"I'm Hank, who is in the office now?"

A familiar hoarse voice sounded, and Erin didn't expect that she was just about to contact him when Hank actually called and replied immediately.

"Hank, it's me. I'm in the office right now. I was just about to contact you when you called me. I found it here..."

"Eileen?"

"Just in time, take Jay and the new Lucek and come to 3905 South Green Street right away. I've found the whereabouts of that damn bastard!"

After listening to Hank's words, Irene's eyes lit up, she answered with a "understood" message and hung up the phone. She hurriedly took Luoang to the lobby on the first floor, arranged for him to be Pratt, and said something.

"Leon, I'm sorry. I need to go on a mission right now. You stay with her for a while. I'll come back to you later!"

Looking at Irene who was wearing a Kevlar vest, a black short gun on her waist, and a heroic appearance, Luo Ang's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even have time to reply, so he could only wave at the backs of several people.

"Lindsay's charm is still the driving force!"

Platt behind him sighed with emotion, but without hearing her words, Luo Ang, with a look of embarrassment on his face, immersed himself in his work, leaving him alone.

Luo Ang scanned around and saw that all the patrolmen coming in and out were busy with their own affairs, and no one paid attention to why he was here, so he found a bench by the door and sat down on the wall, and began to wait patiently.

About ten minutes later, bored, he noticed that a slightly familiar black figure was about to go up to chat with him to find something to do for himself, when he heard the patrolman named Alvert said to him.

The white police detective who was taking care of his pet dog said.

"Hey Camineto!"

"What's wrong Kevin?"

The police detective who grabbed the pet dog with both hands replied without raising his head.

"I'm planning to have a party and need to contact the bar. I heard that you know the person in charge of Molly's Bar?"

Alvert came closer and looked at Camineto with interest. Roang, who had just gotten up from the bench and was about to come over for a chat, stopped where he was, wanting to hear what the two people were talking about at the party first.

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"Hmm, old George and I do know each other. What, you want me to help you contact Molly's Bar?"

Camineto, who finally tied the dog leash tightly, exhaled and patted his waist. It was not an easy task to put the dog leash on little Terry.

"Yes!"

"I'm responsible for finding DJs to prepare games, finding guests, doing publicity and sending people to take care of security. All of these will be provided so that people who come to Molly's Bar will not feel that the party is not decent."

It seemed that Alwart had already made preparations in his mind. With a look of composure on his black face, he finished speaking in one breath and then revealed what he considered the most important point.

"Everything you spend in the bar is yours, and the entrance fee is split equally between us. How about that?"

Carminet shrugged indifferently and said with a relaxed look: "Don't bother me, just give me $200, and you can call anyone, and I will make an agreement with old George to arrange the time for tonight's activities."

Let me give it to you."

Alvert didn't expect the other party's conditions to be so simple. He was so excited and surprised that he hurriedly stretched out his hand and said: "Done?"

"All right!"

Carminet reached out and shook his hand, which was regarded as a cooperation. Then he took his partner and the pet dog on the ground and left. Unexpectedly, Alvert, who did not expect the negotiation to be so easy, left with a look of joy on his face.

Already.

Only Roang, who was observing the whole process from the side, made a mental note of Carminet. There seemed to be something wrong with the other person. Although he didn't know what the problem was, he knew that the other person didn't care about the bar's profits.

Instead, it seems like a deliberate collaboration.

If nothing else, Roang knew that just by hosting a party at Molly's Bar, the revenue from the entrance fee for one night would be far more than a thousand US dollars, not to mention the share of consumption in the bar.

What Carminet did was to use 200 U.S. dollars to throw at least a thousand U.S. dollars, and possibly thousands of U.S. dollars at most, on the ground, and then let the black police detective Alvert pick it up and put it in his pocket.

The other party didn't look like a very wealthy person. He was also a patrol officer in the 21st Precinct. There was no need to give up the profits. As his mother Lauren often said, if a person sees a five-dollar bill falling on the ground,

If you don't pick it up, you are either a fool or you are hiding something in your heart.

Although this sentence is a bit absolute, Roang feels that there are still some problems when it is applied to Carminet.

It's just that he doesn't know for the moment why the other party does this. Anyway, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, so he makes a mental note and stops paying attention.

Even if this Caminet has other goals, what does it have to do with Roan?

He shrugged nonchalantly, and just as he was about to go back and sit down, he saw Hank holding the Kevlar vest on his body with both hands, pushing open the door angrily and walking in with a sullen face.

Behind him was the handsome Hispanic police detective Antonio, but now his face was full of anxiety. He didn't know if it was Luo Ang's fault. He seemed to see Antonio's eyes and glanced back with dissatisfaction.

Behind them were Erin and his partner Jay, who had gone out for action before. Finally, there was Erwin, an old man whom Roang hadn't seen for a while, and Luce, who hung at the end with whom he had teased many stories about the film and television industry.

gram.

But at this moment, he looked downcast and no longer as active as before.

Hank glanced at Luo Ang who was standing there, said nothing, said hello to Pratt at the front desk, then angrily came to the iron door, entered the password and headed towards the second floor.

The group of people following him didn't seem to have any desire to talk. Only Erwin and Platt nodded, and the others were silent. Irene smiled apologetically when she saw Roang, and didn't say anything else.

I mean, I took my partner Jie up to the second floor.

Roang blinked thoughtfully when he saw this. When the members of the intelligence team left, he heard several uniformed patrol officers who had been following Erwin explaining to his companions who had gathered around to inquire about the news.

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"Alas, we just went to an abandoned building and found some things belonging to Antonio's son there, but we arrived a step too late. The damn bastard had already moved Diego away, but we still had a chance to take Matteo away.

Stay, but..."

Hearing the patrolman's hesitant words, Luoang immediately thought of Hank's anger and Lucek's frustration.

Judging from their expressions, it should be that this newcomer who had just joined the intelligence team did not seize the opportunity to perform meritorious deeds and instead allowed Mateo to escape. He probably received a lot of criticism.

However, Antonio and the others failed in their operation this time and failed to catch Mateo and rescue his son Diego. It seems that they may get extra help for their plan.

With a twist of his lips, Luo Ang had no intention of going back and sitting down now. As expected, that guy Hank would definitely come looking for him after his arrest failed.

Sure enough, less than three minutes later, the front desk phone rang. Pratt, who had been paying attention to the call, quickly answered the call, listened to a few words with his ear, and walked out from the front desk with a hum and said to Luo Ang:
Chapter completed!