This time Evanson repaired the magic circle he had returned home. Otherwise, he would not have found the person who would have carpooled him back to New York.

It was sent back to the basement of his home. As soon as he arrived, Evanson heard a noise upstairs, and it seemed that many people were talking.

Oh? Is this the business in the store today, and so many people came at once? Could it be that a foreign tour group came over and wanted to feel the feudal superstition of American imperialism? Evanson immediately put the two large wooden boxes in his hand on the ground and ran upstairs excitedly. He thought that if this was a foreign tour group, he would probably be able to sell a lot of things today, and maybe he could even raise the price and make a big profit.

"Oh, Shet." Evanson ran upstairs and found that there were a lot of people, probably about ten, but most of them were policemen in uniforms. Several of the leaders in plain clothes were still arguing with salads, and even set up a blockade line not far from the store.

Evanson was displeased at the time and walked over and shouted loudly, "What are you doing? Do you still let people do business? How can my customers come in like this?"

"Even if we are not here, you don't seem to have customers, Mr. Richter." This was a man who walked over, speaking English with a British accent, and he seemed to know Evanson as he heard what he meant.

When Evanson looked closely, he was really an acquaintance. This was the last time he shared a car with him, but he escaped the fare by him. So Evanson smiled and said, "Who are you? I don't know you at all."

Isn’t it just that you have escaped the fare of more than ten yuan? As for taking such a big fight to get the bill? This even brought the police to the store and blocked it. The police station consultant is amazing? Can the police station consultant do whatever he wants?!

"Your reaction is similar to what I thought." Sherlock Holmes wore a gray suit on the upper body today, but the collar of the shirt inside was unbuttoned and there was no tie. The lower body was paired with brown pants, which always gave people a sloppy feeling. And he seemed not surprised by Evanson's turn against each other. "But I'm not here to pursue your escaping fare today, so you don't have to pretend you don't know me."

Evanson frowned and said in confusion, "What fare, what pretend you don't know? I have no idea what you are talking about." Humph, want to cheat me? Just you? I have practiced it with Nick Fury long ago!

"Look, I beat Watson." But Holmes was not angry at all, but turned around and said to his partner with a slight show of flaunting. "This guy's reaction is the same as what I said."

Today Watson was wearing a black windbreaker and a knitted hat on his head. The buttons on her clothes were tightly buckled, giving people a clean, neat and conservative feeling. This style just happened to be completely opposite to Holmes. "I didn't expect his skin... Cough... It seems that I still have a lot to learn."

At this time, a white man in his trench coat, who looked like he was in his forties or fifties, came over and lit up the police badge at Evanson. "I am Superintendent Grayson, this is Detective Bell." He also introduced a black policeman next to him in plain clothes. The latter also flirted with his suit and lit up the police badge he held on his waist.

Grayson continued, "We are here today mainly to investigate a case, and it has nothing to do with anything else. I hope you can cooperate with us, Mr. Richter."

"Case?" Evanson was a little confused and walked to the counter and sat on the chair, put his legs on the counter. "What case can I have here? I am a law-abiding citizen and pay taxes on time." Evanson felt that as long as I pay taxes on time in the United States, nothing else could be considered a big deal.

"We have a suspect missing nearby," said Grayson.

"Suspect? Who?" Evanson asked.

"Hakon, the leader of the Marana Triangle Gang." Grayson looked at Evanson and said, "He is an extremely dangerous gangster and has been charged with multiple felony crimes including murder, so I hope you can cooperate."

The reason why Grayson revealed the prisoner's situation was to make Evanson understand the danger and importance of the prisoner and let him actively cooperate with the police's actions. There was no way, the search warrant was reported to the district inspection, but it has not been approved yet, so unless Evanson agreed, he could not search the small shop.

"Marana Triangle Gang?" Evanson thought for a moment, "is those messy gangsters with tattoos on their faces?"

"That's right." Grayson nodded.

"What does this have to do with me? I don't know anything about Hakon at all." Evanson said the truth. He never looked down on those gangsters who do street business.

"There was a gang war last night. The Marana Triangle Gang fought with several gangs at the same time. In the end, their people were disbanded and Hakon fled here." At this time, Holmes took the words and looked at Evanson with a particularly interesting look. "According to witnesses, he climbed through the window and got into your store, and never came out again."

If there is a way in heaven, you don’t go, and there is no way in hell, you actually go through the window? Evanson contempts a half-second of silence for the gang leader, then his own men glance at it, and Dumen, who has been standing in the corner, touches his round belly.

Now Evanson knows that there will never be Hakon in this world anymore. So he started to tease these policemen. "You guys are really good. They don't work hard with taxpayers' money. But the gangsters have exchanged fire every day in the past few days. How are they in New York going in chaos? But you are cowardly at home and don't dare to care. Now they are harassing a legal citizen. What a coward."

"You said you were a coward?" Grayson's face turned dark after Evanson's words. He moved his windbreaker and revealed a medal that was tied inside.

"Oh...the first-class defender's medal." Evanson's eyes were known to him because he knew that medal. This medal was different from others. It was recently specially made and was only given to the police who fought bravely in the New York War.

"Under the fearless General Ross, I fought to the death with the damn Chitari people in New York City." When Grayson said this, his face still had a hint of reverence, but then it became gloomy. "I am not afraid of those alien gangsters, are I afraid of these gangsters?"

Grayson felt so sad. He pushed everything in this world to the police, but who knows how difficult it is for the police? The FBI will always intervene in any major case and take away all important clues. Can this police solve the case quickly? There are also gangsters and policemen, but those bastards, all automatic rifle grenade launchers, can even mount light and heavy machine guns, which is more powerful than the special police force! This makes us very helpless.

"Why are the gangsters in chaos? Do you don't know the reason?" Sherlock Holmes suddenly asked Evanson at this time.

"How could I know?" Evanson was wondering why the gangsters ran around like chicken blood during this period.

"A month and a half ago, General Guiba of the Golden Triangle suddenly died suddenly, and the entire Golden Triangle was in a mess. The gangsters who regarded it as a source of goods could not enter the goods at all. At the same time, the Three-Eyed Poison Emperor in South America seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and cut off the supply in several states in the United States. Although the informant said that these goods were bought by a big buyer, they did not flow to the market at all."

"So...there is, there are not many goods in the gangsters in New York. They are furious and just to grab each other's goods?" Evanson was stunned for a long time before he finished these words. It seemed that the root cause of the chaos in New York was.
Chapter completed!