Chapter 406

Luke was just trying to get along, poking around after the FBI, and who would have thought he’d accidentally take credit for it.

He arrested Jorge, and it was embarrassing.

Originally just wanted to have a mouthful of soup, but the meat went into his mouth of its own accord, let Luke spit it out, he couldn’t afford to do so.

But a group of FBI is watching from the side, Luke is not good to take the credit alone.

Anthony handed a cigarette, put his arm around his shoulder, and the two went aside to discuss.

In the end, both sides decided to have a joint interrogation.

The interrogation place wasn’t at the police station, but a secret FBI stronghold.

This was also to create an invisible pressure on Gyorgy during the interrogation.

Inside an empty, dilapidated factory building.

A man wearing a black hood and handcuffed hands and feet was held down on a chair.

Around the chair stood four men, Luke, Jackson, Anthony, and a Chicano agent under him.

The Chicano agent stepped forward and removed Gyorgy’s hood.

Jorj looked up, his eyes scanning around, some panic in his demeanor.

Anthony sat down on the broken table next to him and condescended, “Hey, boy, what’s your name?”

“Jorge.”

“Full name?”

“Jorj Sal.” His eyes surveyed his surroundings warily, “Where is this?”

“That’s not a good question, everyone who knows the location of this place is dead, do you want to be next?”

Jorge Sal shook his head, “Why did you bring me here?”

Anthony didn’t answer, asking instead, “Where are the oil paintings?”

Jorge Sal was silent.

Luke pulled up a chair and sat down as well, turning to Jorj Sal, “Do you want to walk out of here?”

Jorj Sal shuddered slightly and nodded, “I want to.”

“Then help us find the painting and I promise you can walk out of here.” Luke patted him on the shoulder with a look that said I’ve got my eye on you.

Jorge Sal looked over at Jackson and the Chicano agent and realized that both men were also looking at him with fiery eyes.

He got a little chill and his body shook again.

That was what Luke and Anthony wanted.

Instead of choosing to bring Jorge Sal to the police station or the official FBI offices, the two men had taken him to a secret stronghold, just to give the other side the impression of a lynching.

In addition, the two men did not ask about the case or the accomplices as soon as they came up, but directly asked about the whereabouts of the oil painting.

It was to leave the other party with the impression that they had a selfish motive, and law enforcement officers were terrifying once they moved to lynch.

”We want the oil painting.

We want the bounty.

That’s why we brought you here.

If you dare not say anything, we are ‘cleaning you up’.

This is not a police station.

There are no human rights, no lawyers, only absolute obedience here.

Dead or alive.”

Thinking of this, Jorj’s body trembled even more.

“Squeak ……”

Next to him, the Mexican-born agent pushed a broken cart over to him, which had all kinds of tools on it, branding irons, sharp awls, hammers, water basins, and so on.

With a tremulous voice, Jorge asked, “What do you want?”

Anthony lit a cigarette and took a drag, “Oil paintings, we just want oil paintings.”

Gyorgy shook his head, “I don’t know where the oil paintings are?”

Anthony smiled, “I’ve seen a lot of tough guys, you’re not the first and you’re not the second.

Hopefully you’ll make some kind of impression on me.” Anthony waved his hand at the Chicano agent, “Over to you.”

Jorge prayed, “Please don’t do this, please.

I really don’t know where the painting is.”

Anthony said, “You think we’re going to let you go by saying you don’t know?”

“I’m telling the truth.”

“Then who knows?”

Jorge shook his head.

Luke also exhaled a puff of smoke, “Cut the crap, this kid won’t talk without some real action.”

Looking at the Chicano agent with a sinister face pushing the cart over, Jorj shouted, “NoNoNo, what I said is true, that painting has been disposed of, it wasn’t handled by me.”

“Who handled it?”

“The professor.”

“Who is the professor?”

“I don’t know his real identity; he calls himself a professor and has asked us to address him as such.”

“How was the oil painting handled?”

“I don’t know.”

Luke said, “But as far as I know, you’re the mastermind who planned the heist of the oil painting.”

“No, I’m just a nobody.

The professor is the one who masterminded this oil painting robbery, he planned this oil painting robbery, I just acted according to his orders.”

