"Look carefully for the stolen money this guy has hidden. It's a lot of money, and try to get that woman to talk."
"Fantos, do you need help?" Losano walked into the gate of the destination, looked at the police officers from the anti-kidnapping team who were searching everywhere, and shouted to this fat guy.
Witte Fantos's expression was condensed, "Why is this troublesome guy again?" How could this guy swallow up the stolen money when he was at the scene?
Of course Losano saw what these people were planning and called his people in through the gate, "We received a tip that this is the home of the kidnapping group, and their leader lives here."
"Yes, I also received the same information." Fantos used his eyes to ask his men to speed up the search.
"Did you find the person who found him?" Of course Losano knew that his voice was dead, and he just said this to make him sick.
"We found the body of a suspected target." After a pause, "There are also family members of the deceased." If Losano hadn't arrived, he had already planned to detain the woman, and she should know where the money was.
But now I can't do it. I can only follow Losano into the room of the villa. The scene inside even with Losano's palace, I can't help but want to take out a gun and kill the scum next to me, "Are you crazy?"
Two police officers from the anti-kidnapping group were interrogating a pregnant woman. They tied the woman to a table and took off her nightgown. It was obvious what they wanted to do, while several crying children were nearby.
The two policemen did not pay attention to the furious Losano. Fantos stopped Losano and said, "Hey, man, they just want to find out the truth of the matter."
"Then your way of questioning really opened my eyes!" Losano also knew that he would not be able to dislodge these Lamanda Brotherhood members with this kind of thing.
"Man, this is Tijuana, not Los Angeles." Fantos looked into Losano's eyes without giving an inch.
"Call an ambulance, go quickly." Losano turned around and shouted to the detective behind him, "Call Mariana in."
There were no female agents, so the female reporter had to come in to take care of the pregnant woman and the child.
"God, you scumbags, do you believe that I will let you be on the headlines of the newspaper tomorrow?" Mariana, who saw the scene without any surprise, could not restrain her anger at all.
Fantos spread his hands and let his two men go out first, then watched the female reporter untie the rope that tied the pregnant woman, and then found her a nightgown.
Reyna Rosa Sanchez, the voice's wife, looked at the people in the house with hatred. Too many things happened that night, and her husband's body was still there.
"Is this the voice?" Losano looked at the corpse on the ground and asked the woman.
"Yes." Unexpectedly, the woman admitted.
Fantos looked at Losano, "Well, our method is better."
Losano didn't even look at him. This answer was enough.
At this time, in the safe house, Xu Chuan was worried about losing his hair, "What should I do with the cash?" He couldn't go to the bank to deposit money.
This is really a happy trouble, and now we can't blatantly find some underground banks to launder money. Although their handling fees are relatively high, they are indeed more convenient.
But this number is too large, and it is easy for people to connect themselves with the kidnapping group.
"Bury the money in the basement first, and then process it in batches after the news has passed." Xu Chuan made a decision and re-wrapped the opened bag of cash in plastic wrap. "Don't use the cash yet. I don't know what's going on."
Are there any marks on it?"
"I will ask the company to transfer the money to your account through formal channels. This amount of money is too much, and it will definitely be completed through multiple transfers. You should check it yourself." Looking at the two people digging a hole, Xu Chuan leisurely
He stood aside and explained to them.
You can't let your boss do this kind of manual work, and besides, you have to pay them a lot of money.
"Long live Boss!", Curtis had a cigarette in his mouth, threw down his shovel and was about to come over and give him a hug.
"Get out!" Xu Chuan raised his leg and kicked him.
Compared to Curtis' excitement, Swager was relatively calm, but he felt relieved. At least he didn't have to worry about the money for the child's milk powder.
Watching the two people throwing bundles of cash into the pit and filling it with soil, he said, "Okay, let's go to bed early. If you have anything else to do, wait until you wake up." He got up and walked towards the bedroom upstairs.
Whether we should deal with Wit Fantos or not, we need to watch tomorrow's news before making a decision.
The night is almost over, but the struggle between various forces surrounding the death of the voice has just begun, but these things have nothing to do with him.
Tijuana's biggest gang leader and drug lord Tito Flores was playing an unspeakable game with a sexy Mexican girl in a hotel room.
Two bodyguards were arguing in a low voice outside the door. There was something very important that needed to be told to the boss, but the boss's hobby was really not easy to disturb. Who would knock on the door was a serious problem.
"Let's go together." A short Mexican said resolutely, looking like he would never give up until he achieved his goal.
The other person couldn't help it. If things were delayed, it was still the responsibility of the two of them. This bastard just wanted to drag him along and die together.
Tito is enjoying his game. In this world, he has all the beauty, wealth, and power, but he has lost most of the fun. Only at this time can he feel his existence. When he is about to die, Fang
There was a knock on the door.
"Boss, I just received a message from Raul. There is something wrong with his voice." The door only opened a crack, and the voice came in from outside. The two bodyguards had no intention of going in. They knew that they should not look at anything they shouldn't.
Ditto pulled off the pink blindfold and opened his eyes. A sharp look flashed across his wrinkled face, and his naked body got up from the ground. "What happened?"
Raul Mendez, the second-in-command of the Tito Group, was on the phone with his boss, "Yes, Tito, his voice died in his villa, and his head was shot. There is no other news."
You know, the FBI is paying close attention this time."
"Okay, I understand, I will figure it out as soon as possible." Raul hung up the phone with his slicked back hair and hugged the woman beside him, "This old guy Tito would leave you at home, what an idiot.
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A beautiful woman with long black hair like a waterfall spread out on the bed, "He is not good at all. He can't do anything except those perverted little games."