Fang Yuanshan, who had been waiting in the villa for a few days, did not see the police coming to him, which made him a little confused for a while. According to Gabriel's mind, it was impossible for him to think of himself, so there was only one possibility: the Bray family did not tell the police about the filth between them!

Since he doesn't want the police to intervene, he won't run to the police station stupidly and say, "Hey! Why don't you come and ask me?"

Arnold and the others came back yesterday. I believe he knew what he should know, but none of them showed any intention of exploring the truth. It turned out that what was going on and what was going on now, as if that matter had been erased from their minds.

He also thought about this in the past two days, and he was still a little impulsive when he did this! Although there should be no direct evidence outside to find him, Locke and his friends were not in Brazil when the burglary occurred, which was a bit of a problem if someone wanted to investigate.

The weather is not good today, and the sky outside is always gloomy. If nothing unexpected happens, a heavy rain should come in the evening. At this time, the Rio police station was brightly lit, and the phones in the office building were coming one after another in the morning, and most of them were reporters calling to consult the progress of the case, and some enthusiastic citizens were also concerned about the answer.

Cale Foster is the director of the Rio Police Department. His office phone number has been blew up in the past few days, all about theft of the Motor City. The Federal Police Department also issued a final order to him: If the citizens cannot be given a satisfactory explanation within a week, the matter will be taken over by the state federal government.

"These bastards want me to take the blame? No way! Since you want to check it, let you check it out."

Foster picked up the phone on the table and pressed the dial button: "Larry, give the state a call. They will take over this matter and hand over the case file."

"Dongdongdongdongdong..."

"Come in!" Foster, who had just put down the phone, heard the office door being knocked from outside and said casually.

Seeing the person coming in clearly, he sat down and said, "Is there any progress?"

The person who came in was called "Morris", the sheriff in charge of theft in the Motor City. Morris walked to the chair in front of his desk and sat down, pulled his collar and said, "There is no progress. Gabriel bit her and refused to let go. He insisted that it was an ordinary theft case and did not provide any useful clues."

"We have investigated all the security personnel in the Motor City. There is no criminal record and social relations are very simple. In addition, there is no good news at the airport. The Panamanian freighter is temporarily docked. We have sent a joint investigation notice to the Interpol. No reply has been received yet."

Hearing this, Foster unbuttoned the neckline two, loosened the tie and leaned on the back of the chair for a while before saying, "I just agreed to the state take over this case."

"Hey dear Caleb, we can..."

Foster, who was leaning on the back of the chair, waved his hands tiredly, then sat down, crossed his hands on the desk in front of him, looked into his eyes and said, "Man, I will retire in two years. I want to get my pension safely, so that I can drink and go fishing in the sea in the future."

He raised his hand and interrupted Morris's mouth to speak, and then said, "I have read the file of this case. The technique is very professional. Since this group of people is so professional, why do you steal cars? Have you ever thought about it?"

“That batch of cars…”

Before he finished speaking, Foster continued, "I know what you mean, you want to say that the price of those cars is also very expensive, right?"

"The stolen cars are not worth less, but you have to know that since this group of people can emptie the entire warehouse, what can they do? Why do you want to steal cars? Have you ever thought about this question?"

"I..."

After Foster asked this, Morris, who had been busy searching for clues these days, was speechless for a moment, thought for a while and said, "What do you mean?"

"Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, it will definitely be a personal revenge!"

"Since these people have great magical powers that use large freighters to steal cars and accessories, they must be more than just for money! Even if they find out in the end, they will definitely be inevitable. Do you understand what I mean?"

After hearing his words, Morris thought silently on the chair for a while, then took out a box of "free" from his pocket to signal it. When he saw Foster wavering his hand and saying no, he took out the lighter and lit it.

He took a deep breath of cigarette and said, "Cale, I believe that as long as you pry open the old Bree's mouth, you will definitely find that group of thieves!"

"Morris, you still don't understand! The question now is not whether you can find that group of people, but that there is no evidence to arrest him. Do you understand?"

"This group of people has a lot of magical powers to rent freighters to transport cars and accessories. Adding other costs is no longer a small amount. If there is no conclusive evidence, we can't sue this group. Do you understand?"

"Okay! I know, I will make a handover material." After saying that, Morris took down the cigarette on his mouth and put it in the ashtray to extinguish it, then stood up and said, "Then I'll go out first!"

Watching Sheriff Morris walk out of the house, Foster rubbed his forehead with his hands. It was not that he didn't want to handle this case, but that he climbed from a small military policeman to the position of the chief of the Rio City Police Station. It was not that he had obtained it by flattering, but that the merits of repeatedly solving major cases allowed him to sit in his current position.

It was the intuition he had done for decades that told him that the opponent he met this time was definitely not an ordinary thief, but an international thief with all kinds of abilities. His age was about to reach the station, and he could no longer have the chance of promotion. He didn't want to get mutton and get flirted.

At this time, the "International Thief" was drinking flower tea and chatting on the phone in the back garden!

"Yes! That's great. Can you wait a few days if you don't mind? I think I need to go out for a few days, and how about calling you next Friday at the latest?"

After putting down the phone, he thought that it was time to leave for Japan. Betty just called and said she wanted to come over to have a trip. Fang Yuanshan still had a lot of things waiting for him to do! But it turned out that he was talking to himself. Now that the beauty is coming, he is really unreasonable. Fortunately, Betty is quite reasonable and promised to wait for him to come back to Brazil before coming over to play.

Fang Yuanshan, who had been resting in the villa for a few days, received a call from Peter in the middle. The owner of the car dealer did not mention what happened in the family, nor did he try to find out any news from him. He just said that the family was willing to pay the freight and asked him to wait for a few more days.
Chapter completed!