People usually think that the investigation results of special units are more accurate than the police. Some words that are often bragged are, "As long as they think, you know how many times you have urinated in bed when you were a child." However, it is impossible to know, because even the respondents don't know how many times they have urinated in bed when they were a child, and his parents won't find a small notebook to remember, so there is no data in the world that accurately describes this matter.

The fact is that the police's investigation results are often more accurate because they lack privileges and have to be supervised. Waningly tampering with reports is not much benefit and has to pay a high price.

But departments like fib and cai are different. As long as any report is written with the word "confidential", it means that the reader population quickly shrinks to one percent. However, this one percent needs to read 200 percent reports... So they don't have the time or energy to thoroughly figure out and verify each report, and the content of the report itself is unreliable.

This means that the cost of fraud is quite low.

Therefore, the two investigation reports eventually became "the crash caused by the fatigue of the agent's driving" and "the robbers possessed infantry firepower positions to support weapons (simply to say, heavy machine guns), and we will never be able to fight to the death."

What? You said this is shirking responsibility? It does not exist! This is the courage to take responsibility!

****

"Our agent, sorry I can't name him. He is an ordinary patriot, just like you, like me!" In internal review, Hines said so affectionately. "Before carrying out the mission, he had worked for seventy-two hours in a row! It was beyond the physiological limit of human beings, and the crash was not his fault. As for why? Because we do not have enough manpower, our country is facing great threats at all times!

The Middle East, Chaoxian, Russia, Planting Flowers, Oumeng... Our enemies are all over the world! He did not hold on and died at his job in the end. I expressed my deep mood about this. But as the saying goes, no one knows our name, our achievements will last forever, and we are fearless of sacrifice!

But, I mean, however! How many such tragedies will happen to be enough?! How many young people will have to pay their lives to awaken the conscience in your heart? I sincerely call on all members to support fib in such a world full of threats, and in the face of danger of the United States, we need to expand! Expand! and expansion!"

"Wait a minute..." A member of parliament slapped the table, "In this country, one person is serving the fib! You actually told me that there is still a shortage of staff? And what we are reviewing today is the problem of helicopters! I will reiterate that it is a problem of a special helicopter worth 21,000,000!"

"But life is priceless! Two of our agents sacrificed their country and four were seriously injured. You actually talked to me about helicopters! You are still not an American!" Hines showed off his good cards in his hands.

If you make a comeback on the fib side, then the same side of cai is the same.

Chief cai directly lifted the broken car to the conference table and did a detailed contrast treatment, accurately fixing the debris at the moment of explosion, to prove how "tragic" the situation was at that time!

Then the chief of cai touched the front of the car and delivered a speech about "The robbers use heavy machine guns, but we can only rely on 5mm bulletproof boards". Now the robbers' weapons are so cruel, but our equipment is in a state of seriousness. This is not possible, comrades...

This is easier to do, and he won an order for 20,000 armored vehicles for a car company in one fell swoop.

You say .45 pistol bullet? Thompson water splash gun? What does not exist are obviously the m2 heavy machine gun and the "Tao" anti-tank missile!

...

In short, this matter has passed like this, and the investigation and truth are a distance of 108,000 miles away.

But sometimes the truth does not bring a penny of benefits, but the fake ones can bring well... I count, Mike 7 million, Rock Taylor Martin 2 million, and casualties compensation of 470,000... a total of 9.47 million US dollars of benefits!

Just a purple sauce.

****

Chen Yan left quietly halfway, and he had to explain to Leicester about the quality of Thompson... This old gun broke after just one drum?! Can you Americans still make good things? I guess Leicester knew that he had to go crazy. The original version with complete accessories he bought for a lot of money was not for use.

That's faith!

Lao Mai continued to drive forward.

He drove for several hours before he arrived at a manor-style villa outside Los Angeles. When he saw the owner of the manor, Devan Weston. Fib, would never take the stolen money from Cai from Mike. This matter must be through the intermediary, Devan Weston was playing this role. However, this person is not a person controlled by Fib, he should be considered a partner of Fib... or just a partner of Hines.

Because he is very rich, although Chen Yan's current market value is hundreds of millions, he and Lao Mai are not as rich and powerful as this person.

