Start with a Cat and Mouse Game

　　 The female teller looked at Frank's appearance and the captain's suit on him, her eyes lit up immediately, "Good morning, sir, what can I do for you?"

　　 Frank smiled triumphantly, "Good morning, ma'am, I have a paycheck that I want to exchange for cash."

　　 took out an envelope from the inner pocket, took out the check and handed it to the female teller.

　　 I thought that the girl I had chosen would be an irresponsible idiot, but I didn't expect that the other party received the check, and she looked it up very responsibly.

　　 Although Frank was a little bit disappointed and unhappy about himself, he was confident in this check.

　　 After all, only in terms of faults, omissions and flaws, he, a counterfeit pilot who has not even obtained a fake certificate, is actually more professional than half of the bank tellers.

　　 Otherwise, it is impossible to cheat a few tellers from a New York bank every day to get money.

　　Since he had confidence in the check, Frank observed it carefully. The young female teller in front of her wanted to find out why she had missed her eyes.

　　 What made him even more unexpected was that this female teller with a pearl necklace, after reading the check with the naked eye, actually planned to pick it up and check it against the sun.

　　 "That," Frank heaved a sigh of relief after attracting the attention of the female teller.

　　 Finally, this female teller, like some other women, is greedy for the body of this handsome young man.

　　 "Sorry, many people you know must have said that the most attractive thing about you, besides your beautiful face, is those fascinating blue eyes."

　　 "Haha", when the female teller heard this, she knew that the handsome pilot in front of her was trying to date her.

　　 I was delighted, and I did not find any problems with the check just now. When the check was put down naturally, his face was slightly red.

　　 "There are indeed many people who have said that", then raised his head and looked at Frank so that he could see his eyes more clearly.

　　 "Then, do you like it?"

　　 "Of course, I like it very much", Frank leaned on the counter, "If it weren't for two hours, I would have to fly to Paris. I want to invite you to dinner."

　　 The teller secretly said to her that she was sorry, and then turned to look at the bank clock hung on the wall.

　　 At 10:21, I still have one and a half hours to rest at noon. It is really too late.

　　 "Then when you fly back to New York next time, I will treat you to dinner and a cup of coffee by the way, how about it?"

　　 "Let me please," Frank thought for a few seconds, "After flying to Paris, I have to fly to Hong Kong Island, then fly to Osaka, and return to New York in about ten days.

　　I will book a restaurant at that time, and when I come to redeem my salary again, I will tell you which restaurant."

　　 "No problem, I'll wait for you." After the female teller agreed without the slightest hesitation, if she was redeemed for the paycheck again, she would start counting the money impliedly and pay Frank 297 dollars and 30 cents.

　　 Putting the money in the envelope, Frank pouted to the teller, "See you next time, beautiful lady with blue eyes."

　　 "See you next time, captain."

　　Walking out of the bank, Frank secretly reviewed his mistake this time, but after thinking about it, he finally sighed.

　　He knows very well that as long as it is a fake check, it cannot withstand the check. Whether you can get the money is nothing more than the person checking the check.

　　 There is nothing to say about eyesight. It depends on talent and time to accumulate. Therefore, the most important thing is how to influence bank tellers.

　　 And as long as it is a human, it will be confused by language, subtle body movements, and even facial expressions.

　　 In the end, he is still a **** who deceives women with his face.

　　Because blue eyes are actually very common in immigrant countries like the United States.

　　 Even so ordinary, Frank walked on the street, and three of the ten women passing by had blue eyes.

　　 Frank, who didn't want to be called the king of soft rice, wanted to know how the cheque Li Changheng gave him was made.

　　 But when he thought of Li Changheng’s indifferent eyes, Frank shook his head fiercely with a trace of fear in his heart.

　　 "Forget it, after this test, see how much profit Henry that **** gives me.

　　If you can make more money than you can do by yourself, then work with him for a period of time."

　　 Next, Frank didn't go to the bank again, but chose nine hotels and exchanged the remaining checks easily.

　　 Then I found a bathroom in the mall, put the big cap and captain's suit into his handbag, put on a windbreaker and left with a whistle.

　　 At ten o'clock in the evening, I was sitting in the cafe yesterday, waiting for Li Changheng to appear.

　　 And Li Changheng was already standing at the top of a small building 300 meters away opposite the cafe, holding a telescope in his hand, observing Frank at the same time, observing the passing and staying vehicles and pedestrians near the cafe.

　　 Although it feels unnecessary to do this, it is always good to be careful and develop a habit.

　　 Speaking of FB1 this year, the New York police are definitely not as professional as future generations, and they are unlikely to be as magical as they will be in future movies.

　　 The first major flaw is that the equipment used by the agents to communicate cannot be as small as later generations.

　　 Even in the year 2000, the secret service that protects the main barrel and the earplugs worn on the ears are not only big ~www.readwn.com~, but also not wireless links.

　　 Those loops and loops, no matter how good they are hidden, the part that connects the ears will still reveal their identities.

　　 And it’s strange to say that the staff of FB1 must be in suits when they are working and going out on the field, except for the fact that they are fighting.

　　 And suits are actually easy to expose their holsters hidden in their waists or under their arms when walking, sitting, or raising their hands.

　　 At 10:30 in the evening, when Frank was waiting impatiently, a waiter came over with an envelope, "Frank?"

　　 Frank was taken aback, until he saw the Pan Am logo on the envelope, he nodded and took the envelope.

　　 After reading the letter, he cursed in a low voice, "Henry hell, I still like to be so sneaky."

　　 casually threw two 1 dollar bills on the table, pushed the door to leave the cafe, and headed for a small park not far away.

　　 And the purpose of Li Changheng's doing this was nothing more than to try if Frank would become more cautious.

　　 What disappointed him was that the first words Frank saw him was,

　　 "Man, it's just a meeting. Is it necessary to make it so complicated?"

　　 "Hehe, it's really unnecessary."

　　 Li Changheng smiled on his face, but he thought helplessly in his heart that a person's character seems to be innate, and it is not so easy to change if he does not suffer a big loss or suffers a great change.

　　 took the ten envelopes that Frank handed over, gave him an envelope, and put it in his inner pocket without looking at it.

"Photo".

　　 Frank took out the one-inch photo taken before and asked curiously, "What is the name on the pilot certificate you made for me? It can't be my real name, right".

　　 Li Changheng smiled and said, "Frank Hopkins?"