Chapter 1344 Sorry, I am a policeman

"Then find a way to solve it." Zhang Pin was unusually patient with Frank.

"To solve it, you have no idea how cruel these people are, and this is not just Pushkin's money. You have no idea who you have offended."

Frank was very excited.

"Okay, since you are so scared, let me give you a chance. Call Pushkin and tell him that I will accept all the money in the warehouse."

Zhang Pin waved his hand. If he didn't need Frank to help him contact Pushkin to see if he could lure him to Luoji Mountain, he wouldn't bother to talk to him so much.

"Who did you say you called?"

Frank was obviously stunned when he heard Zhang Pin's words.

"Pushkin, besides Pushkin, do you know who the other so-called people standing behind to collect money are?"

Zhang Pin glanced at Frank funny.

Frank was silent. He actually knew some big shots who protected Pushkin's business.

But he didn't even dare to offend Pushkin, let alone these big shots who were even more terrifying than Pushkin.

"I'm dead. I won't live for more than a week. If this money disappears, both white and underworld people will come and kill me."

Frank was completely shattered.

"Then make the right choice, or do you decide to sit back and wait for death? This is not like you, Frank. You have been a police officer for more than 20 years. I have read your reports. You single-handedly faced eight bank robbers.

, he was shot five times, but he killed four people and managed to get support."

Zhang Pin scratched his head speechlessly. He did not expect that Frank's mentality collapsed at this time and turned into a sad Mrs. Xianglin.

This was not in line with his plan. In Sir Zhang's plan, he took away the cash in this warehouse just enough to lure Pushkin to Luoji Mountain.

This way he can kill the opponent at the same time.

Otherwise, with Pushkin's energy, if he wanted to hide, it would not be so easy for Sir Zhang to find him.

After all, the current channel that Sir Zhang can use is the Investigation Bureau, or Langley may also be able to help.

But Pushkin has sent so many resources to America over the years, and his own relationship network is also very strong.

Given the way the Investigation Bureau and Langley behave, Sir Zhang really doesn't have much hope for them.

That's why he was so patient with Frank, hoping that through him, Pushkin would come to America to die on his own.

"No, you don't know at all, you don't know anything. The real Frank died in that shootout. I also wanted to be a good policeman, but when the shooting happened, they actually transferred me.

Management logistics, and even the honors were taken by the leaders who came later."

Hearing Zhang Pin mention his past achievements, Frank finally regained some energy from his original despair.

Then he, like all people who are unappreciated for their talents, began to talk endlessly about the reasons for his downfall.

"Hey, since you have been prepared, and since you collect black money to prove yourself, then I think you must have a way to get yourself out and know how to deal with them."

Zhang Pin was naturally not interested in hearing the other party's psychological journey.

It is true that Frank must have suffered injustice in the past, but the various injustices caused by this guy collecting dirty money and doing things for Pushkin over the years must be much greater than the grievances he suffered himself.

Many people were imprisoned because of the death of his family.

The reason why the other party's mentality collapsed at this moment was not because he really realized that he was wrong, but simply because he knew that he was going to die.

"I am a good policeman. I have no choice but to do these things. They didn't give me a chance, so I had to seize the opportunity myself. Yes, they forced me."

As Frank spoke, his tone suddenly became firm.

"I understand, Frank, do the right thing, call, and tell me where you put the stuff that will take them down?"

Zhang Pin saw Frank become more confident again, so he nodded cooperatively.

Frank was so excited that he seemed to have really convinced himself, so he first told Zhang Pin the black information he had hidden about some criminal police officers and other big figures over the years, as well as the location where Pushkin's account information was stored.

This guy was obviously well prepared. He actually stored these materials in the cloakroom of the police station where he worked.

Apparently he had prepared the idea of ​​letting this evidence be exposed if he was killed.

"Pushkin already knew that the vault had been broken into."

After talking about the evidence, Frank called Pushkin again.

The two didn't say a few words on the phone before Pushkin hung up the phone.

But when Frank said that Pushkin already knew about the treasury, Sir Zhang nodded with satisfaction.

