Chapter 207: Greedy Request

The sound of the gunfight rang out from time to time not far away. For Americans, not to say it was common, but it could be considered nothing strange.

But even if they were familiar with such sounds, it didn't mean they wouldn't be afraid. Perhaps because they knew the power of guns better, they understood the principle of leaving the battle location as soon as possible.

The road the tinkerer took, besides the straight road without lights that made the few people following him feel terrified, most of the passages still had the most basic lighting. This was a gospel for the crowd walking through the warehouse area at night.

Especially since it sounded like they were moving away from the gunfight, which made people feel relieved. However, the few people following him weren't all blind followers; there were individuals with different ideas, which was why they followed the tinkerer.

Seeing that the few people had walked a considerable distance, although they hadn't left the warehouse area yet, it should be safe. A middle-aged Black man stopped the tinkerer and said: "Hey, brother, wait."

"What's the matter?" The tinkerer stopped and answered.

"Look, our employer was stabbed by you to the cops, making us not know who to ask for today's remuneration. Accompanied you to perform a surgery, it was tiring, and worried and afraid, can't there be a damn return?"

The Black man's tone was fast and broken, but it wasn't to the point where the tinkerer couldn't understand. Even the meaning in the words he understood, wasn't it just a matter of money.

The tinkerer didn't say a word, threw one of the bags of money in front of the crowd, and said: "You divide this bag of money yourselves, I don't care about the rest. No one has seen me, understand?"

The Black man who spoke smiled, said: "Hey, brother, you are on the road. We naturally know what should be said and what shouldn't be said."

At the same time as answering, this middle-aged Black man was also the first to pounce on the money bag, pull the zipper, and look at the harvest.

With the first one, the others who just wanted to escape also surrounded the money bag one after another, wanting to share the spoils.

They agreed to assist in this surgery, wasn't it for money. Can't compete with the chief surgeon for the big head, can't they ask to share the harvest equally with others?

So whether they were bold or timid, after seeing the money, they wanted to sit on the ground and divide the spoils.

From this point, it could be seen that they didn't have much experience in this kind of thing. Where was the reason for not finding a safe place before dividing the spoils, it was just that the white money was in front, confusing everyone's mind.

Just when everyone was happily taking a roll, taking a roll. Everyone was staring at who got the larger denomination of money, so that the other party could take less. A group of police raised their guns, surrounded from the front and back, and shouted: "LAPD! Everyone don't move!"

For a time, everyone who was dividing money on the spot didn't know what to do, just staring at the police.

They held the money rolls they got in their hands, reluctant to put them down; there was a large bag of money on the ground that hadn't been divided, reluctant to run. The result was being surrounded tightly by the police, unable to run.

Only then did they remember, wasn't there one person who didn't divide the money. Why didn't he remind everyone?

Turning to look for him, the tinkerer's figure was long gone... They were abandoned.

Immediately, someone shouted: "There is one more person! There is one more person who ran away." Among them, the middle-aged Black man who asked for money first shouted the loudest.

The police weren't polite either. A group of people were still wearing clothes with blood stains, there was stolen money on the ground and in their arms, even if it had nothing to do with Andrew Saxon's case, there must be problems behind them. Naturally, they were handcuffed first.

The police who handcuffed this group of people, while suppressing this group of people who were unwilling to be arrested, said: "Don't worry, no matter who it is, he can't escape the police's encirclement.

"They are all intellectuals, don't need me to read the Miranda warning, right? You can understand your rights, right? Or do you want everyone to go through the formal process?"

It was just that the police at the scene weren't just one, and there were old birds who couldn't watch the suspects being teased, directly saying the complete Miranda warning. The content was nothing more than "You have the right to remain silent." etc.

This kind of thing didn't need to be declared to the suspects one by one, as long as someone said it at the arrest scene, it was assumed that everyone knew it.

Not listening carefully, not concentrating, this was the scope of mental illness, not the police's responsibility.

In the United States, being sentenced to mental hospital confinement, don't think that you can be at large and live a normal life like nothing happened.

Instead, you are locked in a mental hospital until you die, which is a life sentence directly, and the result is more terrible. Even if you weren't really crazy at first, you would be driven crazy by the end.

It was just that among the people caught, there were a few who were unwilling, shouting the tinkerer's name desperately. However, they only knew the word "Fixman," and didn't know the real name.

Besides, there were enough people in the police action this time, so they could naturally divide the work. Other suspects on the run were handed over to others to handle, they only needed to take care of the people they caught.

So things weren't like what the middle-aged old Black thought, being able to transfer most of the attention from them to the tinkerer who ran away, so that the police could spare most of the manpower to hunt down, which would be convenient for them to break free and escape.

Besides, there was so much money on the ground, as long as these were proven to be illegal gains, they could be confiscated by the police station and become part of the police station's bonus pool.

By then, case-solving bonuses, incentive bonuses, wouldn't they all be hung on various names, used as benefits for police officers, making everyone divide the money until they smiled.

Who said that the Great United States of America didn't have legal money laundering channels. This kind of money laundering method just meant the money couldn't return to the original owner, but these black money would become legal on the spot.

As long as the people who took the bonus didn't forget to pay taxes, these money would no longer be invisible. Of course, if there were counterfeit money, they had to pick it out.

As for this kind of extra income, if the FBI people were smart, they wouldn't fight with the LAPD people.

Because the credit for this big fish, Andrew Saxon, was given to the FBI. If they didn't give the police below a little sweetness, who would be willing to support them with manpower in the future.

And the tinkerer who disappeared from the scene, after confirming that there were no witnesses around, used super speed to run early. Never mind the FBI and LAPD setting up a dragnet, even closed buildings couldn't stop him from opening the wall.

Previously followed by a group of people, he couldn't use super speed, so he had to reluctantly take them through the gap in the police encirclement.

The police encirclement seemed tight, but the scope of the warehouse area was too large, and before they really closed, there was still a gap that could be drilled out. As long as the action was fast, there was a chance to escape.

Unexpectedly, they opened their mouths to ask for money, the tinkerer didn't feel distressed at all, and threw a bag of money out. Transferred their attention, exchanged for a result that was more trouble-free for himself, why not do it.

Don't just think about throwing away half of the remuneration, whether it was earned or lost. From the beginning, the tinkerer didn't think there would be this income. And this was still black money that couldn't see the light, how to use it was also a problem.

So giving it was giving it, escaping successfully was the most important thing. Whether the money was more or less, the tinkerer really didn't care.