Super Detective in the Fictional World

After midnight, Luke went to meet with Frank and exchanged information.

Frank knows, Luke probably knows.

Luke knew, but Frank didn't necessarily.

The hypnotized Reyes confessed her journey, and Luke told Frank without reservation.

Frank is silent.

Luke didn't say a word.

Revenge? How to get revenge? What kind of revenge is that? There are numerous combinations of answers to these three questions.

There is no doubt that the Reyes District Attorney is not a good man.

However, when she planned to capture the Park Tripartite, she had no intention of harming ordinary civilians.

That situation did not meet her expectations and would lead her to move into politics simply too far, the least she would want to happen.

Unfortunately, she was ambitious, and she did have the idea of being greedy.

Fearing tripartite vigilance and cancelling the transaction, she took risks and did not evacuate the civilian population prior to the operation.

And as long as she evacuates the civilian population ahead of time, either tripartite vigilance or evacuation will avert tragedy from the Franks.

It seems that she caused the death of Frank's family.

In fact, this cannot be judged so simply.

Cops catch thieves, scripture and justice.

In order to capture thieves and put civilians in danger, that is an inevitable problem for the entire United States police force, only to vary in severity.

If a shootout between a cop and a bandit could have accidentally injured a civilian at any time, then why shouldn't an American cop deserve a gun?

This is obviously not possible.

The Reyes District Attorney made a serious mistake in this matter, but the crime did not die.

If the consequences were harsh, most of America's heavy criminals deserved more than her.

Frank's face changed for a while, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Luke knows that he's actually made up his mind.

After all, Frank is not a born criminal, he's a soldier, he's done a lot of dirty things for the good of the country, but the bottom line is always there.

The lack of a decision in such a long time suggests that he was not determined to kill the Reyes District Attorney.

Luke finally said, "I think we can put the Reyes D.A. thing aside. I have a question. If you untie it, you don't have to deal with Reyes again. ”

Frank nodded in silence, “You say. ”

“Blacksmith!” Luke gave the name of this key figure.

Frank's attention suddenly focused and looked up at him.

Luke: “The real key to this is this blacksmith. He started the deal, and that's why it all happened. ”

Frank: “You mean, find him? ”

But what does this have to do with the Reyes D.A.? He's lost his mind.

Luke nodded: “The blacksmith is said to have a huge supply of at least one ton of contraband at a time. What channel does he use to get in this volume of smuggling? ”

Frank frowned: "Smuggling words, most likely from Mexico? His relationship with the Mexican cartel is impressive. ”

Luke shook his head: "No, Mexican cartels do have a lot of merchandise, but most of them enter the United States in multiple batches and seldom do this kind of one-time wholesale. They prefer to dismantle the goods and sell them to a number of cooperating small groups for higher profits. There is no need for them to concentrate the illicit drugs that have been entered in batches and to carry out a single wholesale operation, which would not benefit them in any way. ”

Frank nodded slightly.

There are few other cartels in Mexico and there is absolutely no shortage of manpower.

There are countless ordinary people in Mexico who pay to be “mules", and they serve as "mules” to Mexican cartels, bringing small quantities of goods into the United States from all sources.

Doing so disperses the risk and does not involve the middle and upper echelons, with some pick-up batters caught on top of the day.

Concentrating all the goods will only cause more accidents and losses for them.

Luke said this and paused until he continued: "Next, you have to calm down, at least until we catch the blacksmith and make sure it's him. ”

Frank: “Say it. ”

……

Half an hour later, Luke helplessly took out the medical kit and wrapped Frank's bloody hands: “Didn't I tell you, I'm not sure? You don't want to go looking for him on your own, do you? ”

Frank gasps, “He's mine! ”

Luke wasn't angry: "Can you believe I'm going to knock people out and throw them in front of you now? Five broken ribs, emotional agitation. Are you sure you didn't deliver the head? ”

Frank's bloody eyes stared at him: "I'll be calm before he gives me the answer. ”

Luke leaves his mouth shut and wonders: “Come on, I don't think you can wait. Let's get this over with tonight. ”

He and Frank both knew that there was a very good chance of that speculation.

The Blacksmith will die tonight unless the other party bites him to death.

The reason he's going with Frank is, of course, to squeeze the blacksmith's residual value dry with basic hypnosis and mental communication.

For his three lifesavers to Robert, Luke handed Frank the boss, the blacksmith.

But the blacksmith's goods, the blacksmith's channel, Luke's got it.

This can be all experience points.

……

Ray Skonov smiled and rubbed his son's head, watching as his wife drove him to bed in the shower.

He sat on the couch, pressed the remote control board and turned the TV show to several news channels.

After a while, he frowned and stopped: "Is Frank still there? ”

There was no anticipated blood on the news, he had to turn off the TV and think quietly about the follow-up.

The sound of the TV disappeared and the whole room was trapped in silence.

Ray leaned against the couch and suddenly tightened his heart: No. What about the sound of a wife putting her son to sleep?

This little guy keeps telling his wife stories every night, and he keeps asking questions, and it takes a minute or twenty to fall asleep.

He was watching TV news, and there was a constant voice in the house, and he didn't even notice.

Now the whole room is quiet as a haunted house.

Apart from his own breathing, there was a little hidden wind outside the house, and he couldn't hear anything else.

Ray's hand penetrated the side of the sofa and touched a pistol hidden there, looking slowly at the room.

His eyes did not spin quickly, but rather tried to use the excess light to find possible dangers of approaching.

Knock!

The door lock was unlocked when a noise sounded.

A fine metal collision sounds just like a key chain when most people enter the door.

But Ray knows it's definitely not family.

Only his wife and he had the keys, but they were both in the room.

When he tried to pull out the gun, he heard a low voice coming from the door: "Ray, it's been a long time. ”

Ray's hand slammed, and there was a surprise on his face: "Frank, is that you? ”

Standing up smoothly, he turned to the entrance to the hall, and his right hand, along with the pistol in the sofa gap over there, was placed behind him between turns.

A wicked figure walked in: "It's me. ”