When Chen Zhao arrived at the police station, he saw that David was there too.
"Hey, Chen, what did you do this time?"
"I'm a victim."
"Come on, you're a victim." David knew Chen Zhao too well. He scoffed at Chen Zhao's answer.
The officer who brought Chen Zhao back said, "David, this gentleman is indeed a victim."
"What happened to him?"
"He met a few robbers and …"
"He beat all the robbers down, didn't he?"
The officer rolled his eyes. It seemed that David knew Chen Zhao very well.
"When can I meet robbers too? I'm so jealous."
"David, there's something wrong with your focus."
"Chen, are you going to give a statement? Let me take your statement. "
David brought Chen Zhao into a compartment.
"David, do me a favor."
"What favor?"
"It's Fali's father …"
Chen Zhao told David what he was thinking.
David had a headache. Technically, he should help Chen Zhao.
But this was between Chen Zhao and Fali's father.
Americans rarely interfered with other people's family matters.
Even the best of friends wouldn't interfere with other people's family matters.
This was the respect and privacy that friends had for each other.
But Chen Zhao had said it himself.
"Fine."
…
At the moment, Laurent was still at the same spot, waiting for the people they'd hired to send back news.
But after more than an hour, there was still no reply.
"Karim, are the people you hired reliable?"
"Mr. Laurent, they're all actors. How reliable do you expect them to be? Plus, you know Chen's combat ability. If he gets angry, I'm afraid that they'll all be crippled. "
Just then, police sirens sounded in the distance.
Then, more than ten police cars stopped beside Laurent and the others.
"Don't move. Put your hands on the steering wheel."
Usually, when the police arrested a suspect, the suspect had to put his hands where the police could see to prevent the suspect from drawing his gun.
"What are you doing?" Laurent and the others panicked.
They didn't understand what was happening.
"You've hired people to kill. Now, you're officially arrested. Everything you say will be used as evidence in court. "
"What? Hired people to kill? "Laurent was dumbfounded.
"Nonsense, I didn't hire anyone to kill."
"It's that asshole Chen. It must be that asshole," Laurent cursed.
All four of them were brought into the police station.
But soon, Karim, Howard, and Kane were released.
They saw Chen Zhao at the police station. He was chatting with David.
"Chen, did you really do it?"
"That old bastard, let him sober up in the detention room."
David glanced at Chen Zhao. "Chen, I've taken a huge risk for you. I'm being detained illegally."
"It's fine. If that old bastard wants to sue you, just tell him I reported him."
As long as there was a whistleblower and a litigant, the police could at least have a name.
This way, David wouldn't be implicated.
Chen Zhao and Laurent had a personal grudge. Although he had asked for David's help, he wouldn't cause trouble for David.
"Boss … Mr. Laurent was arrested by the police."
"Chen did this?"
"Yes."
"Both of them are troublesome. Whatever, let Laurent sober up in prison. Don't tell Fali about this."
…
The next day, the news of the attack on the Norton Simon Museum and the casualties of many security guards and police officers was reported by all the major media.
News that the robbers had stolen an exhibit worth hundreds of millions of dollars also spread.
The entire United States was in an uproar. This was the largest museum robbery in history.
The underground forces were also mobilized, trying to find out who was behind the attack.
An exhibit worth hundreds of millions of dollars was enough to make anyone drool.
No one could turn a blind eye to this.
Everyone wanted a piece of the action.
However, there was very little information about the robbers.
They were a very professional group of robbers. There was almost no information leaked out.
At the same time, the police were also blocking the information. Their only clue was the robbers who had been killed on the spot.
The police were currently investigating the robbers' identities.
…
The Bonar Society was a private museum.
The owner of the Bonar Club was none other than Bonar.
The public only knew Bonar as a billionaire, collector, philanthropist, and so on.
However, a small number of people knew that Bonar was a black market merchant, a relic dealer, and an art thief.
"Nader, I want to know where the thing is. Where exactly is the thing I want." Bonar's expression was very cold.
"Boss, I'm not lying to you. We didn't get it. It was lost in the gunfight with the police. No … it's in the Norton Simon Museum. They purposely released fake news that it was stolen. In fact, it's still inside," Nader explained.
Bonar's eyes flickered. "In other words, the people in the Norton Simon Museum might be lying to the public? In fact, it was someone from the inside who hid the exhibits? "
This kind of thing was very common. Bonar had made deals with such people before.
The Norton Simon Museum was owned by the state. From the owner to the staff, they were all employed by the state.
Therefore, it could not be ruled out that someone had hidden selfish motives and kept the exhibit for himself, then sold it to the black market.
Many of the items in Bonar's collection had been obtained this way.
"Investigate the Norton Simon Museum and find the suspect. No one can take away my things." Bonar snorted.
…
"Lisa, where did you go last night?" Joe Baler asked.
Lisa raised her head and looked at Joe Baler. "Sir, I slept at Penny's house last night."
"Penny?" Joe Baler remembered that there was indeed a girl named Penny in the math department.
However, this girl's reputation was not very good, and her academic performance was relatively poor.
"Penny had a party last night. She invited me."
Hearing Lisa's answer, Joe Baler was not unhappy. Instead, he looked relieved.
After all, Lisa had gone to a classmate's party, which was something to be happy about.
It meant that Lisa could blend in with her classmates.
"Remember to tell me next time you go to a classmate's party. You didn't answer my calls. I don't object to you going to a classmate's party, but you should at least tell me."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"Have you been drinking?"
"No …" Lisa answered.
"That's good. You're underage."
Lisa had been prepared before she took action last night. She had even thought of an excuse to answer Joe Baler.
There were so many people at Penny's party that they wouldn't notice her.
So, she could say that she was at the party.
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