Seeing his movements, Luo Ang glanced past the building on the left and adjusted his body shape slightly.

After turning his back to the abandoned building, he whispered: "Sorry, sir, my home is just a few steps away from this street. I need to know what you are doing?"

"This is not something you should know! Go home!"

The old man dug out an empty plastic box from the trash can, put it into the bag beside him, and scolded in a low voice.

Luo Ang put an empty water bottle he brought from the hospital into his bag, and said with stubbornness in his voice: "I need to know! My home is in this neighborhood, and I can no longer know that someone is here.

There's something going on, but you pretend you don't see it!"

"I don't want a group of damn gangsters to rush in just sitting at home. This is irresponsible for my life and that of my family!"

Seeing Luo Ang's unexpected stubbornness, the old man sighed helplessly: "Damn it, why are you so stubborn? I'm here to protect you. You just need to go home as usual."

Luo Ang pulled on the strap and said loudly: "Hey, that one is not garbage!"

Then he whispered: "Tell me, or I will call the police now. I don't care who is in that building, as long as they leave my neighborhood, they can go wherever they want!"

"Shet!"

The old man finally couldn't help it anymore and gave Luo Ang a hard look, "Leave immediately, or I will let you drink tea inside the police station for obstructing official business!"

After he finished speaking, he found that there was no fear on the other person's face, but he said nonchalantly: "You didn't show your police badge, so I can't count it as obstructing official duties. Don't scare me with these tricks, cop!"

"Damn it, are all kids today so bold?"

Seeing that he had no other choice, the old man had no choice but to put the bag on the ground on his back and walk shakily towards the corner of the intersection. As he walked, he said in a low voice: "If you want to know, then follow me!"

Luo Ang remained calm and followed the opponent slowly, keeping a distance of three to five steps.

When the other party entered the corner, Luo Ang did not follow him in. Instead, he stood one step away, where he could be seen from the outside, looking at the old man inside without saying a word.

Finding that Luo Ang's alertness was unexpectedly high, the old man had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​threatening him at first. Instead, he threw away the garbage in his hand, showed the police badge on his waist, looked at him and said: "Now, you need to know

What can I do to leave quickly?"

"Hey, sir, I just want to know some information that I should know according to the law, such as..."

"Okay according to the law, like?"

The old man said helplessly

"For example, you are chasing criminals now, right?"

"uh-huh?!"

"What type of criminal is the other party? It's a misdemeanor that wouldn't bother someone like you. So, is it the robber reported in the news recently?"

"......Yes!"

The old man was silent for a while and then replied

"If it's that guy who came from the south and doesn't know how to act according to the rules, then I should know some news!"

Luo Ang thought for a moment, and decided to tell the news he knew. If a criminal like this from outside, who is not bound by local rules at all, can be caught a second earlier, it would be better if he was caught a second earlier, because this kind of person, in sight,

There is only money in it, no matter how serious it is.

"Huh? Do you have news about Abe?"

The old man looked at Luo Ang suspiciously and said

"There are some, sir, you know, when you live in the South District, you have to pay more attention to the news on the street. I heard that the man is a white man from the south, about 1.85 meters tall, with long hair.

There’s a scar on your left eye and an angel tattoo on your right arm, right?”

Luo Ang softly revealed part of the information he knew, looked at the old man who had already come together seriously, and asked.

"Yes, the information you know is correct, what about the rest? Where is that guy hiding now?"

The old man asked quickly

"I know some places where the other party may be hiding. I heard that the Chicago Police Department has a rule called informant fees. I heard that 10% of the recovered stolen money will be used as informant fees. That Abe should

I robbed five people and got at least 100,000 US dollars in stolen money!"

Luo Ang winked slightly and said softly

"...It seems that you do know a lot more than others. Yes, there are indeed provisions for informant fees in the police station, and that Abe should have nearly one hundred thousand U.S. dollars on him!"

The old man was originally surprised by Luo Ang's boldness, but he didn't expect that he now even knew a lot about the police station's regulations.

At the same time, he also paid more and more attention to the information from Luo Ang, because the police station only announced three cases to the outside world. Luo Ang could accurately tell the specific number of crimes committed by Abe, which was enough to prove the information from Luo Ang.

The accuracy will be greatly increased.

Seeing the old man admitting, Luo Ang felt relieved. He was a little worried before. This COP was the kind of person who took money. Now that the other party admitted it truthfully, it meant that he had no other thoughts.

It seems that there are still some people in the Chicago Police Department who are willing to do things. Not all of them are like old heroes who drive their cars to sleep in the shade and don't want to take care of anything.

Looking at the anxious old man, Luo Ang said quickly: "Abbe's hiding place is the news yesterday. I'm not sure whether it is true for the time being. I'll go back and confirm. Before 11 o'clock tonight, you go to 1923 51st Street.

Wait for me, I will tell you the latest news, I promise!"

The old man frowned when he heard that he still had to wait for a while, but nodded: "Okay, then I will go there at 11 o'clock tonight, 1923 Fifty-first Street, right?"

"Yes, I don't know what to call it?"

"Call me Erwin..."

"Leon, see you tonight then!"

Roang nodded, finished speaking softly, and walked away with a calm face. At the corner behind him, the old man Erwin patted his arm and looked at his back.

Ten minutes later,

When Roang returned home, he used the key hidden under the carpet to open the door.

"Huh, it's better to be comfortable at home~"

He threw his backpack on the sofa and looked at everything familiar at home, but he felt as if he was in another world.

Taking out the notebook from his bag and looking at the contents, he smiled strangely. Such an amazing treasure was in front of him, but he couldn't use it directly.

This feeling is like putting a cheeseburger and a large drink in front of a person who has been hungry for three days, but using a transparent glass box to fasten it.

Like a kitten scratching someone's itch, it kept appearing in his heart, making Luo Ang's mood gradually become irritable as time went by.

The reason is very simple. In those newspapers of the future, there are only large and general narratives like Japanese capital's massive invasion of Hollywood and the struggle between the United States and the Soviet Union for hegemony. None of them describe in detail what a certain company's stock price was at a specific time.
Chapter completed!