Chapter 110 Colonel Norman Jangles

After typing today's report on the computer, Jack stretched and was about to get off work. Tim hurried past him and motioned to follow him.

The two walked into a small lounge, and John and others were already waiting.

Tim closed the door and got straight to the point: "We're in big trouble. That facial recognition application triggered the LA law enforcement conflict prevention system, and the source pointed to the CIA."

John's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face, "Why does the CIA care about the counterfeit money case?"

"This matter is more serious than we imagined. If it is the CIA, it involves national security issues. Are we sure we want to continue the investigation?"

Nila looked at everyone and gave a stern warning.

Tim obviously did not intend to give up: "I promised Mitch that I would find the murderer of Joe. Joe was once a soldier and served his country loyally. He should not die inexplicably like this."

"Then proceed with caution. Do you think, if it is the CIA, when they find that pressure from above is ineffective, which one of us will come to trouble us?"

Before Jack finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on John.

"Why me?" John felt that he was being underestimated. With so many people present, he seemed the easiest to bully?

Lucy raised her fingers: "Jack has already resigned and will go to the FBI soon. Tim has just become the superintendent and has the highest position among us. Angela is now a police detective and Nila is from the DEA." For those who took the initiative to be transferred back to work as patrol officers, the governor personally awarded her medals, so..."

"Then there's still you?" John asked strangely.

"Where do you think Lucy sleeps every night these days?" Angela shrugged, dropped the question, and left the room laughing with everyone, leaving behind Lucy, Tim, who looked a little embarrassed, and John who suddenly understood.

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Just before 11 o'clock in the evening, someone knocked on the door of John's house.

John opened the door, and standing at the door was the black man who had disguised himself as a security company maintenance worker during the day.

"Hey, man, we gotta talk." At this point, his accent no longer had that funny rap tone.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Seeing John standing there, a friendly smile appeared on the black man's face.

"Why don't you tell me who you are first?" John stared at him with vigilance in his eyes.

"At least now, I'm your friend, and you should be happy because you don't want to be my enemy."

Although this guy always smiled, the threat in his tone was not so friendly.

"Now, it's time to invite me in." The black man said commanding words in a calm tone.

John said nothing and stepped aside.

"Your house has been nicely renovated. Did the guy who is about to join the FBI help you do it?"

The black man's attitude was relaxed, and he looked around like a guest who came to visit.

John put on a posture of resistance that he would not accept your trick: "I know your tricks. Come in and look around, and reveal some private information intentionally or unintentionally, as if you have the initiative. It's very good. Then tell me, you Who is it?"

"You can call me Colonel Norman Jangles."

"But aren't you from the CIA?" John directly revealed the other party's identity.

"It's just a name and it means nothing. My team hides in the shadows and does things that won't be acknowledged."

explained the black man who called himself Colonel Norman Jangles.

"Then why did you come to me?" John asked knowingly.

Colonel Norman Jangles looked serious, took a step forward, looked directly into John's eyes, and spoke every word.

"I'm warning you, and your police buddies, stop meddling in this matter. You actually want to search for my information in the system. It's a big mistake. You won't find anything. I hope this is your last time. Be stupid."

John frowned, not backing down from the threat.

"We just want to know who killed Joe Delacuzzi."

"who?"

Colonel Norman Jangles suddenly realized: "You mean the tramp? Why?"

John felt that he couldn't keep up with this guy's thinking: "Why? He is a human being, a retired soldier, and he serves the country."

"Stop, did you make something wrong?"

Colonel Norman Jangles sounded confused, making it unclear whether he was pretending.

"We are on the same side, you, me and that Joe you mentioned. We are all beautiful Chinese."

"We are making sacrifices for the benefit of this country every moment. And my team and I, our business is just more global."

John interrupted his impassioned speech: "So you can kill people at will?"

Colonel Norman Jangles sneered, looking like he was looking at how naive you are.

"Every war has casualties. That Joe was just a collateral damage. You just have to pray that you're not next."

As he spoke, he patted John on the shoulder, seemed to feel that the words were enough, no need to say more, and left the house directly.

John stood there for a while, listening to the sound of the car starting to leave, and then said loudly: "Guys, he left."

People came out from the attic, the backyard, and even the bedroom.

Jack came in through the gate, wearing all black. As soon as he entered, everyone looked at him, "Have you got the tracker?"

"It's attached to the bottom of the car, so he can follow him wherever he goes." He waved the tablet on his hand and installed a tracker on the CIA agent's car. Hey, it's so exciting.

"What should we do next to keep up with him?" Lucy was eager to give it a try.

"No, it's up to two people to live next." Tim looked at Nila, his tone unquestionable.

"Nila and I will handle it later. It is inconvenient for you to be involved."

"Uh" Jack raised a finger to indicate that he had a different opinion.

"Can you please listen to what I have to say and then we can make a decision?"

All eyes turned to him again.

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat.

"First of all, now we can confirm that Joe's death is related to the people under Colonel Norman Jangles, right? I heard him say the word collateral damage in the earpiece."

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Secondly, the evil visitor who came to the door never revealed his identity, right? Can we regard it as a criminal suspect who came to threaten an LAPD officer?"

Everyone was suffocated and felt it was a bit ridiculous, but after thinking about it, although it was clearly a word game, it seemed to make sense.

"Then it's reasonable for us to follow each other, isn't it? During the tracking process, if we find something, such as a large amount of counterfeit money, wouldn't this be considered a violation of the prohibition imposed on us?"

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