“Where is the professor?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s never him who finds us, we can’t find him at all.”

“How much money did you get for disposing of the oil paintings?”

“The professor didn’t say, and gave me a straight share of five hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

“How much did the others split?”

“I don’t know.”

“Tell me everything you know about the professor.”

“Uh, he’s mysterious, he’s a white guy, blond hair, blue eyes, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, has a thick beard, medium build, and he has some problems with his right leg and walks with a slight limp.”

“How did you meet the professor?”

“He was the one who reached out to me and said he would introduce me to a job.”

Anthony said, “And you trusted him so easily?”

“The last two years I had a …… difficult time, lost my shelter, my relatives, lived in a tent right by the side of the road, and I didn’t even have money to buy beer.

The professor found me out of the blue, brought me food and bought me a drink, and we got to talking.

I woke up the next day and realized he had left a thousand dollars.

I was surprised.

I hadn’t seen a sum of money that large in a long time, and I had intended to pay him back the next time we met.

But I didn’t control it and the money was quickly spent.

It wasn’t long before he came again, still looking for me to drink and talk.

This time left two thousand dollars.

I spent it all again.

The third time we met, we still drank and chatted, and he said he was going to introduce me to a job where I would be able to split at least a couple hundred thousand dollars, and asked me if I wanted to work with him.” Jorge Sal sighed.

“If he had approached me the first time and asked me to work with him, I probably wouldn’t have wanted to.

But after two encounters, I had a change of heart.

Vagabonding is dashing though.

But it feels better to spend money.

A few hundred thousand dollars is enough to get me high for years.

Why not?

Life can’t get any worse than it is now.”

“What was your role in the robbery of the Getty Museum painting?”

“I just followed orders.

The professor set me up with a place to live and gave me weapons to practice with.

I was then sent to Las Vegas to contact Detective Davo Galli as an inside man on the oil painting heist.

I was a little worried that I wouldn’t be able to pull this off, but I followed the professor’s plan and it actually went surprisingly well.

Detective Davo Galli also needed money, and we loaned him a sum of money that he couldn’t afford to pay back, so I went along with the plan to steal the oil paintings, with the promise that I would share a large sum of money with him afterward.”

Anthony asked, “You were talking about a theft plan, why did it turn into a robbery?”

“The security at the Getty Museum was too tight for a theft, and, as some of Detective Davo Galli’s actions aroused the suspicion of a security guard who was also a police officer, Detective Davo Galli was scared, and felt that the plan to steal the painting would be difficult to pull off, and even if it succeeded, the security guard who found out about the problem would probably blow the whistle on him.

He was disturbed.” Jorge Sal licked his lips, “Can I have a cigarette?”

Jackson lit a cigarette and handed it to him.

“Thanks.” Jorge Sal took a few puffs and his expression soothed a bit, “The professor was upset when the burglary program was forced to be put on hold because Detective Davo Galli was going to pull out.

So, the second best option was robbery.

Robbery is much less risky and difficult, but the downside is that you can’t choose the oil painting, and what you grab counts.

But Detective Davo Galli remains reluctant, fearing that the cop will expose him after the crime.

The professor decides to take out the cop in order to appease Detective Davo Galli.”

Here we go, here we go, here comes the point.

Luke asked, “Is the cop you’re talking about Patrolman Jens Haurage?”

“Yes.”

“Who killed him.”

“Mamba.”

“Is that a nickname?”

“Yes. I don’t know her real name, only that her code name was ‘Mamba’.”

“Tell us a little about her.”

“We don’t know each other very well, and we seldom bring up each other’s personal affairs; I don’t know her identity.

I only know that she is a black person, her height should be less than 170cm, she rarely speaks, she is good at using firearms, and she is the one who keeps all of our weapons.”

“Where is she now?”

“I don’t know.”

The murderer described by Jorge matched the back of the black woman seen by the witnesses, and this black woman nicknamed ‘Mamba’ was probably the murderer of Jens Hauraige.

Luke lit another cigarette and handed it to Jauregui, “Recall carefully what you can about this ‘Mamba’, this woman is important.

