Chapter 129 Little Sheldon: I can’t survive this day

The name of the IRS is very useful.

Chuck got the videotape easily and smoothly.

"Agent Green, Dr. Wolfe, and the target's bodyguard have called and passed the news back to the Gambino family."

Jane's boss said.

"very good."

Susan nodded: "Continue to monitor, now let's see if the Gambino family trusts him as much as he thinks."

"What's this?"

Jane wanted to interrupt, but she remembered that her boss had reminded her to listen more and speak less, and she didn't really want to talk to Susan. She had been paying attention to Chuck. After enduring it again and again, she finally spoke.

"video tape."

Chuck was concise and to the point.

"oh."

Jane nodded and said, "Do you think Deborah Vance really knows your friend's father?"

"Mostly we know each other."

Chuck said.

"Why?"

Jane asked.

"Because this Helena is singing and dancing in a costume show next door."

Chuck said.

"ah?"

Jane was stunned.

The weirdest of the weird male protagonists, well, he should be one of the protagonists, was so close to her.

"Agent Banner, if you are interested, you can go and take a look."

Susan joked.

"I am not interested!"

Jian shook his head repeatedly.

Coming from a red state in central China, she is relatively simple and her receptive ability is not very high.

"How pitiful."

After Jane was shocked, she once again expressed sympathy for the friend Chuck mentioned.

"Agent Banner, do you know what the video tape in Chuck's hand is for?"

Susan smiled playfully.

When Jane knew the reason, she couldn't accept the advice: "Chuck, don't be like this, he is your friend after all."

"He's a fan of Deborah Vance."

Chuck said: "He'll love it."

simple:"……"

"The target person entered the VIP box."

Jane’s boss really wanted to be transparent all the time, but he was doing business and could only remind her in real time.

"He never gambled."

Susan's expression changed: "Are you talking to someone about something? Is there any video footage?"

The gambling hall is a small quarrel between tourists and bookmakers, and the VIP box is the real casino between the rich and the rich.

And criminals who are well-organized like this have some counter-reconnaissance capabilities. If they only listen to sounds, they will often miss the most important information.

"There is only sound, there is no camera in the VIP box, eh!"

When Jane's boss said this, he suddenly made a soft sound.

"What's wrong?"

Susan asked.

"People from the technical department detected surveillance equipment in the box."

Jane's boss laughed.

"Can you cut it over?"

Susan asked.

"It might take a while."

Jane's boss hesitated.

"Locate the source and go directly to see it."

Chuck reminded.

The IRS and FBI jointly handled the case. If it weren't for the fact that they were trying to hide their dark side from the existence outside the fourth wall, there would be no need for so much trouble.

"Can it be done?"

Susan looked at Jane's boss.

"This is simple."

Jane's boss pressed the headset in his ear, nodded and announced the room number.

"Let's go there."

Susan said.

A group of four people rushed to the locked room. Jane's boss gave the signal and kicked the door.

Then he was pushed back by the shock, his thighs were numb, and he felt extremely embarrassed.

Obviously, it is different from what is shown in the TV series. Kicking a door is also a technical job, and not just anyone can kick it open.

When Susan and Jane both looked over, Chuck stretched out his foot and kicked the door open.

inside the room.

A screen was showing the gambling game in the VIP box. In front of the screen sat a short figure wearing headphones. Hearing the noise, he turned around and watched in shock as Chuck and his group kicked in the door.

"Hey, isn't this your classmate?"

Susan was extremely surprised when she saw that this child who was stunned and speechless was the genius classmate she met before who was called to tears by Chuck.

"The IRS and FBI are handling the case. Don't cry and don't talk."

Chuck warned, walked over, stood next to little Sheldon, and looked at the surveillance screen together.

Little Sheldon froze there, not daring to move. When Chuck walked up to him, it was like a dark cloud came over, completely blocking his sight, whether it was reality or the thinking space, a darkness that covered the sky and the sun.

Time goes back to more than an hour ago.

Separating from Chuck, little Sheldon's family settled in the hotel under the welcome of his uncle and aunt.

Little Sheldon's aunt lured the others away, and Little Sheldon's uncle couldn't wait to come to Little Sheldon for help.

"I said my mother wouldn't let me help with gambling."

No matter how he tried to persuade him, little Sheldon just shook his head and refused.

Little Sheldon's uncle was anxious and suddenly had an inspiration: "Are you refusing to let me do it, or are you unable to do it?"

"Of course I can do it, gambling is just a simple math problem."

Little Sheldon said arrogantly: "You don't have to provoke me, I won't do this."

"You are so smart, how could I possibly inspire you?"

Little Sheldon's uncle shook his head and said, "I'm just curious if you can achieve the level of that classmate of yours."

"You mean Chuck Wolf?"

When little Sheldon heard the name, he frowned unhappy.

"yes."

Little Uncle Sheldon smiled secretly in his heart, but remained calm on the surface: "Do you know why he is the Supreme VIP? I have already inquired about it. He has earned this respect with his own strength..."

He mentioned Chuck's reputation in the casino, and then pretended to say: "You are the pride of our Cooper family. I thought you might be able to do it at first..."

"Of course I can do it!"

cried little Sheldon.
To be continued...