Chapter 379: 380. Chapter 375: Finding Clues

380. Chapter 375: Finding Clues

Allen tried his best not to let any abnormality appear on his face.

Just now, when he was inside, Elvin told him that there was still an undercover agent in the family, and it was even possible that they were right by his side.

During this period, about fifteen people had been to the temporary warehouse, and now that the temporary warehouse had been discovered, the problem very likely originated from these fifteen people.

Deruixi was one of the second batch of their own people; everyone had done life-threatening things together, plus Lanse treated them very well and never lacked their money or status, so they basically wouldn't actively defect to Officer Lukaer.

People like Allen, the captain, also had their identities checked clearly, so they wouldn't mess around.

The ones who finally had suspicions were only eleven people.

This egg-hurting number meant that among the people under Allen's hand, there was a 3/11 probability of an undercover agent.

All three were his best friends; whether it was Benuo or others, he really didn't want the problem to appear on his side.

But now, he had to be vigilant and start paying attention to these people.

The group walked out, and just happened to have two guys wearing baseball caps walk in from outside.

Benuo stayed on their faces quickly, and then revealed some smiles.

The two also revealed smiles to them; after all, it was a particularly hot squad recently. Benuo noticed that one of the baseball caps had some splashed bloodstains, and he didn't know what they had done outside.

Everyone knew each other, said hello, and left separately.

Standing at the door, Benuo turned to look at the two pushing open Lanse's office, as well as Elvin who closed the door casually.

He turned his head and continued to walk out with Allen.

In the office, the two young men handed the kraft paper bag in their hands to Lanse, and by the way, talked about the whole process of them solving Officer Lukaer.

After listening carefully, Lanse praised them appreciatively, "Very excellent decision, much more excellent than I imagined!"

"You didn't use firearms, you used baseball bats that can be seen everywhere. For the superior, although the nature of the case is bad, the criminal means dropped by two intensities, which can also make the coincidence look more real."

"Go to Meiluo's side to collect your bonus, and take a rest for these two days."

The two young men put down the things and left with smiles on their faces, hooking shoulders and backs. Getting rid of Officer Lukaer at least allowed them to get a bonus of more than two thousand dollars.

With this money, they could be dashing for a long time!

In the room, Lanse unpacked the kraft bag and poured all those things onto the desktop.

"Wallet.", he opened the wallet and took a look; there was about thirty-something dollars in cash, as well as some change.

He poured the money out, checked it, and there was a photo in the wallet; it looked like an old photo, not very similar to Officer Lukaer, it should be someone like his parents.

Inside was his driver's license, vehicle certificate, and his police badge.

Lanse actually quite liked this police badge; the Federal Government obviously used its heart when making the police badges for law enforcement departments.

Above was the eagle representing the Federation, below was a triangular shield, and above was the full name of the Hazardous Materials Administration.

In the middle were two dolphins surrounding the crossed double swords representing law enforcement power, and above the double swords was the balance representing law and fairness and justice.

Finally, it was the agent's level, as well as the agent's number.

The difficulty of forging such a police badge was actually not low, so it was a security mark itself.

However, this also caused the current situation of someone impersonating it, and there were definitely more than one person.

Besides this, there were a few keys, a pistol, a spare magazine, and a notebook.

He picked it up and glanced at it, then put it back; it had no value, it was all written in code.

The combination of a large number of letters and numbers made people dizzy at a glance; without any reference, even a code master couldn't crack it, not to mention there was no code master here.

Things were all placed here. Lanse put his ten fingers together like a spire, "There is nothing we want; it might be in his office or at home."

He picked and chose among the keys and made a classification, putting two of them aside, "This looks like it should be the key to his home, the front door and the garage."

Then there were a few other keys, "These look like smaller specifications, very much like the keys to file cabinets or drawers; they should be his office's."

Besides these, there was another key, which looked slightly different; it didn't look like an ordinary key, a bit "out of the group."

"I can't tell this; I'll ask someone when the time comes."

Lanse picked up the phone and dialed Pang Da's number, "Go to the old place in a while; I have something I need you to do."

"I know...", Pang Da hung up the phone immediately. Although he had started to accept such a life, when Lanse's phone called his desk, he was still a bit uneasy.

Lanse put these keys together after separating them, and sent other garbage into the trash heap.

More than half an hour later, Pang Da got off work from the Hazardous Materials Administration. He drove the car and didn't go home directly, but went to a roadside restaurant he often went to.

He chose a position further inside, ate for a while after the food was served, and stood up to walk toward the toilet.

He didn't go to the toilet, but left directly from the back door and came to the back alley.

Lanse's car was right here.

The operator of this restaurant was an Imperial person, so the boss was very cooperative.

Pang Da pulled open the car door and sat in the car, "Mr. Lanse, you'd better not call me directly; in case I don't answer, and the person answering the phone is someone familiar with you, I might be exposed!"

