Four Hundred and Sixty-One: We Don’t Even Know How to Do It

The four bosses were angry at the same time.

Sal turned around and asked the men next to him: "Didn't you find anyone from the FBI?"

The subordinate lowered his head in shame: "Boss, they are traveling in plain clothes."

"Trash, are you still waiting for a policeman to wear a uniform before you know he is a policeman? In that case, do I need you to remind me that I am blind?"

The other big guys nodded: "If Mr. Fang hadn't discovered it early this time, the problem would have been huge. You should take precautions as soon as possible. Whoever hinders everyone in this matter will die!"

"Hurry up and ask the brothers below to retreat. Cancel today."

"yes!"

Withers, who was outside in casual clothes, stared at the gang members eating breakfast across the street. Good guys, they were all in a breakfast shop. They seemed to be very orderly.

At this time, a guy who came to order seemed to say something casually to the gang members, and whispered in the ear of a small leader.

Then Withers noticed that the group of people were paying their bills and leaving one after another. Some got on the tram and some got into the taxi. Anyway, no one was going to gamble.

Withers looked at them more like they were leaving.

He has a bad heart!

"Someone has leaked our operation!" Withers said into the headset: "Check the suspicious people around. The guy who whispered at the reporting interface just now, take him down!"

Suddenly, plainclothes policemen pretending to be talking on the phone in a phone booth, pretending to be reading newspapers on public chairs, and pretending to be walking around immediately rushed over and grabbed the guy who reported the information to the gang members.

"FBI, please cooperate with us."

The gangster who was caught said angrily: "Why are you arresting me?"

Withers rushed over and asked angrily: "What did you just say to them?"

Younger brother: "I didn't say anything."

Withers grabbed his collar: "Don't play tricks. Who asked you to tell them to cancel today's operation? If you don't say anything, you will look good!"

"What are you doing, arresting me? What evidence do you have? What charges do you have to arrest me? Officer Withers, believe it or not, if you arrest me, someone will immediately accuse you of FBI arresting citizens for nothing to make up for?"

"You!" Withers was speechless.

But it's true. You can't just arrest people here. The police will be prosecuted.

At this moment, his men immediately ran over: "Boss, we found a major clue. Do you remember the four major gangsters in the black market in Mexico?"

"What's wrong?"

"They stayed in the casino hotel. Based on clues, we found out that they sometimes stayed in the hotel for several days in a row in the past four weeks, which was very consistent with the dates when the casino lost money."

"Have they come today?"

"Arrived, our people found them in a hotel suite."

"Let's go!" Withers immediately ran to the hotel.

When they rushed over, the four bosses were scolding some of their subordinates for their poor performance in the suite.

Xu Cheng has left.

When Withers and others opened the door to the suite, they saw four big guys sitting on chairs smoking cigars.

"Sal, Moro, Charlie, Amanda. Four gentlemen, I wonder what you are doing here?" Withers walked in and stared at them curiously.

Sal and the other four bosses were not nervous at all and continued to smoke their cigarettes.

"We are playing cards here, are we in your way, sir?"

"No, but we have captured a person, so we are here to ask if he is one of your people?" Withers said, and his men pulled the boy who reported the news over.

Sal asked calmly: "Did he commit any crime?"

Withers was looking in the suite to see if there were any surveillance equipment or other clues that could see through the casino downstairs. Those ghosts, but when we came to arrest them, this gentleman didn’t know what he said to them, and everyone dispersed, you wouldn’t say you don’t know this guy, right?”

"We know him." Sal said bluntly: "He is my younger brother. If there is no crime, please let him go."

"We are taking him away to cooperate with the investigation," Withers said.

Thrall walked directly in front of Withers and confronted him. He showed one of his gold teeth and said, "Can't you understand people? Let him go."

"Okay." Withers let him go directly, then spread his hands and said: "Let's be honest, how did you manage to gamble without losing? I know it was you, those suspicious people below They are all people with gang background. Our FBI will know after checking that you are all smart people. I know that you have a deep background in the United States. However, Las Vegas is the representative city of the United States, and casinos are even more protected. , if you come openly, the casino will follow, but using some dirty tricks, isn't it a bit too much? I know that my status is not qualified to talk to the four of you, but I can issue a notice to the four of you on behalf of the FBI, If you insist on going your own way, you will face war with us!"

Sal directly pulled out a gun from his younger brother's waist and put it in Withers' hand, and said threateningly: "Come on, even if I admit that we are, then you will kill me?"

Withers certainly couldn't shoot.

Sal grinned: "There's no evidence, right? Then shut up your **** and be careful when you speak. We don't commit crimes in the United States. We are good people. You can't discriminate against people because of our backgrounds, understand? I know you guys The law above your head does not allow you to be racially discriminatory? I know you are useless and can't find anything, so don't threaten us not to do this. You are the police and we are the gangsters. You use your methods to defeat us. It’s understandable, but please don’t be more shameless than us, okay?”

"Okay." Withers had no way to capture them directly.

If the cheating behavior is not caught, the case cannot be decided, and the funds won were all won under legitimate winnings and losses, and they cannot be recovered at all.

"But I will keep an eye on you every day! I want to see how you can manage without losing a game."

After saying that, Withers waved his hand: "Let's go!"

As soon as he left, Sal and the three big guys looked at each other and laughed contemptuously.

The FBI in the United States, not to mention foreigners, even American citizens hate them. Many times they like to use chicken feathers as tokens. In fact, it is just like that. They are like the imperial guards in the Ming Dynasty. Everyone can kill them. Basically, they have some private rights but ignore the personal rights and interests of many citizens, which makes many citizens dislike dealing with them.

Sal took a puff of cigarette and blew it before saying: "I don't even know how people do it. How can I tell you? Silly!"