Chapter 480 Tunnel and Bank Account
The next day, Jane sent Jack an address, which was a hotel in the suburbs of El Paso. Jack drove to the destination and came to a room. Knocked on the door.
Jian hung up the anti-theft chain, opened the door a crack, pouted and said to him, "Password?"
Jack looked around and saw no one around. He leaned forward and shouted, "FBI, open the door!"
Jian Hehe opened the door in a silly manner and briefly told her experience last night.
She took Matt and Alejandro on a trip to Tucson and brought back several Mexicans from an illegal immigration shelter there.
"They are next door now, and they should have almost confirmed it."
Just as he was talking, Matt came over and knocked on the door, with an ambiguous look on his face, "I'm not disturbing you, are I?"< br>
This guy still looks like he is not doing his job right, but he can tell that he is in a very good mood.
"How's the harvest?" Jack ignored his teasing.
Matt suddenly became excited, "What Guillermo said is true. The tunnel entrance has been found. It is near Route 86. The drone will keep an eye on it 24 hours a day."
"Then down there What's your plan?" Jack started to praise him understandingly.
“This tunnel is the fastest way back to Mexico. We must find a way to force Manuel Diaz to return to Mexico through here as soon as possible to report to his boss, ‘Executioner’ Fausto Alarcon. "What do you think?"
Matt's words were partly a question, and the other half sounded a bit like a test.
"Notify the IRS and touch their wallets. Money is the key to everything. If something goes wrong, it doesn't matter if Manuel Diaz doesn't want to go back and report it. Fausto Alarcon is just his representative. Brother, not his biological father.”
Jack figured out his thoughts on the way here. Since their ultimate target is Fausto Alarcon, there is no need for Manuel Diaz to touch him.
Once they arrest Diaz, Alarcon will definitely get wind of it. As the third person in the Sonora Group and a local snake in Mexico, if he wants to hide I'm afraid it will be harder to find than Doyle.
“I heard that you are very familiar with the IRS?” Matt’s lips curled up, revealing the clues.
“Haha, it’s okay.”
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The three men had spent five hours interrogating Guillermo, and of course it couldn't be as simple as just confirming a tunnel.
Guillermo finally sold Diaz cleanly. He clearly explained the money laundering channels, places he frequented, and his usual hiding places.
Everyone divided the work and cooperated. Jack contacted the old man Ray King of the IRS and mobilized people to come to Phoenix to help. The best candidate was naturally Chris's girlfriend Dana. Those who have merit must give priority to their own people.
Jian went to contact her previous anti-kidnapping team because she wanted to uncover the Sonora Group's entire money laundering channel in Arizona. This operation was not suitable for using SEAL manpower. Jane's police officers were just right. suitable.
Matt and Alejandro are responsible for tracking and monitoring Diaz's whereabouts, which is what the CIA is good at.
Two days later, everything was ready and everyone was in place. Dana, who was on vacation at the Wolfe Brothers' farm in Los Angeles, hurried over and met Jack in the parking lot of a bank in Phoenix.
“Long time no see, Jack.” Dana came up and gave him a warm hug. She, who was small, stood on tiptoes and took the initiative to touch his cheek.
"This is Dana Cummings from the IRS, who is also the fiancée of my good friend. This is Jane Banner, my current partner." Jack made a greeting for her and Jane beside him. introduce.
The latter's original strange expression disappeared immediately, and he shook hands with Dana enthusiastically.
"Let's talk about it after we get in the car." In a van behind him, Matt waved to several people.
This is an FBI surveillance car, and it has been connected to the bank's internal camera. Dana is no longer the petite little accountant who needed Chris' protection.
I have worked as an IRS investigator for two years. Although I can’t say that I have been through life and death, I have actually seen a lot of big scenes. As soon as I entered the surveillance vehicle, I stepped into the role of the investigator and went straight to the topic.
"Who is our target this time?" "This, the one with blond hair and a white bag." Matt pointed at the woman on the screen who was doing business at the counter.
“They have dozens of downlines like this who deposit 9,000 US dollars every day. We need to follow these accounts and freeze all transfer accounts related to these accounts. No problem, right? ?”
Dana nodded, with a confused expression, "It's easy to do, but you know it's a useless effort, right? As long as they find a better lawyer, they can get their money back quickly. Even the IRS can't Do whatever you want.”
As if he heard some joke, Matt laughed loudly, and the expressions of others were also a little tense, and the car was filled with joy.
"Don't be like this, I'm serious." Dana kicked Jack to signal if these guys could be more serious.
Matt seemed to be smiling happily, but his eyes kept glancing at Jack, who nodded knowingly, indicating that Dana could be trusted.
"Well, that's it. Our goal is not Diaz or the money, but the Sonora Group in Mexico. We need them to cause chaos." Matt explained simply.
Jack smiled and followed, "Of course, maybe the money will become ownerless soon."
Dana's eyes lit up, "OK, as long as I dig out those accounts, I can pass It should be enough to freeze the normal procedures for at least half a year, right?"
Matt waved his hand nonchalantly, "That's enough. In fact, the money has nothing to do with us, let's leave it to the big shots."
Dana nodded and said nothing more. She got out of the surveillance car and went straight to the bank to show her ID. Matt turned to look at Jane.
“Inform your clerk to prepare. Catch the suspects as soon as they leave the bank. Be careful not to let the other party swallow the receipt.”
Jane picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered a few words of concern.
Soon, the blond woman carrying a white bag in the surveillance video walked out of the bank and walked towards a GMC pickup truck.
Several strong men in plainclothes swooped up and pressed her firmly to the ground. At the same time, several other men pulled out a man from the cab of the pickup truck with guns raised.
Jian jumped out of the car and came back not long after, holding a black sports bag in his hand, which contained rolls of large amounts of cash.
“It’s done, do you want to go in and have a look?”
Matt quickly stopped, "No, no, no, we can't show up. This matter can only be handled by the IRS, so that Diaz can't figure out the situation. He has spies all over Phoenix City. Hiding in the dark is our greatest advantage." "
Jian nodded to express her understanding, handed the sports bag to the police officer below her, got in the car and continued waiting. An hour later, Dana walked out with several pieces of copy paper recording bank transactions. to the bank.
“It’s all done, these guys are so smart.”
“What do you say?” Jack took the bank statement. The string of numbers made him a little dizzy, and he came over from the side. Matt couldn't help but frowned.
“Although I am not proficient in mathematics, I still recognize mathematical symbols. May I ask why there is a negative sign in front of these numbers?”
Dana was speechless and began to explain to the Muggles, "This is a bank loan account. These transfers are used for repayment, so that cash will not be displayed in the system, but the loan balance will be offset, and it will not be reported to IRS or DEA, don’t worry about being traced.”
“Uh, so, this negative number is the total amount?” Matt pointed to the total negative number of more than 17 million in the upper right corner, “Is it a little less? "
Dana rolled her eyes, "This is just one of the accounts. The total number that can be found so far is 150 million. It seems that I will be staying in Phoenix for a while. I guess I will dig them all out. This amount may be doubled."
Matt whistled, and the wrinkles on his old face turned into an ugly chrysanthemum, "Then leave it to the IRS."
Jack handed him a cigar, "Congratulations on successfully lighting the fuse of a war. I seem to have smelled the smoke and blood."
Please give me a monthly ticket. I’m so tired. I need to go to bed.
(End of this chapter)