Chapter 353： : Offer a reward to open the way

Boston is shrouded in fog and clouds in the early morning, and the villas backed by Wachusett Mountain are like fairyland.

An official car with a ZF license plate drove up slowly along the mountain road. There were three men and a woman sitting in the car, dressed in casual clothes, but with FBI ID cards pinned to their chests, which was also their passport for a smooth journey.

"This is it." The woman sitting in the co-pilot pointed to a villa and said, "Nicholas' home."

"He's really rich."

A man at the back said rather sourly, but also with a little envy, "I'm afraid it will cost tens of millions of dollars."

Edie, who is the team leader. Barham looked at the subordinate who was talking through the rearview mirror, and joked, "If you don't work as an FBI, but become a star, I think you will soon meet your rich wife who likes you. People living in this area are rich Rich people, and there are many widows." |

This remark made everyone laugh, and the original tense atmosphere was completely emptied.

"After entering, don't say anything, and don't conflict with anyone." Edie. Barham said that after pulling on the handbrake and unfastening the seat belt, he pushed the door and got out of the car. He sniffed the air greedily, feeling fresh and intoxicating. With his left hand in his pocket, he rang the doorbell with his right.

After a while, a hole in the iron door was pulled open, revealing a pair of eyes.

"Who are you looking for, gentlemen?"

"I'm FBI Edie Barham. I have something I want to ask Mr. Nicholas about the details of the villa bombing."

The inquiring bodyguard glanced at the four people, "Please wait a moment." Then, he picked up the intercom phone hanging on the wall and reported in, and welcomed them in after receiving instructions from inside. .

At first I thought it looked grand enough from the outside, but when I walked in, I realized it was just the tip of the iceberg.

There is still a little distance to enter from the gate, and you have to take a ferry to get in. The potted plants and vegetation along the road seem to be of great value...

Money can really make people restrained sometimes.

Edie. Barham obviously felt that the emotions of the guys were gradually being suppressed, but he didn't want to say anything more. The annual salary of an FBI may not be as good as a pet. People in this world are never the same. The so-called human rights in the capitalist society , It’s just a protective measure used by those capitalists to protect leeks, it’s just a joke.

The shuttle bus with a speed of only thirty or forty yards drove for about four or five minutes before arriving at the destination. At the door, a man in a suit was standing. When he saw them, he nodded and smiled politely, "Please Come with me, Mr. Nicholas is waiting for you inside."

This is of course a little angel, who was pulled out to act as a "steward".

Tang Dao thought about finding a "British-style" housekeeper, or housekeeping manager. They can provide employers with various services from etiquette to housekeeping, and they are different from ordinary housekeepers. They are loyal and full of gentlemanly etiquette. The annual salary is 250,000 pounds, and the highest can reach 1.2 million pounds!

But the most important thing is that this kind of butler is not easy to find.

I can only let the little angel make a guest appearance.

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Edie. Barham finally met Nicholas.

The rich man who caused repercussions in the high society in Washington, of course, is also full of information in the FBI file room.

He knows what the other party did to start his business, and he also has a deep relationship with the military. The business may be illegal, but it depends on who you do it with. If the person who makes the rules accepts you, then you are a protected class.

"Hi, Mr. Nicholas, nice to meet you."

Tang Dao smiled brightly at the corner of his mouth, and shook hands with the other party, "I am also very glad to meet you, Mr. Edie Barham, please sit down, what do you want to drink? Coffee or juice? Or you can try tea."

He has such a warm attitude towards everyone.

"Coffee is fine, thank you." Edie. Barham said, looking at the sofa behind him, he sat down with his hands on his lap, "We came this time to learn more about the bombing, and the only murderer, Ferdinand, is already in prison dead."

"Dead?" Tang Dao was full of surprise, frowned and then looked a little ugly.

this acting...

He already knew that Ferdinand was dead at the first moment, but he always had to be a little surprised, and his acting skills were soaring online every day.

Edie. Barham is also an old intelligence agent with more than ten years of experience. He has learned micro-expression, and he can understand it from Tang Dao's twitching skin and eyes. Protruding his chin, motioned for her to start recording.

"I want to know, who else was with you that day?"

"I'm having breakfast with Mr. Charlie, which should be in your first-hand information." Tang Dao said.

"That's why someone tampered with Mr. Charlie's car, but why didn't the bomb detonate immediately, sorry, I'm just suspicious." Edie. Barham raised his head and continued to ask.

Tang Dao took a sip of the green tea in front of him, and the enthusiasm in his tone was significantly reduced, "Sir, this should be your responsibility, I am not God, if I knew who the murderer was, he should have knelt on the ground with me now." Sorry."

In other words, you are useless.

This kind of bombing is rare even in the country where guns are rampant, and there is no sign of it until now. Even if Tang Dao flips the table now, the other party can only endure it.

Edie. Barham said vaguely, "The case is being processed."

"Ferdinand's death is a good breakthrough, isn't it? Who would go to prison to kill him? Except silence, because he knows too much, those behind the scenes are afraid that he will be confessed, it's that simple." Tang Knife is still teaching them how to solve crimes.

"We all understand this, please believe us, I have one last question."

Tang Dao leaned back slightly, "Please speak."

"Our files show that you are engaged in international cargo transportation. Is it possible that your enemy is revenge against you?" Edie. Barham still said this very euphemistically, because only he has seen the file at the headquarters, and no one else has the authority to understand it.

International cargo shipping?

It's a good title.

enemy?

Tang Dao has many enemies. Those retail investors in Africa who sell food money also hate him to death, and large-scale enterprises are strangled by him and his allies in the North African and South African markets. Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents!

But his intuition always felt that the attack on the employees of the umbrella company in Africa was essentially related to the attack on himself this time!

Even for a person, he doesn't know where the evidence came from It's just a simple feeling.

The other party may also be an organization, wanting to attack him.

The only person with a clue is now dead...

This thing is full of weirdness.

Edie. Barham stared at Tang Dao. Looking at him like that, he couldn't ask any useful value. He felt regretful and stood up. "I've finished asking my questions. I'm very glad of your cooperation, Mr. Nicholas."

"This is what I should do." Tang Dao said casually, and then seemed to think of something, "Mr. Edie Barham, please help me bring a message to all your colleagues in the FBI." The latter was confused Shui looked at him, and heard Tang Dao say, "I offer a reward of 2 million US dollars, as long as someone can find the murderer who killed Ferdinand, anyone can come to me to receive the reward, anyone!"

He put special emphasis on the last four words.

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