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"Are you sure?" Angela obviously thought the same way. A murder case involving a tens of millions of counterfeit banknotes was no less than pie in the sky.

"This is the most genuine counterfeit banknote I have ever seen, but it is definitely fake. When I was a construction contractor, I often came into contact with cash, especially such large denominations."

John swears by it.

"It is very realistic, but the color of the fluorescent identification line under ultraviolet irradiation is wrong. The 100 yuan version of the 1996 version should not be blue, but red."

Jack thoughtfully pushed open the door of the interrogation room again and asked Mickey, "Are those machines that Joe saw printers?"

"Yes." Mickey nodded.

"Tell us where the money was found."

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"This is not the mission you and I pictured as fighting counterfeit money."

This is No. 214 Mill Street. There is nothing in the empty factory building. There are neither the shelves of counterfeit money that Mickey said, nor the so-called professional printers.

The heavily armed SWAT team leader Hondo was followed by several team members, laughing and teasing Tim, who was leading the team.

Nila, who was also called to help, looked around with a tactical flashlight and asked questions suspiciously.

"Are you sure you are telling the truth to that guy in the army?"

"Yes, I believe him." Tim's tone was very firm.

Jack ran his fingers over the corners of the shelf, then rubbed them gently, carefully experiencing the feel.

"There must have been a lot of paper products on the shelves. This is not dust, but very fine paper scraps. I am not sure whether it is acid-free paper, but forensics can easily detect it."

Tim glanced at him and nodded: "They must have moved after killing Joe."

"Then their methods must be very professional. From the surface, there is no clue that counterfeit money has been printed here. They are cleaned so cleanly." Hondo held the rifle and looked around.

"Maybe, not necessarily, guys, come here and take a look." John picked out a small piece of paper from the crack in the door.

"What did you find?" Everyone gathered around.

John showed the piece of paper in front of Lucy and Jack, "Do you think the logo on this looks familiar?"

"Isn't this what was on the uniform of the worker who was repairing the camera when you and Lucy were searching this morning? It was also printed on the van behind him."

Jack recognized the blue pattern immediately.

"Yes, just across the road from where Joe was killed." John was very excited.

"He said the cameras had been out for a week."

"Did you ask for his name?" Nila asked hurriedly.

"No, I thought the camera clue was useless." John suddenly became upset.

"Well, I think my body camera may have captured him. When Jack and I were chasing the thief, I turned on the camera and then left it off."

Lucy excitedly took out her mobile phone and connected her law enforcement recorder. Sure enough, she found a video of the black maintenance worker and the van with the blue logo on it.

"He wasn't really repairing the camera at the time, he just wanted to fool us. This person must be related to this case."

Tim nodded, "Go back and scan with facial recognition to see if you can find this person's information."

Before he finished speaking, Tim's intercom rang, and Superintendent Gray's call came from inside: "Bradford, you guys leave the building immediately and come back to the police station."

Tim thought he heard it wrong: "Sir?"

"Hurry and close the team and come back now. This is an order."

Everyone on the side looked sideways, puzzled.

"How is this going?"

"I just received a call from the Chief Superintendent. Your search has alerted people at very high levels, at the federal level."

By the time everyone gathered up, it was already dark. In the briefing room of Wilshire Police Station, Zoe and Superintendent Gray had been waiting for a long time.

"But this is a murder case, and we just sit back and ignore it?" John asked doubtfully.

Zoe shook her head, "No, but we can't continue to trace it through counterfeit banknotes."

Everyone looked at each other, and Tim seemed to have guessed something, but he was a little reluctant: "But we only have this clue now, and the evidence shows that this is a case."

"So what is going on, Director?" Nila asked.

Zoe continued to shake her head: "The chief superintendent was unwilling to reveal to me where the order came from. He only said that the level was very high and there was no need to discuss it."

Superintendent Gray sighed, also looking helpless. "Let's get off work first and talk about it tomorrow morning, that's all."

"This is wrong." Angela was very unhappy. Even the bag of yogurt balls in her hand could not calm her mood at the moment. Everyone who searched the warehouse was worried about the danger and put the pregnant woman in the police station. Nila replaced her. Now the case Being stopped again made the girls extremely unhappy.

"Of course it's not right, but this is an order." Superintendent Gray turned around and emphasized again, and then left the conference room with Zoe.

"So that's it? Don't care?" Jack was also very depressed, watching as a lot of experience was lost.

"If we want to be smart, that's it." Nila reached out and took out a yogurt ball from the snack bag in Angela's hand.

Lucy raised her eyebrows, "It's not like you're denying it."

Angela glared at Tim, "What did you say?"

Although she cared about this case, Tim was more deeply involved. His former comrade-in-arms was still in the detention room.

Tim crossed his arms and analyzed carefully: "Obviously this case conflicts with the tasks of certain federal departments, but we lack enough information and don't know how to proceed."

"Shall I ask someone from the FBI?" Jack raised his phone. Of course he wasn't asking for Hannah. She was only a trainee agent now, but David Rossi's authority was definitely enough.

"It's useless." Tim raised his hand to stop him.

"If the FBI were investigating the counterfeit money case, there would be no need to be so secretive. They would directly take over the case and then direct the LAPD around."

"So." Jack drawled, waiting for Tim to answer.

"To find out which federal department is behind it, the only way is to alert the snake, pretend to be unwilling to give up, and wait for them to come to your door."

"Then how do we alert each other?" Lucy tilted her head, looking confused.

"I submitted a facial recognition request to the federal database in the name of the superintendent, uploaded the photo of the guy who was fixing the camera, and then"

Tim held his chin in his hand, lost in thought.

"Then what?" Lucy continued to ask.

"Then just act according to circumstances. We won't be able to investigate the counterfeit money case. If we follow the clues of the murder case, no one will be able to say anything."

Jack spread his hands, dispelling the doubts in the minds of others.

The gangster who repaired the camera appeared at the murder scene. Whether he was a member of a criminal gang printing counterfeit money or a federal agent investigating the case, he could be regarded as a suspect in the murder.