If you help us catch this woman, we will help you too.”

Jorgi thought for a moment, “This Mamba is very unapproachable, cold, and hardly ever initiates conversation.

However, she is very close to ‘Zorro’, so perhaps ‘Zorro’ would know where she is?”

“Zorro was also involved in the oil painting robbery.”

“Yes.”

“How many accomplices were there in the oil painting heist.”

“Five.

The professor was the mastermind, who planned and organized the robbery.

Detective Davo Galli was in charge of prying into the timing and routing of the oil paintings.

Mamba was proficient in firearms, and Zorro was good at picking locks.

I was just a nobody who acted as a lobbyist and was in charge of contacting Detective Davo Galli.

The Professor is never in direct contact with Detective Davo Galli, he’s very careful.

That’s about it.”

“Tell us about ‘Zorro’.”

Jorge took a drag on his cigarette and looked up at the roof of the warehouse, “He’s a white guy, tall and thin, with a hawkish nose and long arms and legs, and the thing that strikes me most about him is that he’s got beautiful hands, is very nimble, is very good at magic, and is one of the most talkative guys in the group.

I’m guessing he’s probably a magician.”

Luke said, “He told you that?”

“No, he accidentally blurted it out while we were talking, plus he has a lot of magic props.”

“Do you know where he performs?”

“I don’t know, I’m guessing it wouldn’t be too big of a venue, at least I haven’t seen or heard of him before, I think he’s a small, nameless magician.”

“Where is he from?”

“Sounds like the city of Los Angeles by the accent.”

“How old is he?”

“Around thirty.”

Luke said to Jackson, who was beside him, “Open the magician registration network and have Jorge assist in the identification.

Focus on lining up magicians registered in the Los Angeles area who are between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-five.”

“Good idea.” Anthony laughed and pointed aside at Jorj, “Don’t say we didn’t give you a chance.

Find that asshole if you want to get out of this warehouse on your own, got it?”

“I understand.”

Then, under Jackson’s supervision, Jorj began to look at the magician registry website, which contained the magician’s picture, name, date of birth, and the tricks he specialized in.

Magicians were a polarized profession, with a high ceiling, such as star magician David Copperfield, a master who made sixty million dollars a year.

The lower limit was lower, some magicians without fame could only perform on the streets and their income was unstable.

After about an hour, Jorge looked up, “Sir, if I find ‘Zorro’, is it considered a merit?”

Anthony replied, “Of course.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“We can get you converted to a tainted witness, shortening your sentence considerably.”

Jorge looked at Luke again.

Luke agreed, “He’s right.”

“I found him.” Jorj took a deep breath and worked on his computer, the magician’s profile flipped forward a few pages and he pointed to a man named David Marco and said.

“That’s him.”

Luke clicked on the details, “Can you be sure?”

“Yes, that’s him.”

The profile had his picture, his age, the magic he specialized in, and a registered address.

However, the registered address was not a place of residence, but a bar named Melkite.

Luke wrote down the address and said to Anthony who was beside him, “I’ll leave him to you, I’ll go to the Melkite Bar to investigate.”

Anthony rolled his eyes, “Come along if you want to go, don’t try to get rid of me.”

Luke glanced at his watch, “So what are we waiting for?”

Three o’clock in the afternoon.

Luke and Anthony arrived at the Melkite Bar.

At this time, there weren’t many customers in the bar, just a few tables sitting sporadically.

Luke walked up to the bar, his eyes scanning the surroundings and the waiters.

Anthony knocked on the bar and said to the bartender, “Two whiskeys on the rocks.”

The bartender skillfully poured two shots and placed them in front of Luke and Anthony.

Luke took a sip of his drink and grimaced, “Is your bar always this cold?”

The bartender said, “It’s still early, if you come back a few hours later, I’m afraid you won’t even be able to find a place to sit.”

Luke asked, seemingly unintentionally, “What’s on for the evening?”

“There is a resident singer tonight, so you guys can order songs.”

“Is there a magic show?”

“There are about two or three magic shows a month.”

“Who’s the magician?”

“David.” After saying the name, the bartender laughed, “Haha, not the David you’re thinking of, but David Marco.”