It was a pleasure to say that Lapuan had stayed with Mr. Tuckers for three days, and they discussed a great deal of things, including personal opinions and positions, and I have to say that they share almost the same hobbies and opinions. Not only was he happy, but he was also like himself, and Mr. Tuckers felt that Mr. Lapouan had a great appetite for himself, and kept persuading him to stay here for a few more days, for he had not been so happy for a long time.

Over the course of three days, Lapian rummaged through Mr. Tuckers' study, eventually finding a document in a file bag in the safe. There were some documents related to the distribution of dividends in the jewelry store and the composition of the company, and Lapian replaced these documents with some blank paper, and secretly packed the documents into his bag. He's not hurting Tuckers, he's helping him. They may not have been together for long, but Lapuan sensed that Taxus was a good man, that he was warm and polite, and that he was not so arrogant to anyone that he was often seen with rich people.

So Lapuan is helping him, first to figure out the matter of Durin, and then to get him out of this case. Otherwise, if one day Durin suddenly gets unlucky, Mr. Tuckers will definitely be involved, after all, he has no way to explain why a robber who robbed the bank of gold has to cooperate with an ordinary jeweler and give him a large dividend every year, just because he is a jeweler?

Perhaps some people will be greedy for what he has in his hands, or maybe they simply want to increase the number of people involved to a larger number, in short, he is dangerous.

"Man, I've got to leave tomorrow, I've got some other things waiting for me to do, and we'll get back in touch next time I'm here. Lapuan looked a little smoky, he patted the back of Mr. Tuckers's hand, his eyes were a little straight, "Listen to me, protect yourself, this world is not peaceful!"

Mr. Tuckers had a good amount of alcohol, he only thought that this Mr. Lapuan was talking drunk, he shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "The Federal Police are more conscientious than the Imperial Police, which is why I settled here, as long as I need it, there will be a police car parked in no more than two minutes where I need help, this is the Federation!", Mr. Tuckers persuaded Lapuan instead, " I suggest that if you can give up something, you might as well settle in the Federation, where you will find that everything we have in this country is God's will. ”

He twisted his fingers and made a gesture of counting money, "Money, everything is almighty here, and we are not short of money, why don't we come to heaven?"

He is not wrong at all, the role of money in the Federation is far greater than that of the Empire, in this country composed of more than a dozen merchants, the status of merchants and commerce is very high, everyone is looking at money, and if you want to prove yourself, you must have money. Even most of the classifications in the school are related to money, for example, the most popular subjects, teachers will tell students that if they choose this major, they can find a good job and realize their life value.

As for those less popular subjects, there are a lot fewer people, and the reason why there are still people studying is that the teacher told them that maybe our major will explode that day, and as a minority, we will immediately have the salary scale that others can accumulate in a few years or more than ten years. That's why these "speculative students" choose these relatively unpopular professions.

The two drank a lot of wine, and they walked a little crookedly, and just when they just went out, a person passed by them, and there was a momentary collision. The man walked a few steps before stopping, apologized to them, and fought for their forgiveness.

A gust of wind blew, and Lapuan's head cleared up a little, and he suddenly reached for his jacket pocket—his wallet was gone.

His wallet was heavy, and in addition to money and coins, there were some small metal cards that outsiders couldn't read. These small cards have holes the size of pinheads, some of which are keys, keys that can be used to open rooms or filing cabinets in the base, and some of which hold a lot of information. There's a machine in the base that can turn large chunks of text into small cards like this, and you just need to stuff them into the decryption machine to turn them back into text.

Noticing Mr. Lapuan's unusual behavior, Mr. Tuckers's drunkenness subsided considerably, and he immediately asked what was going on, but before Lapuan could answer, he realized that the man was a thief. Without Mr. Lapuan's permission, he turned around and went back to the bar and called the police.

As he described, it took less than a hundred seconds for a police car with four police officers to appear in front of them.

These policemen do not have the prestige of the Imperial police, they are more like talkative passers-by, which is also the effect of money. Because this is a rich area, the people who live here are either rich or expensive, and it is not for them to be offended by these little policemen.

