow brown eyes were suddenly flashed by the searchlight, and then, signal lights of different lengths came from the sea level, indicating that the fishing boat Harry had sent out to pick up the goods had returned.

"Stinky boy! What are you doing in a daze, give them a signal, we're going down to pick up the goods!"

Kicking the butt of the younger brother next to him, Harry put his hands in his pockets, cigar in his mouth, humming a ditty, and walked towards the coast. He didn't know that there was a rock not far behind him. A joint investigation by the FBI and the San Francisco police The group is already lurking.

"Tifa, we seem to have caught a big fish."

"I did catch a big fish, that bastard Harry. When I was a policeman in San Francisco, I noticed that there was something wrong with this guy, but there was no evidence. Today, I happened to give him a lot of stolen goods."

Tightening the Glock 26 in his hand, Tifa looked at the bald director next to him, but the other party signaled her with his eyes, allowing her to take full charge of the operation.

Thank you, old boss.

Feeling the long-lost trust, Tifa nodded with firm eyes, and then said sassyly: "Everyone obey orders, attack!"

dong dong dong dong!

A series of high-power searchlights were instantly turned on, and the snow-white to glaring lampposts illuminated the Smelly Bay in detail. At the same time, the police patrol boats on the sea also sounded harsh sirens and fired deterrent naval guns.

"Don't move! Raise your hands!"

There was no wonderful American-style Iai battle.

Harry and his men squatted on the ground and surrendered without even a second of resistance in the face of dozens of policemen with guns surrounding them.

After all, these people knew very well that there was still work to be done for surrender and sentencing, but if they exchanged fire with the police on the beach without cover, they would be considered lucky not to be beaten to pieces.

"Aren't you the FBI in San Francisco?"