Los Angeles Detective Chapter 407

  Chapter 407 code name

  Luke just wanted to join in the fun and follow the FBI to find out some news. Who would have thought that he would accidentally make a contribution.

  He caught Giorgi, which is embarrassing.

   Originally, he just wanted to have a sip of the soup, but the meat actively went into his mouth, and Luke was reluctant to spit it out.

  But a group of FBIs are watching, and Luke can't take credit for it.

  Anthony handed him a cigarette and put his arm around his shoulders, and the two went aside to discuss.

  Finally, the two sides decided to interrogate jointly.

  The location of the interrogation is not at the police station, but a secret stronghold of the FBI.

   This is also to create an invisible pressure on Georgi during the interrogation.

  In an empty, dilapidated factory building.

  A man wearing a black hood, with his hands and feet bound, was pinned on a chair.

  Four people stood around the chair, namely Luke, Jackson, Anthony and one of his Mexican agents.

  The Mexican agent stepped forward and took off Giorgi's hood.

   Giorgi raised his head and glanced around, with a flustered expression.

  Anthony sat on the broken table next to him and said condescendingly, "Hey, boy, what's your name?"

   "Giorgi."

"full name?"

   "Jorgi Sal." He looked around vigilantly, "Where is this?"

   "This is not a good question. Everyone who knows the location here is dead. Do you want to be next?"

  Jorgi Sal shook his head, "Why did you bring me here?"

  Anthony did not answer, but asked instead, "Where is the oil painting?"

   Georgi Saar was silent.

  Luke also pulled a chair and sat down, and said to Giorgi Sal, "Do you want to get out of here?"

   Georgi Sar trembled slightly, nodded, "I think."

   "Then help us find the oil painting, I promise you can get out of here." Luke patted him on the shoulder, with an expression that I think you are optimistic.

  Jorgi Saar looked at Jackson and the Mexican agent, and found that the two were also looking at him with fiery eyes.

  His body was a little cold, and his body shook again.

   This is also the result Luke and Anthony wanted.

  The two did not choose to bring Georgi Sarr to the official office of the police station or the FBI, but to a secret stronghold, in order to give the other party the impression of a lynching.

  In addition, when the two came up, they did not ask about the case or their accomplices, but directly asked about the whereabouts of the oil painting.

  It is to leave an impression of selfishness on the other party. Once the law enforcement officers are selfish, it will be terrible.

  'We want oil paintings.

  We want to put a bounty on.

   So we bring you here.

  Don't you dare to say it, we just 'clean you up'.

  This is not the police station.

  There are no human rights here, no lawyers, only absolute obedience.

  Live or die. '

  Thinking of this, Georgi's body trembled even more.

   "Squeak..."

Next to   , a Mexican agent came over pushing a dilapidated cart. There were various tools on the cart, such as soldering iron, sharp awl, hammer, water basin, etc.

   Giorgi asked with a trill, "What are you going to do?"

  Anthony lit a cigarette and took a puff, "Oil painting, we only want oil painting."

   Giorgi shook his head, "I don't know where the oil painting is?"

  Anthony smiled, "I have seen many hard bones, you are not the first, nor the second.

   Hope you can impress me with something. "Anthony waved his hand and said to the Mexican agent," I'll leave it to you. "

   Giorgi begged, "Please don't do this, please.

   I really don't know where the oil painting is? "

  Anthony said, "Do you think we will let you go if you don't know a word?"

"What I said is real."

   "Then who knows?"

   Giorgi shook his head.

  Luke also took a puff of cigarette, "Stop talking nonsense, don't be serious, this kid won't talk."

  Seeing the Mexican agent approaching with a grim expression, Giorgi shouted, "nonono, what I said is true. That oil painting has been processed, not mine."

   "Who handled it?"

"professor."

   "Who is the professor?"

   "I don't know his real identity either. He claims to be a professor, and let us call him that."

   "How to deal with oil painting?"

"I have no idea."

   Luke said, "But as far as I know, you are the mastermind who planned this oil painting robbery."

   "No, I'm just a nobody.

  Professor is the mastermind of this oil painting robbery, he planned this oil painting robbery, I just acted according to his orders. "

   "Where's the professor?"

