At night, Luke met up with Frank and exchanged information.
Luke probably knew everything that Frank knew.
What Luke knew, Frank might not know.
After being hypnotized, D.A. Reyes confessed her thoughts, and Luke told Frank everything he knew.
Frank was silent.
Luke didn't say anything either.
Was it revenge? How could he take revenge? What counted as revenge? There were countless answers to these three questions.
There was no doubt that DA Reyes wasn't a good person.
However, when she planned to arrest the three parties in the park, she had never thought of harming ordinary civilians.
This wasn't what she had envisioned, and would lead to her entering politics. That was the last thing she wanted.
It was a pity that she, who was full of ambition, did have the idea of advancing rashly.
Worried that the three parties would be alarmed and cancel the deal, she hadn't evacuated the civilians before the operation.
As long as she evacuated the civilians in advance, whether it was to alert the three parties or to evacuate Frank's family, she would be able to avoid a tragedy.
Thinking about it that way, it seemed that she was the cause of the deaths of Frank's family.
In fact, it wasn't so simple to judge.
It was only natural for the police to catch thieves.
Putting civilians in danger to catch thieves was an unavoidable problem for all the police in America, although the severity varied.
In a gunfight between the police and criminals, civilians could be accidentally injured at any time. Did that mean that the police didn't have guns at all?
That was obviously impossible.
DA Reyes had made a serious mistake in this matter, but it wasn't a crime that deserved death.
In terms of the consequences, most of the felons in America deserved to die more than she did.
After waiting for a long time, Frank's expression changed, but he still couldn't make up his mind.
Luke knew that he had already made up his mind.
In the end, Frank wasn't a natural criminal. He was a soldier who had done many dirty things for the sake of the country, but he had always had a bottom line.
The fact that he hadn't made up his mind after so long meant that he wasn't determined to kill DA Reyes.
Luke finally said, "I think we can put District Attorney Reyes's case aside. I have a question. If we can solve it, you won't have to worry about DA Reyes anymore. "
After a brief silence, Frank nodded. "Go ahead."
"Blacksmith!" Luke said the name of the key figure.
Frank's attention was instantly focused as he looked up at him.
Luke said, "The key to this incident is this blacksmith. He initiated the trade, and that's what caused everything to happen. "
Frank asked, "You mean, find him?"
But what did this have to do with Reyes's autopsy? He was at a loss.
Luke nodded. "It's said that this blacksmith has a huge supply of drugs, at least a ton at a time. How is he going to get this amount of smuggling in? "
Frank frowned. "If it's smuggling, it's most likely from Mexico? He has deep ties with the Mexican cartel. "
Luke shook his head. "No, the Mexican cartel does have a lot of goods, but most of them enter the United States in multiple batches, and rarely do a one-off wholesale operation. They were more willing to break up the goods and sell them to smaller groups that cooperated with them for higher profits. There's no need for them to gather the drugs that have already entered the market in batches and then wholesale them all at once. This won't do them any good. "
Frank nodded slightly.
The Mexican cartel might not have a lot of things, but it definitely did not lack manpower.
There were countless ordinary people in Mexico who were willing to work as "mules" for the Mexican cartel and smuggle goods into the United States in small batches through various channels.
This way, the risk would be reduced, and the higher-ups wouldn't be implicated. At most, they would be able to catch some thugs escorting the trucks.
Gathering all the goods together would only lead to more accidents and losses.
Luke paused for a moment before he continued, "You have to calm down, at least until we catch the blacksmith and confirm that it's him."
Frank said, "Speak."
…
Half an hour later, Luke helplessly took out the med kit and wrapped Frank's bloody hands. "Didn't I say that the situation isn't certain? You're not thinking of looking for him on your own, are you? "
Frank panted. "He's mine!"
Luke said angrily, "Do you believe that I won't knock him out and throw him in front of you right now? Five of his ribs are broken, and he's agitated. Are you sure you're not going to die? "
Frank glared at him with bloodshot eyes. "I'll be very calm before he gives me an answer."
Luke curled his lip and didn't comment on that. "Let's go. I think you can't wait any longer. Let's get this over with tonight."
He and Frank both knew that their previous speculation was very likely to be correct.
Unless the other party stubbornly refused to speak, "blacksmith" was dead for sure tonight.
The reason why Luke wanted to go with Frank was naturally to use Basic Hypnosis and Mental Communication to squeeze out all of Blacksmith's remaining value.
Considering the fact that Frank had saved Robert's life three times, Luke would hand over the blacksmith boss to Frank.
But Blacksmith's goods and connections were all in Luke's bag.
They were all experience and credit points.
…
Smiling, Ray Schoonover rubbed his son's head and watched as his wife coaxed him to take a shower and go to bed.
He sat down on the sofa and pressed the remote control to switch the TV series to several news channels.
After a long while, he frowned and stopped. "There's no movement from Frank?"
There wasn't any murder on the news, so he could only turn off the TV and think about what to do next.
The sound of the TV disappeared, and the room fell silent.
Leaning back on the sofa, Ray's heart suddenly tightened. Something wasn't right. Where was the sound of his wife coaxing his son to sleep?
The little guy would pester his wife to tell him stories every night, and he always asked questions. It would take him ten to twenty minutes to fall asleep.
He had been watching the news on TV just now, and hadn't noticed the noise in the room.
Now, the whole room was as quiet as a haunted house.
Apart from his own breathing and the faint sound of the wind outside the room, he couldn't hear anything else.
Ray reached into the side of the sofa and felt a gun hidden there as he slowly scanned the room.
He didn't move his eyes quickly, but tried to use his peripheral vision to look for any approaching danger.
Crack!
With a sound, the door was unlocked.
The sound of metal clanking was the same as when most people entered a door.
But Ray knew that it definitely wasn't his family.
Only his wife and he had keys, and both of them were in the room.
He was just about to pull out his gun when he heard a low voice from the door. "Ray, long time no see."
Ray's hand paused, but there was a surprised expression on his face. "Frank, is that you?"
He got up and turned to the door. His right hand, along with the gun in the gap between the sofa, was behind him.
A burly figure walked in. "It's me."
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