After understanding the basic situation, Luke dialed Maggie's number, but the phone could no longer be connected.

Luke thought for a moment and sent another text message to Maggie. The content was very simple, 'Maggie, if you are in danger, you can contact me directly.'

Luke wasn't sure if Maggie could see the text message, but he had done everything he could.

Luke opened the bathroom door and saw Barron Ackerman curled up on the floor. He said, "Man, you are in big trouble this time. It's not just as simple as two threatening letters, but you are involved in a major incident."

Terrorist attack case.”

Barron Ackerman shook his head and looked panicked, "I swear, I didn't know anything about it before, and I never thought about participating in the terrorist attack. I just sent two letters, that's all."

"Use your brain and think about it carefully. If it was really just two letters, how could the man named Martin give you $80,000?

This amount of money can buy two lives on the black market." Luke snorted coldly, "Once you are involved in a terrorist attack, your crime will be serious.

A friendly suggestion to you, be prepared to go to jail in advance.

By the way, we also want to recover the $80,000."

"No no no, please don't do this, otherwise, my life will be completely ruined.

Please, Officer Li, please spare me.

I really didn’t want to harm you, and I didn’t expect it to be so serious.”

"I will give you a chance now. As long as you follow my instructions, I can help you turn into a tainted witness."

"I am willing, what do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple, help me ask Martin out."

"As I said, he usually doesn't turn on his mobile phone, so I can't contact him."

"Then send a text message. As long as he turns on his phone, he will naturally see it."

Barron Ackerman was a little worried, "I haven't sent him a text message before. If I ask to meet now, will he become suspicious?"

"It's possible." Luke nodded, "So, you have to use some tricks when you ask him out."

"What technique."

"Don't take the initiative to ask him to meet, and don't ask where he is, just money."

Barron Ackerman was silent for a moment and said, "I told him that I owed too much money. Eighty thousand dollars was not enough to repay the debt. The creditor asked me for money again, which made it impossible for me to deal with Officer Li with peace of mind."

.

I still need some money to pay off my debts."

“That’s what it means, and to highlight some of the urgency of asking for money.

Tell him clearly that if he doesn't pay, the matter may be messed up.

When the time comes, he will take the initiative to ask to meet you."

"I understand." Baron Ackerman nodded quickly.

…

eight pm.

Las Vegas, Bethel Bar.

Barron Ackerman was sitting at the bar, looking a little nervous, holding a glass of whiskey in both hands, taking a sip of wine from time to time and looking around.

A white man wearing a baseball cap and a big beard came over and patted Barron Ackerman on the shoulder with a rough palm.

Barron Ackerman was startled and quickly turned around, "Martin, you're here."

Martin didn't say anything. He tapped the bar table with his right index finger and said, "A glass of Gibson."

The bartender quickly prepared a glass of wine and placed it in front of Martin.

Martin left ten dollars, tilted his head at Baron Ackerman, then picked up his wine glass and went to the table in the corner.

Barron Ackerman swallowed, picked up his wine glass, walked over, and sat across the table.

"Martin, I need money."

Martin stared at the other person, took a sip of wine, and hummed, "I already gave you $80,000, you greedy bastard."

"I owe too much money. Eighty thousand dollars is not enough. I need your help."

"You're not asking for help, you're blackmailing me.

You shameless villain."

"I really never thought about blackmailing you, but there is really no other way. You are the only one who can help me now."

Martin touched his beard and asked, "How much do you want?"

"Fifty thousand dollars, only fifty thousand dollars is enough."

"Fuck! Fifty thousand dollars, you think I open a bank?

Who gave you the courage to say this number lightly?

Don’t even think about it.”

"But I really need money, and if I can't pay it back, those bastard creditors won't let me go.

I'm worried they will go to the hotel to cause trouble...

It's likely to be something big that affects you."

Martin looked at Barron Ackerman with cold eyes, "Damn bastard, you are actually threatening me."

"I didn't threaten you, I told the truth.

Just think that I borrowed it from you, and I will definitely pay it back in the future."

"I am crazy to believe that a gambler will pay back the money." Martin let out a sigh of relief, seeming to be restraining his anger, "Twenty thousand dollars.

I'll give you another twenty thousand dollars to settle those creditors and get things done.

That police officer must not be allowed to leave Las Vegas before Thanksgiving, do you understand?"

"I understand, as long as I get the twenty thousand dollars, I will definitely be able to do it."

"Haha." Martin chuckled, but his smile was a little cold, "You are such a greedy bastard."

"When will you give me the money?"

"Wait here, I'll get the money." Martin drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, stood up, and patted Barron Ackerman's shoulder with his right hand, "Remember, there is no next time."

"I know." Baron Ackerman nodded, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Martin walked out of the bar and turned into a nearby alley. There was a gray Buick car parked not far from the alley.

Martin opened the back door of the car and got into the vehicle.

In the cab, a Mexican man turned around and asked, "How are things going?"

"That bastard asked for fifty thousand dollars, and I agreed to give him twenty thousand dollars."

The Mexican man cursed, "I can't believe we were blackmailed by a fool."

"The things the boss told us are important, and we'll talk about other things later." Martin opened the box in the back seat and took out 20,000 US dollars in cash.

"After Thanksgiving, I will blow his head off, I swear." The Mexican man waved his fist vigorously.

"Count me in." Martin smiled, took the money and left the car.

The Mexican man lit a cigarette, and the car quickly became filled with smoke.

After a while, the rear door of the car opened, and someone got into the car. The Mexican man turned around and said, "Be back soon..."

However, before he could finish his words, he saw a shadow in the back row quickly swing towards his head, and with a muffled sound of 'Bang!', he fainted.

Luke got out of the back seat, dragged the Mexican man out of the cab, handcuffed him, and threw him directly into the trunk of the car.

After doing all this, Luke locked the car and hid in the dark.

Five minutes later, Martin entered the alley, walked to the car and pulled the door, but did not open it.

"Open the door."

no respond.

Martin was startled and touched his waist with his right hand.

"Don't move! Otherwise I will shoot." Suddenly a voice came from behind.

Martin stopped what he was doing.

"hands up!"

Martin broke into a cold sweat and slowly raised his hands.

Then, a huge force came from behind, pressing him into the car and searching him.

The pistol, mobile phone and dagger he had on him were all found.

He didn't dare to resist, let alone look back. He could vaguely feel the cold barrel of a gun pointing at his back.
To be continued...