After Lanse finished listening, he nodded, "You are very right; next time I call you, you say banana first."

"If you say this word, I will know it's you, and I will speak; otherwise, I won't speak."

"Good... okay!", Pang Da had no way to deal with this, "Is there anything you need me to do today?"

"If you are asking about Officer Lukaer's matter, I don't know very well; he might still have undercover agents, but I don't know who it is; I haven't heard him mention it."

He also heard that Lanse had another warehouse checked.

He thought Lanse called him out to ask about this; he didn't want to intervene. Now he and Lisa's life was very happy, and he didn't want to be disturbed by others.

Lanse took out a bunch of keys and handed them over.

He looked at Lanse and didn't quite understand. Lanse explained, "This is the key to Officer Lukaer's office, as well as the keys to those cabinets of his. Try to go over and see if there is anything of value."

"This undercover agent definitely couldn't have no records at all; he must have recorded it in some place, maybe it's a note, or maybe it's a file."

"See if you can find it, and then bring it out."

Pang Da looked at the keys in his hand and couldn't believe it, "You stole it from him?"

"You are really crazy; if he finds out the keys are gone, he will definitely go crazy!"

Lanse didn't speak, just looked at him in the car.

It was very dark here, but his eyes were very bright, reflecting the cold light in the night.

Being stared at by Lanse's eyes, Pang Da gradually held his breath, and his expression also became somewhat terrified!

"Don't tell me..."

Lanse interrupted his words, "You will know; now your work is to bring out some suspicious things, or things I am interested in."

Senior agents all had their own independent offices, and they weren't in the lobby, which meant that as long as he sneaked in, no one would find out.

Although there was a bit of risk, Pang Da had a reason he couldn't refuse.

He was silent, as if using silence to resist Lanse's request.

Lanse hugged his shoulder and patted it, "We are friends; I won't harm you, right?"

"Look, you have already made a few contributions; if I give you some more intelligence, is it possible for you to move up a bit?"

"Pang Da, you are not alone anymore; think about yourself, think about Lisa; I heard she is pregnant?"

Mentioning his wife, Pang Da's expression changed somewhat; he was somewhat embarrassed, and even somewhat hateful!

In the end, he sighed heavily, "If they find out about me..."

"I will help you get rid of the crime; if you really lose this job because of me, I will find you another decent job."

"Pang Da, we are friends; friends won't sit idly by and watch their friends' lives be unsatisfactory!"

Two minutes later, Pang Da returned to the restaurant with a heavy heart; he quickly cleaned up the remaining food and then pushed the door and left.

He drove back to the Hazardous Materials Administration; the guard didn't feel strange about his return, as there were people on duty and working here at night.

And bars were mostly open after dark, so there were quite a few people working here at night. The guard just glanced at him and took back his gaze; he adjusted the radio loudly again, and it was playing a vulgar story, which made his blood boil!

Officer Lukaer's office was on the fourth floor; most other offices were on the second and third floors, and Pang Da's own desk was in the lobby on the third floor, with many people together.

He came directly to the fourth floor from the stairs; the corridor was quiet.

Many ordinary administrative offices had already closed their doors; these offices didn't need to work night shifts.

He found Officer Lukaer's office and opened the door here very easily with the keys in his hand.

The moment he entered here, the heart he was holding was let go.

At the same time, he also began to have some curiosity—curiosity about what kind of strange things were in this senior agent's office?

Probing into other people's privacy was always an evil thought that humans couldn't erase in their bones; he sat in Officer Lukaer's chair, leaned back, and Lanse's promise appeared in his mind inadvertently.

He also had the opportunity to become a senior agent, have his own office, and the people in the lobby would listen to his orders and command!

At the same time, Lanse's motorcade arrived at the community where Officer Lukaer lived; there was a luxury sedan leading the way, plus Lanse showed his credentials, and the guard let him in quickly.

He tidied up his attire and looked at Elvin, "Do I look like an agent now?"

Elvin tried to hold back his laughter, "Extremely like!"

The weather was so hot, wearing a formal suit, only these "people with status" would do so.

He walked outside Officer Lukaer's house and pressed the doorbell.

"Coming!"

A cheerful voice came from inside, and the door opened quickly. The smile on the hostess's face immediately became somewhat vigilant, "I don't know you; who are you looking for?"

Lanse showed Officer Lukaer's police badge and quickly took it back; he was wearing a soft felt hat.

The light emitted by the dim yellow light bulb above the front door was blocked by the hat; the light shot from inside the door could only illuminate his chin.

"I am Officer Lukaer's colleague; he asked me to come over to help him take a few things, in his study."

Upon hearing this, the hostess relaxed, "He said there was no action tonight."