Devan Weston owns private jets, villas, countless houses, a large number of cars, and many companies. He has been involved in many industries, has deep foundations, and even several smuggling channels in any country. He only holds cash in his hands and is useless. The bank says he dies when he dies. Only those who hold many industries, hire a considerable number of workers, and binds interests with the consortium can live a prosperous life.

What's more, Devan Weston is closely tied to the most decayed part of the country, but he likes to do evil... 7 million is not worth mentioning to this person, and he lets the money go into clean money and hand it over to fib, which has nothing to do with the drug trafficking money of Cai.

This is the person Mike wants to meet.

When Lao Mai came here, he had to go through half a dozen bodyguards to question and look at him. After being allowed, he had to walk in the manor for ten minutes before he could see the owner. The whole process was like meeting the king... This kind of bare-skinned display of wealth would make 99% of the Americans feel envious from the bottom of their hearts.

Just like Franklin envied Lao Mai's big house at the time, that was a normal reaction... However, Lao Mai would not. Unlike many ambitious people, Mike was very content to climb from the bottom to now. He had long felt that he had obtained too much, and not being greedy was his advantage.

****

"Devon Weston", the rich man was playing mobile games outdoors. After seeing Lao Mai, he smiled and wanted to fight with him.

However, after Lao Mai recognized this person last time, the person involved in the interrogation was the one in front of him. Devan Weston and Fib were mixed up more deeply than expected.

Therefore, Lao Mai didn't want to deal with this person at all. "Yes, I remember you, a part-time interrogator." Seeing that Defan had no intention of reaching out to take the kraft paper bag (he might be worried about being photographed and leaving evidence), Lao Mai threw the paper bag at Defan's feet and sarcastically said, "The broker's caution, ha." Then he planned to leave directly.

But just as he turned around and left, Defan called him with great interest. "Hey, man, we're not done yet. I have an errand here for you. How about stealing five top-notch cars for me? I'll make a fortune! Brother." His attitude was like a rich man who stopped in front of a beggar and asked, "Is the garbage delicious? I'll give you money, can you perform another performance to eat garbage?" He was determined to win.

Lao Mai didn't want to deal with such a person or offend him, so he responded casually, "It sounds good, I can introduce someone to help you..." Anyway, there are many humanities who want to make such money, and they don't care about anything else.

"No, no," Defan refused repeatedly, "I don't want others, I just want you and your team to help me do this. I want the best." Although he wanted the top luxury car, he liked the feeling of being a god-like manipulation of others.

"I don't care what you want! Soft-legged chicken!" Lao Mai exploded, "I will help you pass the news to those who are interested. As for anything else, don't bother me, Fark Squid!" Lao Mai turned around and wanted to leave again.

"Hi, hey~ man, what do you like? Tell me what you are interested in?" The more Lao Mai refused, the more interested Defan was. Anyway, rich people like them have nothing to play. "Do you like rugby? I invested in a team; do you like stocks? I can invest in you; everything has exchange conditions, and you will get yours, ok?"

"I just like to sit on the sofa and watch old movies." Old Mai faced tits.

I have no desires and no desires, what you said is bullshit to me!

However, Devan is very good at taking advantage of the situation, "Ah, great hobby, how about this? I can introduce you to Solomon Richard!"

"Bad..." Lao Mai showed an incredible and obviously heart-warming expression. "You are talking about that Solomon Richard? Senior film producer? The one who has made several super movies? I am a huge fan of him!"

"Oh! It's him! He's going to retire, I'll help him do financial management on the set and other things...things. How about this transaction?" Defan showed a successful expression. Everyone has flaws. Yes, anyone. "I'll introduce it to him, and you personally help me with this transaction, and we'll complete the transaction?"

"Cheng" Lao Mai seemed to be hesitating, but suddenly he changed his mouth, "Take a fart! Farke squid!"

Mike simply put a middle finger on his finger! Then he turned around and left! This time no matter who called him, he would not look back... He picked up the phone and dialed it, and the sound was loud enough for Defan and others to hear it clearly. "Hey, Richard, I just heard a fool say that he is very familiar with you, and then I thought we haven't contacted each other for a long time. Are you okay?"

"Mike? Mike DiSanta? God, how can I forget you, my number one fan! Hi, brother, I've been in some trouble recently, can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, but you know, business is business..."

Mike left the manor by phone, leaving behind a group of people with hot faces.

Mike DeSanta is already a well-known producer in Hollywood.
Chapter completed!