Chapter 7 Disagreement
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Jovi's g*n shop.
A Dodge Challenger stopped in front of the shop and two men, a bald white man and a young man with black hair, got out.
Davy and Luke from robbery-homicide.
The two went into the g*n shop one after the other.
The room was filled with all kinds of guns, pistols, rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles, etc. .
Dazed, Luke went to the counter and flashed his badge. “Who's The Boss?”
A bearded middle-aged man was cleaning a rifle on the counter. “What's wrong with me being the owner of this store?”
“I'm Detective Luke. This is Detective Davy,” Luke said, pulling a picture of the suspect, Tim, out of his pocket
The boss takes one look, “No.”
Luke pulled out another image of a modified taser. “Does this g*n look familiar?”
The owner put down the cotton cloth and glanced at it. “X26-C Taser. I still have a few in my shop.
Sir, if you want, I can give you a 15% discount.”
“It's not just a taser. The voltage and the magazine have been modified. It's much more powerful than a taser.
Last night, the man in the picture used this g*n to commit a robbery. According to him, the g*n was bought from your store.
You have some modified Taser guns in your store, and I need a list of customers who buy them.”
The boss was silent for a moment, then shook his head. “I'm just a g*n salesman. I'm in the legal business. There are no modified taser guns in the store. You're looking in the wrong place.”
Luke looks around and points to the overhead camera. “Pull up the monitor. I want to see it.”
“Sir, I'm happy to cooperate if you have a warrant.”
Impatiently, Davy leaned over the counter. “Hey, it's not going to be a security camera when I come in with a warrant.
Do you want to shut down or go to the police station?
It will make you feel at home.”
The boss was a little upset, but he was still afraid. He pointed at the camera and said, “That's a fake. I have so many big treasures in my shop. I don't need that kind of crap at all.”
“Then we need to talk in private,” Davy said, checking the camera and pointing to the attendant at the next counter. “Either get them out of here or come with me to the police station.”
The Boss said to the two waiters, “Go to the back and stock up.”
Davy tapped his finger on the taser photo on the counter. “I need a list of clients who bought this gun.”
“I told you, we don't sell modified Taser here,” the boss said firmly.
Davy picked up the rifle parts on the counter and began assembling them. “A civilian M16 semi-automatic rifle,” he said, “Has a 10-round magazine
“Are you trying to scare me?”
“When I'm finished, I'll shoot you if you don't tell me.”
The boss looked at Luke. “Sir, I've been threatened. Won't you stop him?”
Luke hesitated.
According to police regulations, he should have stopped Davy before he made a bigger mess.
But reason told him not to.
As partners, even if do not agree with Davy's way of investigating the case, also can not be in front of the investigators to argue... . ... must stand by him at this moment.
“You have so many guns in your shop, it's normal for them to go off occasionally.
We only came to help because we heard gunshots, and if you're hurt, I'll call 911.” Luke crouched down and covered his ears,
“This bastard will do anything. Good luck with that.”
Davy assembled the g*n, loaded it, and pointed it at the boss's head,
“Time's Up!”
Dad raised his hands. “Don't shoot! I said. But I won't admit it outside this door.”
“I just want the client list. I don't care about the rest of it.”
The owner's forehead was beaded with sweat. “There was only one modified Taser in the store, and I only sold it to him.”
“Why Lie?”
“I don't want any trouble.”
“Where'd you get the modified Taser?”
“It was put on sale by a man nicknamed 'The Postman' .”
“Why are you selling for him?”
“A normal taser costs $1,000, a modified taser costs $3,000, and I just wanted to see if it would sell.”
“I want his real name, contact information?”
“I don't know. He found the store.
We are cash transactions. He is very famous in the modification of firearms. Everyone calls him ‘postman’."
"If you dare to lie or conceal ..."
"I swear to God, I only know this."
David wiped the grip of the M16 with a cotton cloth and put it back on the counter. "Give you a suggestion, the monitoring is still installed."
Luke left the g*n shop.
After getting in the car, Luke put away his pistol and leaned on the seat with a long breath, "You're over."
David poured half a bottle of mineral water, "I know this kind of person, he won't say if he doesn't do so."
"You are so aggressive, there are other ways. I don't want to hold a Glock pistol in the g*n shop, making me feel like a fool."
“It's the quickest way,” Davy said, glancing at Luke again. “You've really changed.”
“You have to grow up.”
Luke, a former Interpol agent, is not used to this kind of investigation.
For the first time in my life, I was negotiating in a room full of guns and ammunition.
He was worried that a couple of store clerks were gonna show up out of nowhere with semi-automatic rifle guns.
"f**k!"
Never go on a mission with this lunatic again.
......
Luke got off the bus halfway.
When walking, my legs are still a little weak, and this feeling is very uncomfortable.
Flying Bar.
Business hours are from eleven to two in the morning.
Luke entered the bar. The hall was empty. There were more waiters than customers.
“Luke, this is the first time I've seen you in the middle of the day.”
“Me too.”
“What can I Get You?”
Luke sat down at the bar. “One chicken curry with rice.”
“Where's the drink?”
“Don't tempt me into making a mistake. If I get fired from the police, I won't be able to take care of your business.”
“You came all the way out here for Chicken Curry and rice?”
Luke took a scratch-off from her pocket and put it on the bar. “Cash it before I finish my lunch.
I want cash.”
“Wow, you won $8,000!”
“Any questions?”
“No, it's just that in all my years of playing scratchers, I've never spent more than $500.
Man, you are so lucky.”
Luke is also aware of the problem, such as winning the lottery, once or twice, good, the number of times it is easy to be targeted.
Luke needs a long, reasonable way to cash out.
After dinner, Luke got the money.
This idea is more firm.
The $8,000 prize went to Luke, and there was only about $7,000.
Lottery winnings are taxable, and the higher the jackpot, the higher the tax rate.
Precisely what Luke needs is a long-term liquidity channel that allows for reasonable tax avoidance...
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