Los Angeles Hollywood Beverly Hills.

A luxurious villa that was supposed to be silent in the night was brightly lit. Outside the villa, there were several police cars with red and blue police lights flashing constantly, and several policemen were checking around.

In the villa, Sheriff Lawrence hung up the phone, glanced at the books under the lamp on the living room sofa, and frowned slightly.

"Boss, I think you should come and have a look..."

Lawrence turned around and looked at the stairs. His tangled subordinate was standing next to the stairs with a huge half-body art photo of Charlize Theron. He felt a little irritated for no reason. He frowned and walked upstairs quickly, followed his hands down to the cloakroom in the bedroom.

When you enter the door, you will feel neat and atmospheric. The cabinet lights and purple curtains on the wardrobe all enrich the style of the cloakroom. The European-style wardrobe makes people feel like they are in the palace. A variety of high-end fashions and shoes and bags fill the entire space, but some drawers for jewelry are pulled out, and a glass cabinet-style square in the middle is even more messy on the table.

Then he came down to a drawer and looked at the two watches placed inside. Lawrence's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had seen something unclean.

"Boss, why do those people turn a blind eye to these two obviously priceless watches?"

Lawrence turned around and looked at his subordinates coldly, saying, "Just because of the priceless, the merchants who make and sell them will have detailed records. Even if the thieves take it away, it is not easy to sell the stolen goods. Instead, they may be tracked down. This group of people are smart people. However, hehe, they probably found something unusual this time, and I don't know if it's luck or misfortune..."

"Boss, do you think we are..."

"Just do your own thing well. I believe someone will come here soon. Boy, remember, this is Hollywood, we are just policemen, not journalists, keep our mouths in mind."

Lawrence patted his subordinates on the shoulders, looked at the open wardrobe with a man's suit that was completely unconventional, and walked out of the cloakroom quickly, his brows became tighter and tighter as he walked.

This is the 50th burglary case recently in Hollywood and neighboring areas such as Beverly Hills. The police stations in Los Angeles and Hollywood were already in a state of turmoil. The people and the media questioned them, working overtime to find clues to solve the case, but unexpectedly, there was another theft case of the Oscar-winning actress's mansion.

Lawrence knew very well that this should be done by the same criminal group, and the forty-nine stolen property were worth about seven million US dollars, but this theft made him feel a little irritated.

squeak--

Bang, bang, bang—

As soon as Lawrence walked out of the villa, he heard the sound of the brakes and the sound of the car outside the villa closing the door. He let out a light breath and pulled down the wrinkled suits on his body, and walked towards the guys who walked in from outside, who looked a little hasty, but were all wearing suits and tied, arrogantly and almost watched people with their nostrils.

"Are you the person in charge here? I am Ms. Theron's personal lawyer Steve, and I am commissioned by Ms. Theron..."

The middle-aged white lawyer who was in charge of the hair was still a little wet, but he was still meticulously combing it. He stood straight and shouted Steve tall, and gave their lawyer's opening remarks. In short, it was just one thing. In order to protect the privacy of his clients, he explained that if the police present revealed some content that was not related to the case, they would face the lawsuit from a lawyer group composed of more than a dozen lawyers in front of him.

Lawrence felt disgusted. These damn annoying lawyers were indeed bastards, but he also confirmed his inner thoughts. Someone kicked the ball to the iron plate. His 20-year career in the Hollywood police department made him very clear about how many secrets there are in this Vanity Fair that cannot be touched.

However, Lawrence would not be timid for a few words from a lawyer. He showed a sarcastic sneer on his face and said, "Do we need to sign a confidentiality agreement for you?"

"If possible, it's better to do this, Jerry, give every officer a confidentiality agreement!" Steve seemed not to see the sneer of the sheriff in front of him, but turned back and ordered seriously.

"Haha, Mr. Lawyer, are you kidding me?" Sheriff Lawrence's sneer disappeared, he stepped forward, staring at Lawyer Steve coldly.

"Sir Lawrence, right? I don't have time to joke with you here. Believe me, this is not funny at all, and you can sign..." Steve also looked at the other party with a serious expression and directly called the other party's name, as if to prove his words, the phone in Lawrence's pocket rang.

"You can answer the phone first..."

Lawrence's cold expression froze slightly by the other party's reminder, and his heart also burst into pieces. He looked at the other party with deep meaning, turned around and answered the phone. He also sighed in his heart. Damn, this was a prehistoric monster. Even the director explained to him a few words in a helpless tone and hung up. He turned around and walked back. Seeing the serious expression on the lawyer Steve's face, he did not have the pride of gaining the upper hand. He just stared at him coldly, waiting for his decision.

Lawrence looked back at his subordinate who was standing next to him with an indignant look on his face, reached out to take the confidentiality agreement from the young face who had been holding a document, and said coldly: "Look at the content and precautions, confirm whether there are any problems, and then sign your own name. This is an order!"

At this moment, several more cars were parked outside the villa, and everyone turned to look at the visitor. Lawrence's pupils suddenly shrank again, murderous intent! Four strong men with numb eyes and cold expressions walked in. After looking around for a week, they walked to the lawyer Steve. After the two whispered a few words, Lawrence was always observing the visitor. Whether it was standing or the numb eyes, he could tell the soldier's aura on these people, and they were not ordinary soldiers.

But what made him curious was that the four people did not enter the villa. Instead, they said a few words to Steve, then bypassed the villa and headed straight for the back of the house. After about ten minutes, the four people left the villa with a black box in their hands completely ignored everyone.

"You can't take it away..."

"They can! As Ms. Theron's plenipotent representative, I can drive all the powers of the client, sorry, Sheriff, believe me, I don't want to make things difficult for you, and don't make things difficult for us."

Lawrence looked at the solemnity on lawyer Steve's face, and the veins on his forehead jumped. Thinking of the director's phone call, he smiled bitterly and asked in a low voice: "There is no need to be so big!"

Steve seemed to have not heard it. He watched his subordinates put away all the confidentiality agreement and said in a gentle tone: "Thank you all the police officers for their cooperation. The media may be rushed over after a while. I hope all the police officers can keep their promises. This is just a burglary case like the previous forty-nine cases. After we confirm the losses with Ms. Theron, we will notify the police station, hoping that you can solve the case as soon as possible and recover the lost property of my client. Thank you, please give me a message."

Watching the group walk into the villa, a policeman came to Lawrence with some resentment, "Boss, they are too much..."

"We didn't know anything! All we saw in the villa was the privacy of the owner. After all, they were Oscar winners and their popularity was around the world. Fifty thefts occurred in a row for several consecutive days. It was our dereliction of duty. Don't consider anything else. Let the brothers who have entered the villa take care of their mouths. This time... "The more Lawrence spoke, the less he spoke, and in the end he just said to himself: "It's really going to be in big trouble!"

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"Don't worry, listen to me, my dear, don't worry, I will handle it. Just a few photos from a digital camera can't explain anything. Didn't your diary be with you? Then there's nothing wrong. Don't worry, I will handle it well. Don't be excited... My people have rushed over to deal with it, don't worry, really, everything is mine..."

While whispering to comfort Charlize Theron on the phone, Andy listened to the sound of the Beverly Hills mansion coming from another cell phone. "Ding..." The message prompt made Andy hang up the phone at the mansion site, pick it up and read the text message, "Boss, we have already set off and arrive in Los Angeles in two hours!"
Chapter completed!