He has done what he has to do, and now it depends on whether Pushkin can accept the loss of the treasury.

At least in Sir Zhang's view, it should be impossible for the other party to accept it.

As Frank said, not all the money in this treasury belongs to Pushkin, and he may not even be able to get a large share of it.

But if the money really disappeared or was exposed to light, then Pushkin would most likely have to make up for the loss alone.

Zhang Pin had taken a quick look before and found that there was at least 200 million US dollars in cash here.

Although Pushkin is certainly very rich, he must spend 200 million US dollars to compensate others.

Even if this matter is exposed, the other party will have to spend money to rebuild America's relationship network, and this amount of money will also be astronomical.

Now that Frank has clearly informed that the money will not be exposed, but will fall into the hands of others, it is very likely that Pushkin will come to America.

The other party always has to try to see if they can get the money back.

Especially when Sir Zhang left him enough hope.

"Very well, Frank, you are a great person. Just call the police yourself. I will leave all the dirty information to you. I hope it will be helpful to you."

Zhang Pin achieved his goal, so he had no intention of continuing with Frank.

He directly dragged Frank and leaned him against the outer corridor of the warehouse.

"Hey, give me a chance, I want to be a good person."

Seeing that Zhang Pin was about to leave, Frank suddenly became anxious.

He originally thought that he was dead, so he didn't care about these things.

But now seeing how confident Zhang Pin was, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for survival, so he immediately didn't want to die, and he didn't want to be exposed as a rogue police officer at this time.

"Okay, let's go talk to the judge."

Zhang Pin turned his back to Frank and almost wanted to laugh at the other person's begging for mercy.

Frank immediately shrugged: "You are asking me to die."

Zhang Pin happened to walk into the factory at this moment. He paused and left a message: "I'm sorry, I'm a policeman."

Then he disappeared down the corridor, leaving behind an anxious but helpless Frank.

Half an hour later.

This shack, where the Bears originally gathered, was suddenly surrounded by a large group of LAPD who usually did not appear except to collect money.

But when these heavily armed elite police officers rushed into the warehouse, they found that except for Frank, who was handcuffed in the corridor, as well as some semi-finished and finished clothes and various frozen goods, the things they were looking forward to were not there.

There was no shadow at all.

"This guy called the police himself. When we arrived, he was handcuffed in the corridor. Except for the 100,000 U.S. dollars found in the trunk of his car, there was no trace of U.S. dollars anywhere else in the warehouse."

"Oh, by the way, he voluntarily confessed that he had a lot of black material on many people in the cabinet in the locker room of the police station. The evidence of this black material is substantial, and there are also audio and video recordings. Colleagues at the police station have confirmed that these are all facts.

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"Damn it, we worked so hard to come here and risked being shot by these mindless bears. How can we just bring back 100,000 US dollars? Such a small amount of money is not even enough to pay for our departure.

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Another LAPD leader heard the report from his subordinates. He ignored this strange case and the more cases involved behind the case. Instead, he directly complained about the profits from his actions.

"Sir, although the U.S. dollars are not as much as expected, the value of these clothes and frozen goods is not low. Especially I saw that there are a lot of wagyu smuggled from childhood. These are hard currencies. As long as we release them,

If the wind goes away, once it is sold, it will be worth US dollars."

As the largest gang in Luojishan, the LAPD is obviously used to this kind of thing.

So Frank said before that he was a good policeman. In fact, according to the general definition of LAPD, it is not necessarily a lie.

"This is a good suggestion, but it's a pity that it won't work this time."

The second LAPD shook his head regretfully.

He is actually very keen on these good things, but unfortunately, before this operation, he was warned by a larger leader that this case is not simple.

Even the LAPD can't be as unscrupulous as before.

Three days later, there was a small airport in Luojishan.

A private jet landing from Europe entered the runway.

Pushkin, dressed in formal attire, slowly walked off the landing gear under the cover of sixteen bodyguards.

In the end, Pushkin could not resist the temptation and chose to come to Luoji Mountain to see if he could find an opportunity to get back the US dollars that had mysteriously disappeared.
To be continued...