While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 811 Almost Exposed
In fact, long before he called Liu Yun, Song He knew that Liu Yun, who was obsessed with money to the extreme, would have a violent emotional reaction when he heard that he himself might receive counterfeit money.

but……

Isn't this emotional reaction a little too big...

Besides, it sounds like you are scolding me...

I'm just giving an example...

"If you want to warn me, you can just say so. Besides, I always transfer money to you, so there is no chance of using counterfeit money!" Song He scolded with a smile.

"No chance? So boss, you have thought about it, right?" Liuyun, who was in a panic, immediately caught the loophole in Song He's words and shouted: "I want to consider taking back your supreme membership membership..."

"Get lost! You dare to touch my membership card!" Song He Wenyan, who is also a financial fan, glared, and immediately warned: "Be serious, don't be sloppy. According to Kong Yundong's account, this Ian Bode has done many countries. It's not a good stubble."

Liu Yun became serious when he heard the words, and promised to use all his strength to investigate Ian Bird.

After finishing the communication, Song He thought about the matter of Ian Bode, but felt that it was not enough, so he called Shen Jianghe to explain the situation, and then turned back to the Gecheng Police Station.

But at this time, Kong Yundong, who was brought back to the police station by Team Chen, had already collapsed under Song He's questioning, Guan Yong and Team Chen discovered the opportunity for interrogation, so he just stepped into the gate of the police station not long after. He was placed in the interrogation room.

"This degree of cooperation...is a bit high." Xue Liang, who was watching the interrogation, was a little stunned. After a little recollection, he suddenly felt that Song He's rhetoric of casually asking a few words was very unreliable.

However, after these words fell into the ears of Guan Yong, who was also watching the interrogation, it was very helpful to the Katsuragi Interpol Captain who felt that he had lost his shame to his grandma's house, and his back straightened involuntarily.

And just when Guan Yong, who was showing off his face, was about to say a few polite words and praise his partner in the interrogation room, he heard a sudden voice.

"Oh. When Police Officer Song and I held Kong Yundong down, he used his mind reading skills to defeat Kong Yundong's mind defense."

In an instant, Guan Yong felt as if he had swallowed a fly alive, his face became extremely ugly again, and he suppressed the words that had already poured into his throat and the shame in his heart.

"I said it." Xue Liang was taken aback when he heard the words, and glanced at Guan Yong whose mouth was drooping again, and pointed out: "Song He's mind-reading skills are really amazing, even his master Shen Jianghe and Mr. No mouth."

Shen Jianghe...

Shen Jianghe!
Guan Yong, who had his ears pricked up, was startled. He took a serious look at Xue Liang beside him, but saw that the other party not only showed no sign of joking, but was also staring at him with eyes that implied scrutiny and warning. His heart suddenly sank. , and immediately stopped thinking about tampering with the report.

As for verifying the authenticity of what Xue Liang said, Guan Yong did not intend to do it. After all, lying about these things under such circumstances would only be done by a fool.

At the same time, Song He, who didn't know that a good show was going on in the observation room, had returned to the reception room and took out a book from the ring to read.

The next day, seeing that the case was basically clear, Song He received a call from the Yucheng case team, and bid farewell to Xue Liang and Yan Tao who still had to deal with related matters in Gecheng, and returned to Yucheng by flight alone.

But when he was on his way in the sky, in the presidential suite of a luxury hotel somewhere, the mixed-race man had just had dinner, and he saw Uncle Zhong drive away all his subordinates, and whispered in his ear:

"Master West, Matthews says someone has touched his firewall at Lockhart Arts."

The mixed-race man smiled brightly when he heard this, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and asked with a little expectancy: "Who is he?"

"Matthews said that the other party is very sophisticated, and has not been found yet." Uncle Zhong saw the mixed-race man smile, and he also showed a kind smile: "But the other party seems to be looking for a man named Ian Bird. steal some information about people.”

"Didn't find it? Haha." The mixed-race man muttered, and suddenly remembered something and smiled: "The expression on Matthews' face must have been very exciting."

"If Master Wei wants to see it..." The smile on Uncle Zhong's face became a little thicker: "I can let him perform for Master Wei again."

"Hahaha, cough cough..." The mixed-race man was amused by Uncle Zhong, and he didn't stop laughing until he coughed twice.

When Uncle Zhong saw this, a trace of distress and regret flashed across his face, and he quickly helped the mixed-race man with his back: "Master Wei, I..."

"Uncle Zhong, you're here again. I'm the one who's sick, and I don't blame you." The mixed-race man calmed down a little, and asked with a smile, "Has this Ian Bode investigated?"

"I've checked." Uncle Zhong nodded while continuing to help the mixed-race man with his back: "The Art of Lockhart who joined four months ago is said to be very skilled. Eddie Lockhart appreciates him, but it is limited to technology."

"If we talk about artistic attainments and creative ability, Eddie said that Ian Bode is a super replicator who can only imitate his whole life, greedy and difficult to become a master in his life."

The mixed-race man tilted his head and frowned, thinking: "It's a bit contradictory and polarized, but it's in line with Eddie Lockhart's style. What about other aspects? I don't believe he will provoke the same level as Matthews for no reason. The hackers shot."

"Master Wei is still sharp." Uncle Zhong saw that the mixed-race man's aura had completely calmed down, so he stopped and stood aside: "According to the investigation, this person seems to have some unclear relationship with some gangs that sell counterfeit money."

"Combined with his superb skills, I suspect that he produced and provided printing plates of high-quality counterfeit currency for these counterfeit currency gangs."

"Fake money? I don't like counterfeit money." The mixed-race man suppressed his smile when he heard the words, frowned and shook his head slightly: "If we want to accumulate wealth, we must rely on a stable currency system, and at the same time, these wealth must also be produced within a stable currency system." It has real value."

"The proliferation of counterfeit currency is precisely what will impact the monetary system and endanger our customers and businesses."

Uncle Zhong immediately understood what the mixed-race man meant and asked, "Do you need me to arrange an exit ceremony for him?"

"Hmm..." The mixed-race man thought for a while, then smiled suddenly: "Give him the right to dispose of him to Matthews. After all, his defeat this time was caused by Ian Bird."

"By the way, tell Matthews by the way that the disappearance of an Ian Bird does not satisfy me."

Uncle Zhong smiled when he heard the words: "I believe Matthews will be happy to bring some fun to the young master after he finds out."

The expectant mixed-race man put his palm on his chin and said with a smile, "Uncle Zhong, raising my expectations for Matthews is not a good thing for him, haha!"

Just when the mixed-race man and Uncle Zhong were chatting about the ending of Ian Bird, Liu Yun, who was thousands of miles away in his own home, finally stopped typing his fingers on the keyboard rapidly and slumped in his seat to take a few deep breaths. , then raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Made, it's just a scumbag investigation. It's too dangerous." Liu Yun took a breath with lingering fear, stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "This kind of work... needs extra money. ah."

(End of this chapter)