More than three hours later, bringing several subordinates with him,
Corrupt Police Officer Stanfield quietly entered Michael's apartment through the back door!
Looking at Michael, whose face was long with grief and who was trembling all over with fear,
Stanfield struggled for a long time before suppressing the urge to pull out his gun and blow his head off.
"Sorry, sir."
"I didn't expect to be watched, but I can promise you, I absolutely did not reveal anything about that shipment to anyone."
"I don't know how the news leaked, but someone broke into my home."
"I didn't dare call the police. After discovering the break-in today and that the hidden shipment was stolen, I wanted to make up for it, so I looked everywhere for possible clues."
"As a result, I discovered someone was monitoring me."
Michael hovered beside Corrupt Police Officer Stanfield like a pathetic wretch, his body slightly bowed.
His wife, Maggie, was currently out at work.
His two daughters and son had been sent by Michael to play nearby.
Clearly, Michael had already prepared himself for a beating.
However, in his view, as long as his plan succeeded,
it would be worth it even if he was beaten by Stanfield or suffered some injuries.
He felt that although Stanfield had a bad reputation, he was, after all, a senior agent of the Drug Enforcement Bureau.
He shouldn't dare to easily get blood on his hands.
Moreover, this time, the somewhat clever but not very bright Michael still felt
that the culprit who caused him to be watched was Stanfield and his subordinates who leaked the news, not himself.
The veins on Stanfield's face pulsed continuously.
Restraining his rage, he managed to maintain a sliver of a smile on his face.
Stanfield walked close to Michael, his head even leaning in toward Michael's cheek.
With his extensive case-handling experience and background, he could naturally see that Michael was hiding something.
But Stanfield still had many doubts in his heart that remained unanswered.
"Your name is Michael, right?"
"You should know that no one can lie to me."
Michael felt Stanfield's hot breath beating against his cheek.
With a guilty conscience, cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.
Feeling his heart thumping violently, Michael's greed still triumphed over everything.
He feigned a calm appearance, trying his best to maintain eye contact with Stanfield.
But his stuttering tone still betrayed the nervousness in his heart.
"O... Of course..."
Stanfield became even more certain that this guy was definitely hiding something.
"Don't let me find out that this matter has anything to do with you."
He put his mouth close to Michael's ear and issued a final warning in a low, calm voice.
Then, after pulling back from Michael,
Stanfield slowly reached out his hand to straighten the clothes of the sweat-drenched Michael.
Under Michael's terrified gaze, he patted the man's shoulder.
Immediately, Stanfield turned around and looked at the subordinates he had brought.
Two of them had already rushed to the apartment to verify Michael's words as soon as they received his call.
Seeing him look over, a tall, sturdy subordinate immediately stepped closer and whispered to Stanfield.
"Stan, we can't be sure yet if Michael is playing tricks, but the apartment is indeed being monitored."
"We've already investigated; the surveillance cameras seem to be linked to the fourth floor of this building."
"We sent someone to inquire at the real estate agency."
"They weren't willing to reveal any useful information at first, until we showed our Drug Enforcement Bureau IDs."
"Only then did they tell us that the apartment on the fourth floor was rented out by several men not long ago."
"We took the identification information they left at the real estate agency and did a thorough investigation."
"The results showed that we don't even have the authority to query these people's clearances."
A frown immediately appeared on Stanfield's calm face.
He was able to become one of the biggest drug lords in Los Angeles while being a senior agent of the Los Angeles Narcotics Bureau.
If he didn't have some schemes and methods, he would have long ago been discovered and killed by those cutthroat drug lords
or his colleagues at the Drug Enforcement Bureau.
Stanfield naturally understood the unfinished meaning in his subordinate's words.
"Even you don't have the authority to query them?"
"It seems someone really is targeting me?"
"Is it the Drug Enforcement Bureau? Or the FBI?"
---Seeking Flowers--- Stanfield had operated in the Los Angeles Narcotics Bureau for over a decade; his heart was black enough, and his methods were ruthless enough.
So, although he was still just a senior agent, here in the Los Angeles Narcotics Bureau,
aside from the Director, even the Deputy Director had been corrupted by the black money Stanfield made from selling drugs, becoming one of his protective umbrellas.
This was one of the reasons Stanfield had remained undetected all these years.
Thus, he quickly determined that it probably wasn't the Drug Enforcement Bureau watching him, but possibly the FBI.
However, although the FBI had the right to supervise the Drug Enforcement Bureau's cases,
the Drug Enforcement Bureau was under the Department of Justice, one of the most powerful departments in the US.
If things really came to a head, the FBI wouldn't have it easy either... Therefore, although Stanfield was angry, he wasn't particularly flustered.
Glancing at Michael, who was not far away but couldn't hear the conversation with his subordinate,
Stanfield whispered his instructions: "I understand. I'll go confirm their identities later."
"Be careful, don't rush to alert the enemy."
"Remember, this place has nothing to do with us."
"Also, keep a close eye on this guy."
"Watch him well; don't let him get any ideas and cause me trouble."
His subordinate subconsciously glanced at Michael as well.
Then he nodded, "Don't worry, Stan."
"I'll personally keep an eye on him. If there's really a problem with this guy, I guarantee I'll find out."
"Hmm!"
After giving Michael another deep look, Stanfield soon left quietly with his subordinates.
Only when he saw his figure disappear from the front door
did Michael breathe a sigh of relief. When he came to his senses, he realized his entire body was soaked in cold sweat.
The look Stanfield gave him before leaving made Michael feel as though he had already been exposed.
For a moment, Michael fell into a state of anxiety, worrying about gains and losses.
He didn't even notice when he had reached his own front door.
On the doorknob of the neighboring house, within the inconspicuous keyhole, a flicker of light and shadow alternated.
It was as if someone were quietly peering outside through that keyhole... PS: New book released, recommending my old book [supernatural: i have a small world].
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