Cosma Empire

The girl returned to the office and the manager was very curious. He thought it would take more time for the suspect to stay here, but he didn't expect the girl to keep the suspect in just one minute. Just now, he had already contacted the investigation bureau of this city through the hands-free method, and the other party assured him that they would be seen outside the bank in five minutes.

People from the Investigation Bureau will not enter the bank to arrest people. This is also the result of a compromise between the Imperial Central Bank and the cabinet. If the police or agents from the Investigation Bureau are allowed to enter the bank to arrest people, it will cause the bank to lose a lot of money in those anonymous accounts. If there is no one to access the stored money for a long time, it will basically be rotten in the bank's pocket in the end. At least tens of millions of illegal funds are swallowed up by banks every year. A large part of the account owners may go to jail, and a small part of the owners have absconded, and finally about 5% of the anonymous account owners are finished. up.

The imperial central bank is very welcome to those customers who are in prison, although it is far less popular than those account owners who go to see God. It may be ten or twenty years after these people are released from prison, and they may not even expect to come out in this life. The money stored in the bank is equivalent to the money in the bank's own pocket, and you can use it however you want. As for those customers who can be released after sitting for a few months or two or three years, they probably don't have much money in their bank accounts, and they are not the type that banks like.

In this age when inflation is already visible to the naked eye, the one million that is in the bank now and the one million that will be ten, twenty, or fifty years from now are definitely not the same concept. Now one million can buy several buildings, but fifty years later it may not even be able to afford a single household in a building. When these people want to use the money after a long time, the bank is also very happy to give it to them, after all, it has to take care of the bank's reputation.

"How did you tell him?" The manager pressed one hand on the back of the chair, turned sideways and crossed his legs, looking very impatient, "How long is he willing to stay?"

The girl looked aggrieved and lowered her head, with a smile in her tone, "He gave me some money, and asked me to find a way to get his affairs done, so you see, I'm here to discuss with you again, see Let's see if there is any way to help him finish this matter." As she spoke, she asked nervously, "Should I keep the money for myself, or hand it over to the investigation bureau when he is captured?" ?”

The manager rubbed his chin. The monitored account involved 2.15 million illegal funds, and the other party asked to transfer all of them immediately. This guy must have committed a relatively serious economic crime, or has been wanted. What these people care about is definitely not the small change that can be put in their pockets without being discovered. What they care about is when they can leave the empire and when they can enjoy their crime-earned wealth outside the empire.

Therefore, these people have never been so stingy about things that can be done well with a little money. The manager is very experienced in this regard.

It seemed that the bank manager had a lot of thoughts, but in fact he only had a moment, and he lowered his voice and said, "Give me 20%,

I'll talk to the investigators about this. "

The girl pinched the joint of her index finger with the nail of her thumb. The pain couldn't stop her from being excited to laugh out loud. She nodded repeatedly and kept facing the ground, preventing the manager and the person outside the office from seeing her face. The emoji on his face, "No problem!"

The manager couldn't help asking, "How much is 20%?"

"Forty dollars!"

The two played for a while, and the security guard outside the bank told the manager by radio that his "guest" had arrived, and the manager reluctantly signed his name on the remittance slip. Throwing it to the ground, he stood up and walked a few steps, with a particularly stern expression on his face, as if he was scolding the girl. The girl bent down to pick up the remittance slip and bowed her head before leaving the office. When she came back, she was aggrieved, her eyes were red, and she didn't know when she would shed tears.

In fact, I was so happy that I was about to cry, but at this time, it seemed that I was wronged.

"Sir, the matter you told me has been done, but if you go to the Federation, you have to wait until the 25th of this month to withdraw the money, do you think it's okay?" The girl returned to Roel Sir, please explain that the 25th of each month is the settlement day between the Imperial Central Bank and the three major federal banks. These unplanned remittances will not be transferred to the federal bank account until after the settlement date.

