Withers felt that things were getting tricky. When he couldn't find anything, Sal and the other three bosses looked at him angrily.
"Sir, are you going to tell us that it's April Fool's today?"
Withers shrugged. "Can I?"
As soon as he said that, Sal's subordinate smashed a beer bottle on his head.
The plainclothes took out their guns and aimed at Sal and the others.
The Mexican gangsters weren't afraid at all. They blocked the bullets for Sal and the others and confronted the police.
Withers shook his head, feeling dizzy. He gritted his teeth and waved his hands. His subordinates didn't open fire because he knew that they had guns too.
"I'll complain to your superior." Sal blew on his cigar and snorted at Withers.
Withers waved his hand and left with his men.
He'd just barged in and didn't find anything. He didn't have a search warrant either. Moreover, his target was a capable Mexican gangster. He was definitely going to be sued.
He was going to be charged with slandering someone.
Withers' subordinates bandaged Withers' head with gauze. When they went downstairs, they passed by Lin Dong.
Lin Dong walked into the suite. Sal and the others greeted him warmly.
"My master won't be coming up. That's all for today. I'm here to get the money."
"I'm ready." Sal shook his head.
The bank card for this morning's earnings was prepared. His subordinate handed it to Lin Dong.
"See you tonight," Lin Dong said and walked down the stairs. When he passed the retreating police officers.
Withers glanced at Lin Dong casually.
Asian.
Thump!
Withers seemed to recall something. His pupils instantly widened!
Cafe!
That Asian!
He shouted a few orders with his phone!
"Let's go to Alicia Casino!"
Withers came to the office in Alicia Casino. The person in charge was yelling. When he saw Withers, he slammed the document on the table. He said in a low voice, "Officer Withers, please tell me what to do with the money."
This was the money report that the finance department had prepared this morning.
"I felt something was wrong when there was a million-dollar bet this morning. As expected, it's those people. Another 100 million is gone! "
Withers looked at the bill and said to the technician, "Can you check the surveillance footage for me? Let me take a look at the videos of the people who exchanged for the million chips. "
The technician showed Withers a few videos. After eliminating other people, the technician only focused on those who gambled once and left.
Finally, it locked onto the three people in front.
"Check for me, what numbers did the three of them bet?" Withers asked.
Because in his mind, he remembered that the Asian man in the cafe shouted three commands into his phone, big, small!
After the technician synchronized the opening scene with the gamblers' images, he found that the results of the simultaneous opening were: "The first person bet big and won one million. Then, he bet big and won two million. Then, he bet small and won four million!"
Withers felt as if his brain had been struck by lightning, and he froze on the spot.
The answer was exactly the same!
That man!
It was that person! The guy who had given him a total of three orders, big and small, was exactly the same as the one who had won the bet!
The mastermind that he couldn't find for a long time was giving orders right in front of him!
Swoosh!
Withers directly rushed out of the casino and ran towards that cafe. But when he got to the cafe, that guy was already gone!
Humiliation!
Endless humiliation! That guy definitely knew that he was from the FBI and was in charge of this case, but this mastermind purposely stole all the money from the casino right in front of him! And he didn't even know about it!
Withers felt the humiliation he had never experienced in his entire life!
This was the first time someone stepped on his nose and humiliated him ever since he started investigating cases.
Withers suddenly hated Asians very much.
He saw the back of an Asian man in the corner and immediately went over to pull him, thinking that it was Xu Cheng.
But when that Asian man turned around, he realized that it wasn't him. That Asian man looked at him in confusion and said, "What's up?"
"Nothing, go back to your country." Withers was already angry, and now he directly said something inappropriate.
"I'm going to sue you for racial discrimination!"
"Whatever you want!" Withers said and left.
When he returned to the casino, his men were already finishing up. His assistant came over and said to him, "The higher-ups want you to go back to HQ. They might be questioning you."
Withers bitterly smiled.
At this moment, the person in charge of Alicia Casino came out and roared at him, "I already filed a complaint against you, you bunch of trash!"
Withers came to the FBI headquarters and went into his boss's office. Sitting across from him was his boss with his hands on his hips, and in his hands was a pile of complaints about Withers.
"Look at these, what did you do?" His boss angrily glanced at him. "Sal and the other Mexican gangsters, complaints from the four casinos questioning your professionalism. They suspect that you took the money but didn't do the job, what a disgrace. And this report, if this report gets exposed, not only you, even we will be under pressure from the public. You clearly know that more and more rich Asians like to travel here, but you are still discriminating against them. Do you know what racial discrimination means here? If this report gets exposed, the FBI is done for, understand? What exactly are you doing? "
Looking at the bandage on his head, Withers said, "I was blinded by a beer bottle."
"Why didn't they just beat you to death?" His boss was furious. "Sal and his gang clearly know that their identities are sensitive. You should be more careful when dealing with them. It's fine that you broke in the first time. I took the pressure and helped you deal with it. But the second time, you broke into private territory. Have you eaten up my personal privacy? Why did you break in without a search warrant? This time, they only gave you a headbutt, not a bullet! "
Withers said, "Don't worry, sir. It won't happen again."
"There's a next time?" His boss glared at him. "The higher-ups want you to take a vacation and get someone else to take over. The four casinos in the casinos say that you're not qualified for this case, and they want us to get someone more capable to take over."
Withers was unhappy. "Sir! I already know who the mastermind is! "
His boss asked, "Who?"
Withers said, "An Asian!"
His boss sneered. "You were just discriminating against an Asian, and now you're saying that the mastermind is an Asian? Do you want to make a scene? Do you want to kill the FBI? "
Withers didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I know what he looks like."
His boss said, "Fine, do you have any evidence?"
Withers said, "I … don't …"
His boss sighed. "Go on vacation. Get someone else to take over. I've already removed your team from this case. Go hand over your work later."
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