"I always say, treat your car like you treat people!"
Officer Tacony said.
He stood outside the iron gate, looked at Frank who came out, then looked at the brand new BMW outside, and said meaningfully.
Frank glanced at Officer Tacony. He didn't recognize him, but he saw the police car behind his BMW.
Putting on a proper smile, he said.
"I quite agree, officer."
He opened the door.
"It's rare that a foreigner like you knows French humor, Mr. Frank!"
Officer Tacony stared hard into Frank's eyes.
"A knowing smile, just the right thing! Go racing?"
The sudden question did not disturb Frank, he was smiling.
"Unless the law prohibits it, do you want to come in and have a cup of coffee?"
Officer Tacony paused.
Sometimes performing too well is the biggest problem.
But Frank is a special forces soldier, the elite of the elite, so this sentence does not apply to him.
He had just seen it, and the license plate number on the BMW was not what he was looking for, even though its tail number was also 06.
Officer Tacony gave Frank a deep look.
The police must rely on evidence when handling cases. Without evidence, it is difficult to even apply for a search warrant.
Officer Tacony looked into the room behind Frank and smiled.
"Thanks, but I still have a lot of cars to check, 88!"
"Quite a lot indeed."
Officer Tacony walked out, Frank following behind.
Officer Tacony said as he walked.
"A black BMW BMW 735 produced in 1999, the license plate is 06. Some people in this area like this car very much. You should have seen it. They wear high-end suits and come from Italy. The young girls are jeweled and have heavy makeup. It's a complete mafia happening.
He committed a robbery and escaped by car, his driving skills are very cool!”
Officer Tacony's expression was relaxed, and the last sentence seemed to be mentioned casually.
Frank's expression didn't change.
"Driving a 1999 black BMW 735?"
"The license plate is 06."
Officer Tacony looked at Frank, and Frank smiled with understanding, as if he finally knew why Officer Tacony came to see him.
Impeccable!
Officer Tacony knew he had his match.
They had already walked to the side of the BMW.
Officer Taconi turned around and looked at the brand new BMW.
"Have you been into town recently?"
"No."
“I like Nice, the food, the grilled fish is delicious.”
Yesterday's robbery took place in Nice. Frank just smiled and acted as if he was listening to Officer Taconi's another test.
Seeing this, Officer Taconi immediately launched his ultimate move.
"Someone said he saw the robbed black BMW here, with the license plate number 817nts06!"
"here?"
Frank raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming a little surprised, but not at all panicked.
Officer Tacony stared at Frank closely, but saw nothing suspicious.
After a while, he suddenly smiled.
"It's the highway here, but you're the only one near this highway with a black BMW like this. Well, maybe he saw it wrong."
The end of this road is Frank's small building. This is a one-way road.
Frank's expression remained unchanged, but he was already thinking in his mind.
On the way back from his 'delivery' yesterday, he had already changed the license plate number by using the little trick on the license plate. It stands to reason that no one would see that license plate number on this road.
"It's possible."
Frank nodded.
"But it's also possible that that person has some grudge against me!"
"Oh? Really?"
Officer Taconi's expression changed slightly, and he heard something different in Frank's tone.
Frank smiled helplessly.
"I am a foreigner after all!"
"What a coincidence, that person also happens to be a foreigner. From the tone of his voice, he should be an Asian!"
"Asian?"
Frank's heart moved.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of the only remaining robber from yesterday. He was an Asian!
Could it be him?
A real robber called the police just to expose him as the driver?
Is there such an operation?
He couldn't help but feel a little confused. With his thinking, he couldn't figure out why the Asian would do this.
But the intuition he had developed over the years made Frank feel that the Asian was very suspicious.
Frank trusts his instincts very much!
It was these intuitions that allowed him to survive countless dangers.
Is it because I didn't take his order?
Frank thought this reason was ridiculous, and it felt like ten thousand mythical beasts were racing in his heart.
That shouldn't be the case, right?
Officer Tacony looked at Frank, who was deep in thought, and knew that he had finally found a breakthrough.
He said no more and waited quietly.
After half a ring.
Frank said.
"Maybe you can look for that Asian guy."
He smiled and said this in a joking tone.
"The Asian?"
Officer Tacony gave Frank a deep look.
"I'll look for it."
Frank had a smile on his face.
"Are you sure you don't want to have a cup of coffee?"
Officer Tacony shook his head.
"No, maybe I'll come for a cup of coffee later."
“Always welcome!”
The two of them understood each other tacitly.
Officer Tacony left immediately.
Frank turned back.
As soon as I walked to the door, the phone call came.
He took out his cell phone and pressed answer.
A voice came from the phone.
"Lupo give me your phone number."
Lu Bo is his working contact.
"If you have anything to say, please say it!"
"I'm looking for a courier expert!"
"when?"
"tomorrow!"
Frank frowned slightly and looked at the police car that had just left.
Think for a moment.
"Sorry, I don't want to take orders recently."
He eventually turned down the job.
Frank doesn't quite know how the police here handle cases, but he knows that if it were the FBI in any country, he should already be under surveillance at this time.
Although he provided a tip to Officer Tacony, it did not mean that he was completely freed from the previous robbery.
The four robbers, except for the robber boss who was killed by Fang Mu, were all wandering around, and not a single trace of the debt worth 20 million was found.
Under such circumstances, as long as Officer Taconi did not find Fang Mu for a day, Frank knew that he would never be able to escape his attention.
He is a very cautious person and it is impossible for him to still accept orders at this time.
The person on the other end of the phone felt a little unhappy after hearing this, but didn't say much and hung up the phone directly.
Frank is not the only underground delivery boy.
Frank returned to the room and continued to drink his coffee happily, not knowing what he had missed.