Roel nodded and stood up. He stretched out his hands to hold the girl's hand tightly, and shook it vigorously, "Thank you very much, I don't know what words to use to express my gratitude now, If there is a chance, I hope we can meet again!", he let go of his hand and raised his hat slightly, "Then I will take my leave first, goodbye, ma'am!"

The girl watched Mr. Roel leave the bank with a forced smile, and then quickly walked into the bathroom. She locked herself in the toilet cubicle and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Yes, Mr. Roel was very generous and gave her another gift besides the money, just when they had contact for the second time.

The girl sat on the toilet, looking at the golden dolphin held in her hands, her breathing became short of breath. She could feel that this dolphin weighed at least 50 grams, or a little more, which was another lucrative income, and it belonged only to her.

Today was her lucky day, and in less than half an hour, she actually made a thousand yuan!

On the other hand, Mr. Roel put on his sunglasses immediately after leaving the bank gate, and walked along the sidewalk to the nearby bus station. He didn't buy a car in this city, and he didn't have that much cash to buy a car. Memnon is very powerful, and he can easily find out where his account has been cashed out, which is one of the reasons why he dare not issue false certificates.

He has always heard that Memnon has connections with many gang members. If the news of him making fake passports or wanting to smuggle gets to Memnon’s ears, he is likely to be arrested by these people and sent back to the West . Some time ago, he had appeared in the newspapers several times, and he didn't dare to take the risk. The ghost knows whether Memnon has already made his friends pay attention to him.

The second reason..., actually he doesn't know where to make fake passports and documents. How could he, a high-class elite who walks in the spotlight of people's attention all day long, know those garbage who hide in the sewer and make a little money by illegal means?

When he was about fifty meters away, someone suddenly pushed him heavily from behind, causing him to lose his center of gravity unexpectedly and fell to the ground fiercely. Immediately afterwards, he felt a very powerful sole step on his back fiercely, and his hat and sunglasses were also knocked off. He raised his head, "Mr. Roel, you are under arrest!"

At this moment, Mr. Roel was completely hopeless, but there is one thing to be thankful for, that is, the person who caught him was not a member of Memnon, but an official person. At least it won't kill him soon, maybe he will face a long prison sentence, but as long as his money is still there, everything is fine.

Of course, he didn't see the bank manager who was talking to an investigation agent at the door of the bank, and the bank staff who provided him with services. When the agent also left, the manager looked at the girl and said in a low voice, "Fifty yuan, you see, I gave him a pack of cigarettes, and the money will also be counted."

The girl wanted to argue that the pack of cigarettes only cost thirty-five cents, but she nodded in the end. After all, she was an excellent employee, the one who wanted a salary increase.

Roel was sent back to Vallier soon after he was arrested. He needed to be investigated by the Security Committee, because it was the Security Committee who issued the arrest warrant. They followed the plan left by An Pu before he left and succeeded. Then of course Mr. Roel will be delivered to them.

Facing the spotlight, Mr. Roel appeared calm. His money will be transferred to the federal account soon. As long as the money is still there, he has nothing to fear.

"Why did you arrest me?" Facing several security committee agents in military uniforms, Mr. Roel obviously did not understand the current situation. He thought that these people would be as gentle as the agents of the Bureau of Investigation.

What answered him was not a voice, but a fist!

A captain rearranged his cuffs, took a document from the table, and slapped Mr. Roel on the face fiercely. He moved away a little later to let Mr. Roel see clearly. what is written on the document.

This is a death certificate. What frightens Mr. Roel is that his name is underlined in the underline that proves his death, and his face is also shown in the bare-headed photo next to it. The content of this document is not complicated. It just explains one thing. A man named Roel accidentally fell into a tributary of the Onyx River because of a misstep. It was late at night, and no one found Roy who fell into the water. Mr. Er, so he drowned....

Finally, there are joint signatures from the District Prosecutor's Office, the District Court, and the local police station, which is enough to prove the reliability and authenticity of this document.

After watching all this, Mr. Roel was covered in cold sweat. He squeezed out an ugly smile, swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his dry throat, and asked in a hoarse voice full of helplessness, "Do you want me what did I say?"

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