"Excuse me...... Who called the police?", the policeman with the sheriff's badge on his chest asked politely, and Mr. Tuckers stepped forward.

"It's me. ”

"What's going on here?"

Mr. Tuckers pointed to Mr. Lapuan, who was almost completely conscious, and said, "My friend's wallet was stolen about five minutes ago by a guy in a yellow T-shirt with a hat. ”

The police were just about to interrogate further, when Lapuan suddenly interjected, "Forget it, there are only a few dozen dollars in the wallet, and there are no valuables, so I won't trouble the police gentlemen to work hard in the middle of the night." His identity itself is problematic, not that he is afraid that these little policemen will be able to identify his identity, the imperial intelligence agents in the Federation have made his identity as perfect as possible. It's just that more is better than less, just go back and claim a new copy of those cards, anyway, people here may not be able to unlock the password.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Tuckers disagreed, "My friend, I haven't received you well when you come to me, and now you have lost your wallet, which makes me very guilty. Listen to me, I'm sure the federal police are a very capable group of people who will help you get your wallet back, won't they?", he finally said "yes", looking at the four cops.

The four policemen didn't seem to hear the threat implied in Mr. Tuckers' words, and nodded their heads to indicate that they would be able to get the damn thief back, which might take two or three years. Therefore, they hope to register the information of the lost owner, so that they can find it and send it to them.

Look, how perfect the service of the federal police is.

Seeing that Taxus was so resolute, Lapuan did not insist on objecting, and he looked in the direction of the thief's departure while cooperating with the police to register the information. He hoped that the thief would run farther away and not be caught, otherwise the contents of the wallet might attract the attention of some people. At the same time, he also hopes that the Federation will not have such a decoding machine, so that there will not be many incidents.

After registering his personal information, the sheriff smiled and asked, "Listen to your accent, sir, it doesn't seem to be a local?", he almost said that Lapuan was from the Empire, but considering that there have been more immigrants recently, in order to avoid irritating these rich people, he expressed his doubts about Lapuan's identity very tactfully.

Lapuan nodded, "Yes, I'm from the Empire, I'm here to do business and get together with my friends by the way, what's wrong?

"No, you are mistaken, if you are from the Empire, I hope you can relax here, we have warm girls and fragrant wine, I wish you a nice time here!", the policeman put the notebook in his pocket, said goodbye to Mr. Tuckers, and chased him out in the direction they had just pointed.

"They'll be able to get your wallet back!", Taks reassured him.

"Hopefully!"

In the police car, Mr. Sheriff picked up the walkie-talkie and called the police station, and he fed back some of the information that Lapian told him to the police station, and asked the operator to immediately send the information to the information office to let people check whether it was true or false.

Being qualified and capable of being in charge of policing and a series of problems in the wealthy area obviously requires a lot of ability and a brilliant mind, and when Lapuan said that, he immediately sensed that there might be something wrong with this man. No one loses their wallet and says forget it, if there is, then this person obviously has other important things to do, plus this Mr. Lapuan is from the Empire, and the sheriff suspects that he may be a spy.

At his level, he can already learn some things that ordinary people don't know, such as the spy war between the empire and the federation, where both sides ambush a large number of spies on the opposite side, listen to and steal important information, and even participate in assassinations.

After driving for almost a few hundred meters, the police car stopped on the side of the road, and the sheriff called the leader of one of the largest theft rings in the neighborhood, told the two rich men to describe the image of the thieves, asked him to cooperate as much as possible to find the person, and then went to the police station with his wallet.

It's not as simple as losing a wallet!

The next morning, Dührin called the Commonwealth, which was very short and not much, with only one name and one address. After hanging up, Durin called Ellith, telling him to follow the address and not to alarm anyone at the address.

Who could it be?

Durin clasped his hands together, his thumb propped his chin, and his index finger stared at the bridge of his nose as he slowly squeezed, and countless figures flashed under his deep eyes one by one.

Will it be...... Who?