Although she couldn't see Lanse's face, she could see the smile on the lower part of Lanse's face, "You know, emergency missions, it's always like this."

The hostess suddenly realized that it was not good to talk at the door, so she hurriedly let Lanse in, "How should I address you?"

"John, just call me John."

She stood by the door, "Give me the hat and coat; I'll help you hang them up."

Lanse shook his head, "No, I'll be leaving soon, so I won't do that."

The hostess was very enthusiastic and very polite, "I'll get you some water, coffee, or juice?"

"Really don't need it, thank you very much for your hospitality, but I'll be leaving soon...", he paused, "Can you lead me to the study?"

The hostess nodded hurriedly, "Of course, please come with me."

While walking, she asked, "I don't want to inquire about his affairs; I just want to know... when can you finish?"

"Is there something very urgent?"

The hostess's face was slightly red, but she didn't say it; it wasn't that she didn't trust this John.

He could be trusted by Officer Lukaer and could be entrusted by Officer Lukaer to come home to take things; he must be someone with a very good relationship.

It was just that she hoped that the first person to know this news besides her was her husband, so she smiled.

Lanse already had some guesses; he didn't say it out, "I will tell him."

The two came to a room door, and she pushed it open, "This is the study; if there is anything, call me at any time; I'll be in the living room!"

"He doesn't like me entering his study very much, so I might not be able to help!"

"It's okay, I'll do it myself!"

Lanse entered the room, and the moment he closed the door and turned around, he was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh.

In Officer Lukaer's study, there was a huge blackboard; Lanse's photo was nailed in the middle, and around it were photos and introductions of many other people, and then connected with lines of different colors.

There were also scattered documents on the table, mostly reports about the Lanse family.

On the wall hung a New Jincheng map that had been drawn with many circles, especially the Imperial District, which had many marks, among which several places had already circled several of Lanse's warehouses.

He had been analyzing!

Lanse picked up a piece of material casually; it listed the locations of Lanse's sealed bars, and then according to the statements of some guests, obtained the supply interval time.

Then he used these interval times to infer where the warehouse might be.

From the map, he had circled correctly, but in reality, the city was very large; a small circle here was a large area on the map.

Although the Hazardous Materials Administration had its own judicial office, it was impossible to approve search warrants without limit.

So even if he had guesses, in the end, it could only be a guess.

He noticed that these sealed bars had different characteristics.

Some of the sealed bars only had news clippings nailed on them, but several of the sealed bars had handwritten notes nailed on them with thumbtacks.

Seeing these, Lanse had a guess; perhaps the previous bars being sealed were not operated by his people.

Only the subsequent bars being sealed were contacted by him personally with the undercover agent, and the intelligence obtained.

He took these notes off the blackboard and put them into a kraft paper bag.

Then he turned around, searched roughly, didn't find any safes or the like, and returned to the chair behind the desk.

The things in the drawer were messy and had no great value; he looked at them for a few seconds and chose a few documents written neatly and written sloppily to put into the file bag.

These would be compared with those notes to confirm whether the notes were written by Officer Lukaer himself or by the undercover agent.

After doing these, after scanning a circle, and thinking there was no problem, he opened the door again.

The hostess was walking toward him with coffee, somewhat stunned to see him coming out from inside, "I thought it would take a while; taste the coffee I made?"

It was hard to refuse, so Lanse smiled and took a sip, "Very delicious; that guy Officer Lukaer is really enviable!"

The hostess smiled very happily, "You are too complimentary!"

Lanse took two more sips and put the coffee cup back, "Thank you for your hospitality, but I really have to leave."

She put the tray down and took the initiative to lead Lanse toward the outside.

Lanse stood at the door, pinching his hat with one hand, "Goodbye, ma'am."

"Goodbye, Mr. John."

Watching John get into the car, she took back her gaze.

It was very strange to say that she didn't have any deep impression of this Mr. John; she only knew he was very polite and easy to talk to, but his appearance was blurred.

From the time he came in until he left, he didn't take off his hat.

What a strange person!

Sitting in the car, Lanse took off his hat and smoothed his hair, "Go to the Imperial Branch."

The driver changed the route quickly, and the car quickly merged into the traffic again and disappeared.

Twenty-something minutes later, Lanse appeared in Branch Chief Bulu's office; interestingly, he was sitting in Branch Chief Bulu's seat, while Branch Chief Bulu was sitting in the seat that should have been for visitors.

"Is there a handwriting expert here?"

"The kind that can identify whether the handwriting was written by the same person."

From more than thirty years ago, the Federation had already used handwriting trace evidence as valid court evidence, but at that time, the identification of this evidence developed very slowly, and there were not many people who could do identification.

In fact, there were not many now either; there were four handwriting identification experts in the entire Likai State, but fortunately, New Jincheng had one, who was a consultant for the City Police Department... ===== CHAPTER 380 =====