"Sorry, Mr. Councillor, the search has begun, I'm sorry!"

“…”

In Sloan's office.

Lake hung up the third call on his phone since he walked into this office, looked at his phone, and then looked at Sloan, who was sitting in his office chair with interest and crossed his hands, and smiled: "Mr. Sloan is indeed powerful. Secretary-General of the Disabled Persons' Federation, our police supervisor, and now another city councillor is here. Wow, who will be the next one to call?"

Sloan looked expressionless and turned a blind eye to several police officers rummaging through boxes and cabinets in his office. He stared at Lake standing in front of him with a faint expression: "Inspector Edwin believed in his informant so much, he never thought that maybe this was a wrong intelligence?"

Damn Carlos.

Sloan cursed in his heart. In his opinion, the informant that Lake mentioned was undoubtedly Carlos. After all, just now, he also knew what kind of evidence the court had signed the authorization order.

A so-called killer confession book.

In addition to having killers who are not allowed to betray their own organizations, there is also an unwritten rule in the killer world, that is, under no circumstances can the killer be related to law enforcement agencies.

Simply put, you are not allowed to be a 25-year-old.

Once discovered, you will also enjoy the treatment of chasing all the killers.

Sloan looked at Lake with a calm expression, cursing Carlos wildly, while he was already planning to make a good idea. The next name that appeared on the Loom of Destiny was Lake Edwin in front of him.

Lake laughed loudly: "Mr. Sloan, you have a good temper, but I don't know, what are your killers' tempers?"

Sloan said: "Is there any evidence to Inspector Edwin say this? Is there any evidence to spread rumors that my employees are killers, and with the words of confidence, does Inspector Edwin have any opinions on us?"

Lake nodded seriously: "Yes, I have a lot of opinions. I almost killed me. Does it count?"

Sloan: “…”

If there is no objection, Lake would have been so hard to bring his troops here. If you have this time, Isn’t it nice to have a meal with my girlfriend at the time?

Sloan wasn't talking anymore.

Just then.

Lake's phone rang again.

This time it was from the Commissioner of Police, Bert, but he called it with Bert's private cell phone, not a landline.

Connect.

"Director!"

"Where are you?"

“Perform a search mission.”

"I won't say anything to you. I'll give you half an hour, and I'll get you half an hour. I haven't found any evidence, so I'll withdraw it."

"clear!"

Lake hung up the phone, looked at Sloan, who seemed to be in a fake state behind the desk, and smiled haha.

This is the mayor of New York.

but……

Director Burt was also in place. Although Director Burt's position was appointed by the mayor, the mayor's term is approaching, and Lake and Bert's son also had a lifelong relationship, so Director Burt still bought Lake for half an hour.

Half an hour is enough.

In order to make a concerted effort, Lake not only prepared a plan to anger the other party, but also had a last resort.

Lake took off his cell phone case under Sloan's gaze, took out the battery inside, and said to a police officer: "We need to search this desk well, especially the chair under Mr. Sloan's butt."

The policeman responded: "Yes!"

Mamap.

I'm always standing, why should you sit?

A hint of anger flashed across Sloan's face, but under the gaze of the two police officers with guns, he still maintained the most basic politeness, smiled, got up and left from his office chair.

Next second.

With a bang.

A police officer directly broke the door vigorously, kicked the chair with one kick, and then skillfully opened the belly to the chair.

Ten minutes later.

Joe, who was in charge of searching outside, walked in from outside, looked at Sloan who was standing there, and whispered to Lake who was sitting on the sofa, holding his legs, holding his arms and eyes closed, "No."

Lake opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Sloan, who had just had a smile on his lips: "Did Mr. Sloan think of something happy? Why don't he tell me?"

Sloan looked at the time on his watch: "Twenty minutes left, Inspector Edwin."

Lake nodded: "Don't worry, I know more about integrity than Mr. Sloan. When the time comes, I promise not to stay for one more minute."

Joe's expression was a little nervous.

This came over with confidence and offended a group of big shots. If he had no gains at all, it would have been a complete mess.

Lake looked over to Joe: "Have you checked all the places?"

Joe nodded.

“Anywhere?”

"Yes."

"Have you found any different people?"

"……Well."

Qiao was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Different people, a temporary worker in their warehouse here is nervous."

Lake continued, "What's the name?"

"What Wesley."

"That's it."

Lake looked upwards, looked at Sloan, and then walked directly outside: "Mr. Sloan, I said today is my lucky day, do you believe it?"

Sloan's eyelids were twitching.

soon.

The wasteful little white Wesley was brought to Lake.

Lake, who was wearing a suit, looked directly at the information sent from his tablet, then looked up at the police officer standing next to Wesley and said, "Catch it."

Wesley was slightly stunned and looked at the factory manager: "Mr. Sloan..."

Sloan directly reached out and interrupted and looked at Lake: "Mr. Edwin, can I ask, for what reason do you do this?"

"The crime of intentional injury and theft."

“…”

Lake said so, then looked at Sloan: "However, if Mr. Sloan admits that the Wesley in front of you is an employee of your factory, I think the Commercial Crime Investigation Department may add a commercial espionage crime."

Wesley came this morning and the case was just reported.

Don't forget.

Wesley did a big thing before joining the Mutual Aid Association. In the company where he used to work, he turned into a real keyboard warrior and beat his supervisor and a colleague with the keyboard.

Watch it in the movie, this thing is called revenge.

But this is reality.

In reality, Wesley's supervisor and colleagues reported the case. Wesley's behavior is called a crime. As a criminal suspect, Lake has some legitimate reasons to seize Wesley.

After saying that.

Lakedo glanced at Sloan a few times, then said directly to the police officer: "Take it away, and then notify the people from the Thirty-three branch to go to the police station to pick up people."

Wesley was stunned and shouted the name of Director Sloan when he was taken away by the police.

He was very fond of revenge because he could change his life. As a result, he was not transferred to a killer and directly transferred to a criminal suspect.

soon.

Wesley was taken out.

Sloan took a deep breath and looked at Lake: "There are ten minutes left, and I'm already looking forward to Inspector Edwin's explanation to our textile factory."

Lake's mouth was arced: "Yes, there are still ten minutes left, and there is still the last place I haven't been to."
Chapter completed!