After nightfall, Luke went to meet Frank and exchanged information.
What Frank knew, Luke probably knew.
What Luke knew, Frank didn't necessarily know.
The hypnotized prosecutor Reyes confessed her mental journey, and Luke told Frank without reservation.
Frank was silent.
Luke didn't say anything either.
Is it revenge? How to take revenge? What counts as revenge? There are countless combinations of answers to these three questions.
There's no question D.A. Reyes is a bad guy.
However, when she planned to arrest the three parties fighting in the park, she never thought of harming ordinary civilians.
This kind of situation does not meet her vision, and it will lead her to enter the political arena. The action is completely too much, which is the last thing she wants to happen.
It's a pity that she is ambitious, but she does have the idea of greedy for success.
Because she was worried that the three parties would be vigilant and cancel the deal, she took risks and did not evacuate the civilians before the operation.
And as long as she evacuates the civilians in advance, whether it is three-way vigilance or evacuation to avoid the Frank family, the tragedy can be avoided.
Come to think of it this way, it seems like she caused the deaths of Frank's family.
In fact, this matter cannot be judged so simply.
It's only natural for the police to catch thieves.
Putting civilians in danger in order to catch thieves is an unavoidable problem for police all over the United States, but the severity varies.
A shootout between police and gangsters may accidentally injure civilians at any time, so why don't American police have guns at all
This is obviously impossible.
In this matter, the Reyes District Attorney made a serious mistake, but the crime does not deserve death.
If the consequences are bad, then most of the serious criminals in the United States deserve to die more than her.
After waiting for a while, Frank's complexion changed, but he still couldn't make up his mind.
Luke knew that he had already made a decision.
After all, Frank was not a born criminal. He was a soldier and had done many dirty things for the national interest, but the bottom line in his heart was always there.
He hasn't made a decision for so long, which means that he has no determination to kill the prosecutor Reyes.
Luke finally spoke: "I think the matter of the Reyes District Attorney can be put aside. I have a little doubt. If you solve it, you may not need to worry about the Reyes District Attorney anymore."
Frank was silent for a moment, then nodded: "You say."
"Blacksmith!" Luke said the name of this key person.
Frank's attention suddenly focused and he looked up at him.
Luke: "In this matter, the real key is the blacksmith. He initiated the transaction, and that's what caused everything to happen."
Frank: "You mean, find him?"
But what does that have to do with D.R. Reyes? He was at a loss.
Luke nodded: "It is said that this blacksmith's supply is huge, at least a ton of prohibited drugs at a time. What channel does he use to get in this kind of smuggling?"
Frank frowned: "If it is smuggled, it is likely to be from Mexico? He has a lot of relationship with the Mexican cartel."
Luke shook his head: "No, the Mexican cartels do have a lot of goods, but most of them enter the United States in multiple batches, and they rarely engage in such a one-off wholesale. They prefer to dismantle the goods and sell them to many cooperative small groups , to obtain higher profits. They don’t need to concentrate the illegal drugs that have already entered in batches, and then engage in one-off wholesale, which will not do them any good.”
Frank nodded slightly.
The Mexican cartel doesn't have much else, and there is absolutely no shortage of manpower.
There are countless ordinary people in Mexico who are willing to be "muses" if given money. They act as "muses" for Mexican cartels and bring goods into the United States in small quantities from various channels.
This not only disperses the risk, but also does not involve the middle and high-level people in the accident, and some thugs escorting the car will be caught in the sky.
Concentrating all the goods will only cause more accidents and losses for them.
When Luke said this, he paused for a while before continuing: "Next, you must calm down, at least until we catch the blacksmith and confirm that it is him, you must calm down."
Frank: "Say."
…
Half an hour later, Luke reluctantly took out the medical kit and wrapped Frank's bloody hands: "Didn't you say that the situation is not sure? You don't want to run to him alone, do you?"
Frank gasped. "He's mine!"
Luke was angry: "Believe it or not, I'm going to knock people out right now and throw them in front of you? Five ribs are broken, and I'm emotional. Are you sure you're not going to give away the head?"
Frank stared at him with blood red eyes: "I will be calm until he gives me the answer."
Luke curled his lips, noncommittal to this: "Let's go, I think you can't wait, let's find out about this tonight."
Both he and Frank knew that the possibility of the previous speculation was extremely high.
Unless the other party bites to death and refuses to speak, the "blacksmith" will be dead tonight.
The reason why he went with Frank was, of course, to use basic hypnosis and spiritual communication to squeeze out the blacksmith's remaining value.
For the sake of saving Robert's life three times, Luke will hand over the blacksmith boss to Frank.
But the blacksmith's goods, the blacksmith's channels, Luke is determined.
These are all experience points.
…
Ray Skunov smiled and rubbed his son's head, watching him being coaxed by his wife to take a bath and sleep.
He sat down on the sofa, pressed the remote control, and switched the TV series to several news channels.
After a while, he frowned and stopped: "Frank hasn't moved yet?"
There was no expected murder in the news, so he could only turn off the TV and think about the follow-up quietly.
The sound of the TV disappeared, and the whole room fell into silence.
Lei leaned on the sofa, and suddenly his heart tightened: No. What about the sound of the wife coaxing the son to sleep
This little guy would pester his wife to tell him stories every night, and he always asked questions, and it took him ten or twenty minutes to fall asleep.
He was watching TV news just now, and there were constant voices in the room, but he didn't pay attention.
Now, the whole room is as quiet as a haunted house.
Except for his own breathing and a little bit of wind outside the house, he couldn't hear anything else.
Lei's hand reached into the side of the sofa, touched a pistol hidden there, and slowly scanned the room.
His eyes didn't move quickly, but he tried his best to use his peripheral vision to look for the danger that might be approaching.
Click!
With a sound, the door lock was opened.
The crunch of metal is the same as most people's keychains make when they enter the door.
But Ray knew it was definitely not family.
Only the wife and he had the key, but both were in the room.
Just as he was about to draw out the gun in his hand, he heard a low voice from the door: "Lei, long time no see."
Ray's hand paused, but a surprised expression appeared on his face: "Frank, is that you?"
Standing up, he turned to the entrance hall, and put his right hand and the pistol in the gap of the sofa over there behind him while turning around.
A burly figure walked in: "It's me."