Withers felt the difficulty of the matter, and when he found nothing, the four bosses in Thrall looked at him angrily.
"Sir, you don't want to tell us that today is April Fool's Day?"
Withers shrugged, "Can I?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wine bottle under Sal's hand hit him on the head.
The gang of plainclothes pointed their guns at Sal and the others one by one.
The Mexicans didn't hesitate at all, they blocked the gun holes for Sal and the bosses one by one and confronted the police.
Withers shook his head in a daze, gritted his teeth and gave up, the group of subordinates didn't fire, because he knew that these people definitely also had guns.
"I'll complain to your leader about you." Thrall snorted while watching Withers while blowing on his cigar.
Withers waved his hand and led the troops away.
He broke in just now, didn't find anything, didn't have a search warrant, and the target was the capable Mexican gangsters, the lawsuit was settled.
The crime of slandering another's innocence.
Withers' men took gauze and bandaged Withers' head briefly. When they went downstairs, they passed Lin Dong.
When Lin Dong walked into the suite, Sal and the others greeted him warmly.
"My master won't come up, this is the end of today, I'll get the money."
"It's ready." Thrall shook his head.
The bank card for this morning's proceeds was ready, and the subordinates handed it directly to Lin Dong.
"See you tonight." After Lin Dong finished speaking, he walked down the stairs, passing by a group of retreating policemen.
Withers first casually glanced at Lin Dong.
Asian.
Hit it!
Withers seemed to remember something, his pupils opened suddenly!
Cafe!
That Asian!
He shouted several commands in a row with his mobile phone!
"Let's go to Ellie's Las Vegas!"
When Withers came to the office of Alia Casino, the person in charge was yelling. When he saw him coming in, he slammed the document bag on the table. He said in a deep voice, "Officer Withers, come on, Please tell me what to do with the money?"
This is the fund form made out of the deficit this morning.
"There was a single million dollar gambling this morning, and I felt something strange. As expected, it was really that group of people. More than 100 million yuan is gone!"
After looking at the bill, Withers said to the technician: "Can you adjust the monitoring for me? Show me the video of the people who exchanged millions of chips."
The technician called up several video images for Withers. After the technician ruled out other people, he only targeted those who only gambled once and left.
Finally began to lock the front three people.
"Check it out for me, what numbers did the three of them bet on?" Withers asked.
Because in his mind, he remembered that the Asian man in the coffee shop shouted three commands into his mobile phone, big and small!
After the technician synchronized the time of the opening screen with the screen time of the gambler, they found that the opening results of the synchronized time were: "The first person bet big and won one million; the next one was big and won 2 million; then Xiao, won 4 million!"
Withers' mind crashed in place as if struck by lightning!
The answer is exactly the same!
that person!
It's that person! The guy who uttered three orders in front of him had exactly the same answer as the one who won the game here!
The suspicious behind-the-scenes man who couldn't find it for a long time was giving orders in front of him!
There was a crash.
Withers rushed out of the casino and ran towards the coffee shop. But when he came to the coffee shop, that person was gone!
humiliation!
Endless humiliation! He must know that he is from the FBI and the person in charge of this case, but it was such a man behind the scenes who deliberately abducted all the money from the casino in front of him! And I know nothing about it!
Withers felt an unprecedented humiliation in his career!
This is the first time he has been humiliated by stepping on his nose since the investigation of the case.
Withers suddenly hated Asians very much.
He saw the back of an Asian in the corner, and immediately went over to pull it, thinking it was Xu Cheng.
But when he turned around, he found that it was not. The Asian looked at him wonderingly, "Is there something wrong?"
"It's okay, go back to your country." Withers was already angry, and now he said something inappropriate.
"I'm going to sue you for racism!"
"Whatever you want!" Withers said and left.
When he returned to the casino, his subordinates started to call it a day, and his assistant came over to him and said, "The superior asked you to go back to the headquarters, and they might question you."
Withers smirked.
At this time, the person in charge of Alia's casino came out and yelled at him: "I have already complained to you, a bunch of trash!"
Withers came to the place of FBI headquarters, entered the boss's office, and sat across from him with his hands on his hips, holding a stack of complaint reports about Withers.
"Come and see, you did a good job." The boss glanced at him angrily: "The complaints from Sal and his Mexican gang came from four casinos questioning your professionalism. It’s embarrassing to spend money and do nothing; and this report, if this report is exposed, let alone you, we will all receive pressure from public opinion. You know that more and more wealthy Asians like to travel here these years , you still discriminate against people, do you know what racism means here? If this report is exposed, the FBI will be finished? Understand? What the hell are you doing?"
Withers looked at the gauze on his head and said, "I was blinded by the wine bottle."
"Why don't you just beat you to death?" The boss was very angry: "Saar and the others know that their identities are sensitive, so you should be more careful in dealing with it. It's the first time you broke in. I'm under pressure. Help you carry it down, this is the second time you broke into private territory, and your privacy was taken away by you? Why did you rush without a search warrant? This time they just bounced your head instead of eating bullets to make you go to God !"
Withers said: "Don't worry sir, it won't happen next time."
"Is there a next time?" His boss glared at him: "The higher-ups asked you to take a vacation and get someone else to take over. The four companies in the casino said that you are not qualified for this case, so let's get someone else with strong ability to take over."
Withers was not happy: "Sir! I already know who is behind the scenes!"
Boss: "Who is it?"
Withers: "An Asian!"
The boss sneered: "You just racially discriminated against an Asian, and now you say that the man behind the scenes is an Asian. Do you want to make the most of the public opinion? Do you want to kill the FBI?"
Withers couldn't laugh or cry: "I know what he looks like."
Boss: "Okay, do you have proof?"
Withers: "I... didn't..."
The boss sighed: "Go on vacation, let someone else handle this matter. I have removed all of your teams from this case. Go back and hand over the work."