Maple Leaf County is not a very suitable place to live; if you ask people from other counties what their impression of Maple Leaf County is, the answer you get is basically... very far away and very cold.

If a zombie virus breaks out in this world one day, Maple Leaf County may be a good place to go. After all, there are many areas where there are so cold that zombies cannot get through, and there are enough fish to eat there.

But in this globally integrated world, there are not many people willing to migrate from other regions to Maple Leaf County, so that there is only a permanent population of less than 100 million square kilometers on this land of nearly 10 million square kilometers.

The land is vast and sparsely populated, and it has its own advantages, but there will be some problems. Take the case of robbing the bank as an example. If you set the crime in a city or town with a less dense population, the advantage is... After the alarm sounds, there will be less police force to deal with you, and the disadvantage is... Since there are fewer cars on the road, it will be difficult to get rid of the police's pursuit.

For experienced veterans like Yan Wushang, he will take advantage of the advantages, and he will find ways to overcome those unfavorable factors.

After several prior investigations and careful planning, he finally set his sights on a Federal Savings Bank in downtown Kithener.

The day of action was a Friday in the fall of 2218, and the date was exactly the 13th.

Yan Wushang and his team plan to start an action this "Black Friday" afternoon...

However, the story about this day has to start from the morning.

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It was about 8 o'clock that morning, at a police station in Kitchener.

When Inspector Robinson walked into the interrogation room, the man sitting inside didn't even look at him.

The Inspector immediately muttered in his heart: This is probably a difficult bone to crack.

Of course, Robinson is not a fuel-efficient lamp... Although he has not received any relevant professional training, he has firmly ranked as the number one interrogation expert in the bureau with his many years of case handling experience.

Smack

After reaching the table, Robinson slapped his gun on the table without saying a word. Then, he photographed another i-pen and a pack of cigarettes that had been smoked.

After putting all these things down, he took off his coat, hung it on the back of the chair, and took a step to sit down.

"I won't suck, thank you." Just a second before Robinson was about to speak, the man sitting opposite him, who had his hands handcuffed to the back of the chair suddenly said this.

Hearing this, Robinson was stunned for two seconds, swallowed the words "Do you want cigarettes?" that had already reached his mouth, and then said, "Being smart is not a likable quality."

"I'm not here to get along with you, Liam." The man looked up at the Inspector and replied.

At this moment, Robinson's expression changed.

Yes, his name is indeed Liam William Robinson; the question is... How did the man in front of him know his name before he began to introduce himself?

"Do we know?" After a few seconds, the Inspector returned to his calmness, as he quickly thought of an explanation that the man might have been arrested by him before.

This is a very reasonable guess: Robinson is already an old policeman, and he has handled and is responsible for no less than a hundred cases, and he has arrested countless prisoners... From street gangsters, to gangsters, from unscrupulous liars, to professional killers... Robinson naturally cannot remember every prisoner's face; but those arrested guys may still remember him.

"At least in the other three parallel universes, we have already known each other." The man replied, "Here... I guess I will know each other soon."

"Hmph..." If other police officers heard this, they would definitely slap the table and turn their backs on their faces, but Robinson was different. He didn't get angry, but just sneered and continued, "Why are you doing this? Mr. Song... I know that you are talking about such inexplicable nonsense is nothing more than angering me, pretending to be crazy or delaying time..." He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table and put it in his mouth, lit it while litting a cigarette, "But you and I know that in your case, even the right to hire a lawyer and call does not exist... It's your mess, and you are the one who suffers in the end."

He took a sip of cigarettes and stared at the other person's face in the past few seconds, unstoppable to capture the psychological flaws of the "prisoner".

"Furo" a few seconds later, Robinson spitted out his flue, "I'll tell you clearly... I can throw you back to the custody room now. When the civilian staff completes the procedures, I will hand you over to the detention center. Then the matter afterwards has nothing to do with me, and what will be the consequences of my doing that?"

Robinson originally wanted to ask and answer this question, but when he was about to say the next half of the sentence, the man he called "Mr. Song" took the lead: " Within a week, I would take a document saying "Refusing to provide any testimony" and accompanied by a nine-rate lawyer assigned by the federal government... And the prosecutor who prosecuted me would bring a video recording of the scene "I pushed people off the subway track", testimony from dozens of witnesses, and the families and friends of several victims. If nothing unexpected happens... I will be sentenced to death after a standard process of less than an hour."

Robinson was stunned.

His shock was not because of the extraordinary reasoning of this passage, but... what the other party said was almost exactly the same as what he thought in his mind, regardless of the word, word order, or even pauses.

"I don't know what tricks you are playing..." After a moment, Robinson's face turned gloomy, "But you better not try my bottom line again."

"I don't have that plan." The man said again, "I've tried it... more than once." He paused, "I have to say, you are a good policeman, Liam, but you are also a stubborn person, so this time I plan to give up on temptation and show your confrontation with you, hoping that you can understand and believe me."

"Oh?" Robinson raised his eyebrows, "Then I want to listen..." As he spoke, he had spread the i-pen on the table, stroked the screen a few times, and freeze a photo of a young man on the screen, showing it in front of the other party, "...Why are you going to murder a young man who has nothing to do with you?"

"Do you know the butterfly effect?" The man avoided the positive answer again and asked a question with reversal.

"I know." Robinson replied, "but I don't understand what this has to do with your behavior."
Chapter completed!