"I have no idea."

   "It's always been him looking for us, we couldn't find him at all."

   "How much money did you get for disposing of the oil painting?"

   "The professor didn't say anything, and gave me $550,000 directly."

   "How much did the others share?"

"I have no idea."

   "Tell me everything you know about the professor."

   "Well, he's mysterious. He's a white guy with blond hair, blue eyes, black-rimmed glasses, a bushy beard, and a medium build. He has some problems with his right leg and walks with a limp."

   "How did you meet the professor?"

   "He took the initiative to find me, saying that he would introduce me to a job."

  Anthony said, "You believed him so easily?"

   "The last two years I've had a... hard time, I lost my home, my family, I was living in a tent by the side of the road, I didn't even have money to buy beer.

  Professor found me suddenly, brought me food, and invited me to drink, and we chatted.

   I woke up the next day to find he had left a thousand dollars.

I'm surprised.

   I haven't seen such a large amount of money for a long time, and I originally wanted to pay him back the next time I meet.

   But I couldn't control it, and the money quickly ran out.

   Not long after, he came again, still looking for me to drink and chat.

   This time left two thousand dollars.

   I ran out of money again.

  The third time we met, we were still drinking and chatting. He said that he would introduce me to a job that would cost at least hundreds of thousands of dollars, and asked me if I wanted to work with him. ' sighed Giorgi Saar,

   "If he found me the first time and asked me to **** him, I probably wouldn't want to.

   But after two contacts, my mind has changed.

   Although the tramp is chic.

   But it feels better to spend money.

  Hundreds of thousands of dollars, enough to keep me entertained for several years.

why not?

  Life couldn't be worse than it is now. "

   "What role did you play in the Getty Museum robbery?"

   "I just follow orders.

  Professor arranged a residence for me, prepared weapons for me, and let me practice.

   Then sent me to Las Vegas to contact Detective Dave Galley for the painting heist.

  I was a little worried that I would not be able to complete this task, but I followed the professor's plan and it went surprisingly smoothly.

  Detective Dave Gary also needed money. We lent him a sum of money, but he couldn't repay it. I took advantage of the situation and proposed a plan to steal the oil painting, and promised him a large sum of money afterwards. "

  Anthony asked, "You are talking about a theft plan, why did it become a robbery?"

"The security at the Getty was too tight to make theft too difficult, and some of the actions of Detective Dave Galley aroused the suspicion of a security guard, who was also a police officer, Dave Gary. Detective Gary is terrified. He feels that the plan to steal the painting will be difficult to achieve, and even if it succeeds, the security guard who discovered the problem may expose him.

  He is very disturbed. Giorgi Sal licked his lips, "Can I have a cigarette?" "

   Jackson lights a cigarette and hands it to him.

   "Thank you." Giorgi Saar took a few puffs of cigarettes, his expression relaxed, "Because Detective Dave Gary is about to withdraw, the theft plan has to be put on hold, and the professor is very dissatisfied.

  So, the next best thing to do is to rob.

   The risk and difficulty of robbery are much lower, but the disadvantage is that you can't choose oil paintings, and what you grab is nothing.

  But Detective Dave Gary was still unwilling. He was worried that the policeman would expose him after the incident.

  Professor decided to kill the policeman in order to appease Detective Dave Gary. "

   Here we come, here we come, here comes the key point.

  Luke asked, "Is the policeman you mean Patrolman Jens Jauregui?"

"Yes."

   "Who killed him."

   "Mamba."

   "Is it a nickname?"

   "Yeah, I don't know her real name, only her code name is 'Mamba'."

   "Tell me about her situation."

   "We don't know each other very well, and we rarely mention each other's private affairs. I don't know her identity.

   I only know that she is black, and her height should be less than 170cm. She seldom speaks and is good at using firearms. All our weapons are kept by her. "

   "Where is she now?"

"I have no idea."

  The murderer described by Giorgi matches the back of the black woman seen by the witnesses. This black woman nicknamed "Mamba" is likely to be the murderer of Jens Jauregui.

  Luke lit another cigarette and handed it to Giorgi, "Recall carefully about this 'Mamba', this woman is very important.

