Chapter 110 Colonel Norman Jangles
After typing today’s report on the computer, Jack stretched and was about to get off work. Tim hurried past him and motioned to follow him.
The two walked into a small lounge, and John and others were already waiting.
Tim closed the door and went straight to the point: "We are in big trouble. That facial recognition application triggered the LA law enforcement conflict prevention system, and the source pointed to the CIA."
John opened his eyes wide, With a look of disbelief on his face, "Why does the CIA care about the counterfeit money case?"
"This matter is more serious than we thought. If it is the CIA, it involves national security issues. Are we sure we want to continue the investigation?"
Nila looked at everyone and warned sternly.
Tim obviously does not intend to give up: "I promised Mickey that I would find the murderer of Joe. Joe was once a soldier and served his country loyally. He should not die in such an unknown way. . ”
“Then proceed with caution. If it is the CIA, which one of us will come to trouble you when they find that the pressure from above is ineffective?”
Before Jack finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on John.
"Why me?" John felt that he was being underestimated. With so many people present, he seemed the easiest to bully?
Lucy raised her fingers: "Jack has already resigned and is going to the FBI soon. Tim has just become the superintendent, the highest position among us, and Angela is now a detective. , Nila was transferred back from the DEA to work as a patrol officer, and the governor personally awarded her a medal, so..."
"Aren't you still there?" John asked strangely.
"Where do you think Lucy sleeps every night these days?" Angela shrugged, dropped the question, and left the room laughing with everyone, leaving Lucy and Tim who looked a little embarrassed. There is an epiphany for John.
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Before 11 o’clock in the evening, someone knocked on the door of John’s house.
John opened the door, and standing at the door was the black man who had disguised himself as a security company maintenance worker during the day.
“Hey, man, we have to talk.” At this time, his accent no longer had that funny RAP tone.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Seeing John standing there, a friendly smile appeared on the black man’s face.
"Why don't you tell me who you are first?" John stared at him with vigilance in his eyes.
"At least now, I am your friend, and you should be happy, because you don't want to be my enemy."
Although this guy always smiles, there is a faint hint in his tone. The threats revealed were not so friendly.
"Now, it's time to invite me in." The black man said commanding words in a calm tone.
John said nothing and stepped aside.
"Your house has been renovated well. Did the boy who is about to join the FBI help you do it?"
The black man had a relaxed attitude, just like a guest who came to visit, looking around. .
John put on a resisting attitude of not accepting your offer: "I know your tricks, come in and look around, and reveal some private information intentionally or unintentionally, as if you have taken the initiative, which is very good. So tell me, who are you?"
"You can call me Colonel Norman Jangles."
"But aren't you from the CIA?" John pointed out directly. identity.
"It's just a name and it doesn't mean much. My team hides in the shadows and does things that will not be recognized."
The black man who calls himself Colonel Norman Jengers explained.
"Then why did you come to me?" John asked knowingly.
Colonel Norman Jangles looked serious, took a step forward, looked directly into John's eyes, and spoke word by word.
“I’m warning you and your police buddies, stop meddling in this matter and actually want to search for my information in the system. It’s a big mistake. You won’t find anything. I hope this is the last time you are stupid.”
John frowned, not backing down from the threat. "We just want to know who killed Joe Delacuzzi."
"Who?"
Colonel Norman Jangles then realized: " You mean that tramp? Why?”
John felt a little out of step with this guy’s thinking: “Why? He is a human being, a retired soldier. He serves the country.”
"Stop, did you make something wrong?"
Colonel Norman Jangles' tone seemed a little confused, making it unclear whether he was pretending.
“We are on the same side, you, me and the Joe you mentioned, we are all beautiful Chinese people.”
“We are fighting for the interests of this country every moment. Make sacrifices. And my team and I, our business is just more global."
John interrupted his impassioned speech: "So you can kill people at will?"
Colonel Norman Jangles sneered, looking like he was looking at how naive you are.
"Every war has casualties. That Joe is just a collateral damage. You just have to pray that you are not next."
As he spoke, he patted John on the shoulder and seemed to feel That's it, no need to say more, he left the house directly.
John stood there for a while, listening to the sound of the car starting to leave, and then said loudly: "Guys, he left."
From the attic, the backyard, and even the bedroom, People came out one after another.
Jack came in through the gate, wearing all black. As soon as he entered, everyone looked at him, "Has the tracker been installed?"
"It's attached to the bottom of the car. He can follow him wherever he goes." As he spoke, he waved the tablet on his hand and installed a tracker on the CIA agent's car. Hey, it was so exciting.
"What should we do next to keep up with him?" Lucy was eager to give it a try.
“No, it’s up to the two of us to live next.” Tim looked at Nila, his tone unquestionable.
“Nila and I will handle it later, it’s inconvenient for you to get involved.”
"Uh" Jack raised a finger to indicate that he had a different opinion.
"Can you listen to what I have to say, and then we can make a decision."
Everyone's eyes turned to him again.
"Ahem!" He cleared his throat.
“First of all, now we can confirm that Joe’s death is related to the person under Colonel Norman Jangles, right? I heard him say the word collateral damage in the earpiece. ”
Everyone nodded in unison.
“Secondly, the evil visitor who came to the door never revealed his identity, right? Can we regard it as a criminal suspect who came to threaten an LAPD officer?”
Everyone was suffocated, feeling a bit ridiculous, but after thinking about it, although it was clearly a word game, it seemed to make sense.
"Then it is reasonable for us to follow each other, isn't it? During the tracking process, if we find something, such as a large amount of counterfeit money, does this not violate the prohibition imposed on us? ”
(End of this chapter)