The $50,000 was finally raised.

Colonel Dillon breathed a long sigh of relief.

No matter what, we must first find out what evidence Gurrett and Fritz have about them.

Then?

Then let’s talk about the next thing.

At least, nothing can happen to me now.

Moreover, the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better.

It's getting dark.

Dillon was unwilling to wait any longer.

He took a bag and put all the money in it.

Taking a deep breath, Dillon left his office.

Driving the jeep, Colonel Dillon was a little distraught.

Some things, even though so many years have passed, are still like a thorn piercing deeply into Colonel Dillon's heart.

Even if I don't want to think about it anymore, it always appears in my mind.

finally reached.

Colonel Dillon did not get out of the car immediately, but carefully observed his surroundings.

There are no slums in Spabanos, but there are slums almost everywhere.

Although the war here has ended, the lives of ordinary people have not changed at all.

Colonel Dillon finally got out of the car.

Gurrett lives in the house in front.

Colonel Dillon took a deep breath and walked to the door.

Dilapidated houses, sewage all over the ground, and an unpleasant smell lingering in the air.

Sitting in front of the room on one side was a middle-aged man with a numb face.

The despair for life can be seen on his face.

Major Wade has already figured out the situation here.

This man is Hu De, the owner of these two broken houses.

His wife and children all died at the hands of the Japanese, and he was the only one left.

Although such a person is still alive, he is nothing more than a shell.

The Walking Dead!

Colonel Dillon walked up to Hood, took out two dollars, and said in bad local dialect: "The wine, the rest, is yours!"

In Spabanos, no one can resist the temptation of US dollars!

Hood took the money, stood up numbly, and left numbly.

There is plenty of alcohol on the black market, as long as you have dollars!

After sending Hood away, Dillon cheered up and knocked on the door.

The door opened.

Gurrett's face that disgusted Colonel Dillon appeared in front of him again.

"Aha, Colonel, I've finally waited for you, please come in."

Gurrett cordially invited Colonel Dillon into the room.

The air in the room was dull, there were no lights, only two candles were lit.

Colonel Dillon didn't want others to know what happened here, so he closed the door as soon as he came in.

"drink wine?"

Gurrett asked enthusiastically.

"No need." Colonel Dillon didn't want to drink anything.

He put the bag on the ground: "All the money you want is here."

Gurrett did not move, but took out another bag from behind and threw it on the ground in front of Gurrett: "Hey, order it while putting it inside, but don't take out a gun from the bag. I

There are guns, too, and does Officer Freeze know about our deal?"

He mentioned Fritz again.

Colonel Dillon suddenly felt something in his heart.

Gurrett mentioned Fritz again and again.

Why?

Colonel Dillon worked his way up from the bottom.

He has met so many people and dealt with people of all kinds of different personalities.

He also has a deep understanding of human nature.

Why does Gurrett keep mentioning Fritz?

Could it be that Officer Fritz does not exist at all?

Is he just a trump card that Gurrett made up to threaten him and make him throw a trap that is not a trump card?

possible.

Colonel Dillon remained calm, squatted on the ground, took out the first piles from his bag, ordered them in front of Gurrett, and then put them into Gurrett's bag.

Finally, he stood up and said, "Fifty thousand dollars."

"Aha, Colonel, you are such a rich man."

Gurrett took the bag, turned around and put it on the table behind him, then poured two glasses of wine and turned around: "Have a drink, Colonel?"

"I said, I won't drink." Colonel Dillon said expressionlessly, "I promised, I did it, what about your promise?"

"Don't worry, Colonel." Gurrett poured the wine originally given to Colonel Dillon into his own cup and took a sip: "I am still a person who keeps my promises. Since I have accepted your money, I will definitely do it."

I'll help you keep the secret. However, I also have some worries.

I am just a poor detective, and Fritz is just a retired policeman. We have no power, and you are the colonel. Choking us to death is as easy as strangling an ant. This time, from you

We were really scared after getting $50,000."

Colonel Dillon narrowed his eyes: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Keep those evidences for the time being." Gurrett said with a smile: "Don't worry, no one will see those evidences except me and Officer Fritz. Officer Fritz and I will properly and carefully preserve the evidence until we

You will definitely see it after you pass away."

Colonel Dillon's face began to twist.

wrong.

The previous doubts reappeared.

Gurrett kept mentioning Fritz again.

Does this person exist?

He tried his best to hold back the anger in his heart: "Are you going to keep threatening me with this?"

"Ah, no, no." Gurrett said with a smile on his face: "It's not a threat, it's just self-protection."

"Where's Fritz?" Colonel Dillon asked immediately. "Is he as tight-lipped as you?"

"Of course." Gullette said easily: "Officer Fritz is as reliable as me."

"Is he from the Fenwell Police Department?" Colonel Dillon suddenly asked.

"Yes, Fenwell Police Department."

"Is there really an Officer Freeze in the Fenwell Police Department?"

"Colonel, what do you mean?" Gurrett's hand holding the wine glass trembled.

Colonel Dillon began to feel confident: "Look, Mr. Gullett, if I were you, I would do the same thing. I came to a strange place alone and faced a U.S. Army lieutenant colonel.

It is necessary to be on guard.

Therefore, I will also make up a friend, a friend who does not exist at all, and when facing the colonel, I will also make the colonel have concerns. Right?"

Gurrett took a step back.

Colonel Dillon laughed: "You can't find Fritz at all, you are just bluffing here!"

Gurrett sighed.
To be continued...