In the old wooden house, Old Sam looked at the messy house that had been turned over, roaring angrily, but with a smile on his face.
The burglary of his home was already planned in the script, and he had even met the thief who followed him yesterday several times in previous trainings.
And now that there are no outsiders, he naturally doesn't need to show too much, he just needs to make some noise for the neighbors to hear.
So, after cursing a few words, Old Sam calmly lit a cigarette for himself, and then walked into the bedroom.
Looking at the suitcase that had been dug out, as well as the military uniform and red wine that had disappeared inside, he walked forward without changing his expression, picked up a photo that had fallen outside the suitcase, looked at it, and stuffed it solemnly into his arms.
Then he continued to curse.
After finishing smoking the cigarette in his hand, Old Sam came out of the house and went to the public phone booth to dial the police number.
The efficiency of the Citi Police during this period was pretty good. Ten minutes after making the call, the police station sent a sergeant. He was a chubby, middle-aged white man named Jason Clark. He had been there since he first joined the job.
He is responsible for the security of this area, and he and Sam are old acquaintances.
Parking the police car on the side of the road, Jason took two guys to the door of Old Sam's house. The three experienced people did not rush to knock on the door, but first took out their masks and put them on to prevent them from being vomited by the smell in the house.
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In fact, they wanted to bring gas masks, but unfortunately the bureau did not provide them.
"Hopefully it will be cleaner this time."
Jason muttered and patted the door.
Soon old Sam opened the door and came out, with just the right amount of anger and panic on his face, shouting: "You're here, Jason, help me quickly, we must catch that damn thief! I
Hang him!"
"Don't worry, old man." Jason patted him on the shoulder to calm him down, and then reluctantly walked into the house. When he saw the garbage and cockroaches all over the floor, he immediately gave up the idea of inspecting the scene.
He turned around and asked, "Dude, have you lost anything?"
"Yes, I lost a former military uniform and a bottle of red wine. It is a bottle of red wine that is very important to me. Of course, it is priceless to me, but if it is estimated according to the market price, it
It can be sold for at least ten thousand dollars." Old Sam said.
Um?
Jason, who wanted to quickly write down the matter, was stunned when he heard this and cast a suspicious look: "Are you sure you're not kidding me?"
"I swear to God, that bottle of wine is worth at least ten thousand!" Old Sam vowed, raising his hands and swearing without any pressure in his heart.
After all, he did not lie, because the real value of the bottle of wine was far more than 10,000, but this value was given by Chu Heng.
But despite this, Jason and his friends still didn't believe it. Everyone who lived nearby knew that Old Sam's faith was very flexible and he would only believe in God when needed. This was very similar to the Chinese people.
But despite this, they still took notes according to the procedure and brought back a photo with the appearance of the bottle of good wine.
"Jason, please, please help me find it quickly. It is really important to me. If you can bring it back, I will definitely thank you."
Old Sam caught up with Jason, who had just gotten into the car and was about to return, and solemnly promised.
"Don't worry, old man, I will definitely bring it back." Jason made a perfunctory OK gesture and quickly signaled to a clerk.
The car sets off immediately.
Looking in the rearview mirror at Old Sam who was watching them on the street, a waiter said: "Boss, do you think this is true?"
"It should be fake. From what I know about old Sam, if he really had a bottle of red wine worth tens of thousands of dollars, he would have been sent to the casino long ago." Jason curled his lips and took out a bottle of red wine from his document bag.
photo.
There are two people in the photo. One is a young Sam, who is wearing a pilot uniform, mighty and handsome, holding a jet black bottle in his hand. Standing next to him is a girl with braided braids, tall, curvy, fair and beautiful.
The smile on her face is shy and sweet. The most attractive thing is her temperament. She is obviously very young, but she has the charm of an aunt next door. It is Guo Kai's daughter-in-law Ge Erni...
Yes, this photo is fake. It was combined by Chu Heng from two negatives through some means. He bought a Seagull camera before he got married. Since then, he has often taken photos for his friends. He has a lot of material.
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"What a charming girl."
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Three days passed quickly.
In the Hilton Executive Suite, Chu Heng sat on the sofa with a cigar in his mouth, listening to Ban Anshan's report.
"It's pretty much what we expected, Mr. Chu. People nearby don't believe Old Sam's words at all, including the police station. After they received the report, they haven't done anything, not even the most basic investigation."
Chu Heng nodded understandingly and asked again: "Is anyone still talking about this matter now?"
"No, it was overshadowed by the news that Jennifer, the prostitute at Hancourt Bar, was suddenly pregnant."
"Then let's go to the next step."
"Okay, Mr. Chu."
Ban Anshan waved to several colleagues, and they quickly walked out.
About ten minutes later, Cen Hao, who was responsible for monitoring Old Sam, received the notice and immediately sent a person over to inform Old Sam to enter the next stage.
"I understand, sir."
After sending away the person who brought the message, Old Sam opened the secret compartment under the floor with a pained expression, and took out the knife with 4,800 yuan remaining, as if facing his little lover,
After stroking it gently for a few times, I carefully put it into my pocket and walked out of the house with heavy steps.
After waiting on the side of the road for a while, Old Sam waited for a taxi and immediately got in and headed to the city.
More than twenty minutes later, he got off the bus at the Los Angeles Times and went to find a reporter who had been bribed by Chu Heng and the others a long time ago, named Grace White, a middle-aged woman in her forties.
Grace, who had received the script a long time ago, came down after receiving the notice. When she saw Sam anxiously circling downstairs of the newspaper office, she looked confused and asked knowingly: "What do you want from me? Sam?"
Her current identity is that of a random friend of Sam's.
"I'm going to post a reward, a reward of one million dollars!" Old Sam's eyes were red, and he pinched his thigh with one hand to prevent himself from NGing.
"What? One...one million?!"
Grace's eyes widened in shock when she heard this.
There were a lot of people downstairs at the newspaper office at this time, including reporters coming to do business, reporters going out to find news, and security guards on duty.
After hearing Old Sam's decisive shout, they all stopped and looked over quickly, their expressions full of curiosity.
These days, if you have one million US dollars, you can basically achieve financial freedom, so the attraction is very great. Everyone is curious about what is going on that requires a reward of one million US dollars. At the same time, they also want to see if they can