   If you help us catch this woman, we'll help you too. "

   Giorgi thought for a while, "Mamba is not easy to get close to, very cold, and rarely speaks out on his own initiative.

   However, she has a very close relationship with 'Zorro', maybe 'Zorro' will know where she is? "

   "Zorro was also involved in the painting heist."

"Yes."

   "There are several accomplices in the oil painting robbery."

   "Five.

  Professor is the mastermind, planning and arranging the robbery by him.

  Detective Dave Gary is in charge of inquiring about the transportation time and route of the oil painting,

  Mamba is proficient in guns, and Zorro is good at picking locks.

  I'm just a nobody, acting as a lobbyist, responsible for contacting Detective Dave Gary.

  Professor never had direct contact with Detective Dave Galli, he was careful.

   Probably like this. "

   "Tell me about 'Zorro'."

Giorgi took a puff of a cigarette and looked at the roof of the warehouse. "He is a white man, tall and thin, with a hooked nose, and long hands and feet. The deepest impression he gave me was that his hands are beautiful, flexible, and able to change. Magic is also one of us who likes to talk the most.

   I guess he is probably a magician. "

  Luke said, "He told you?"

  "No, he accidentally slipped the tongue when we were talking, and he has a lot of magic props."

   "Do you know where he performed?"

   "I don't know, I guess it won't be a big place, at least I haven't seen him before, and I haven't heard of him. It should be an unknown little magician."

   "Where is he from?"

   "Sounds like the city of Los Angeles."

   "How old is he?"

   "Around 30 years old."

  Luke said to Jackson on the side, "Open the magician registration website and ask Georgi to help identify it.

  Focus on the investigation of registered magicians in the Los Angeles area, aged between 25 and 35. "

   "Good idea." Anthony smiled, pointing to Giorgi, "Don't say we didn't give you a chance.

   Want to walk out of this warehouse by myself and find that bastard, understand? "

"I see."

   Subsequently, under Jackson's supervision, Giorgi began to check the magician registration website, which had the photo, name, date of birth and magic tricks of the magician on it.

  Magic is a polarized industry with a high ceiling, such as star magician David Copperfield, who earns $60 million a year.

  The lower limit is low, some magicians who are not famous can only perform on the street, and their income is not stable.

   After about an hour, Giorgi raised his head, "Sir, if I found 'Zorro', would it be considered meritorious service?"

   Anthony replied, "Of course."

   "What's in it for me?"

   "We can turn you into a tainted witness and drastically shorten your sentence."

   Giorgi looks at Luke again.

  Luke also agreed, "He's right."

   "I found him." Giorgi took a deep breath and operated on the computer. The information on the magician turned a few pages forward. He pointed to a man named David Marko and said,

"it's him."

  Luke clicked on the detailed information, "Are you sure?"

   "Yes, that's him."

  The information includes his photo, age, magic tricks he is good at, and his registered address.

  However, this registered address is not the place of residence, but a bar named Melkerte.

  Luke wrote down the address, and said to Anthony beside him, "I'll leave it to you. I'll go to the Mercate Bar to investigate."

  Anthony rolled his eyes, "Go together, don't try to get rid of me."

   Luke glanced at his watch, "Then what are you waiting for?"

   Three o'clock in the afternoon.

  Luke and Anthony come to the Melkite Bar.

  At this time, there are not many customers in the bar, just a few tables sitting sporadically.

  Luke walked to the bar and scanned the surrounding environment and waiters.

  Anthony knocked on the bar and said to the bartender, "Two glasses of whiskey with ice."

  The bartender skillfully poured two glasses of wine and placed them in front of Luke and Anthony.

  Luke took a sip of his wine and pouted, "Has your bar always been this deserted?"

  The bartender said, "It's still early, if you come back a few hours later, I'm afraid you won't even be able to find a seat."

  Luke asked seemingly unintentionally, "Is there any show tonight?"

   "There is a resident singer tonight, you can order songs."

   "Is there a magic show?"

   “There are about two or three magic shows every month.”

   "Who is the magician?"

   "David." After saying the name, the bartender smiled, "Haha, it's not the David you thought, but David Marko."

   There is another chapter tonight.

  (end of this chapter)

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