"I only participated twice."
"You decide to rob after just two times?"
"My life's a mess, I need the money... I had no other choice."
"Then let me show you a way out," Luke said earnestly.
"Andres, do you want a favorable plea deal?"
"Then help us catch Jerrang Kazafei." Luke identified the next capture target. Jerrang Kazafei was crucial; the explosion had occurred at his house, so he definitely knew more about the situation.
A pickup truck stopped next to a house with a pointed roof.
Andres Towns got out of the truck and staggered to the door, "Dong dong..."
There was no response from inside.
Slurring slightly, Andres Towns shouted, "Jerrang, damn it, open the door for me."
At that moment, a voice came from inside the house, "Fuck, didn't you bring your keys?"
"I don't know, I thought I did, but I can't find them.
Come on, open the door. I've even brought you some booze."
"Creak..." A man carefully opened the door and wrinkled his nose, "How much have you drunk?"
"Do you know? I met a chick in the bar, super energetic..." Andres Towns said while gesturing with his hands, his body swaying and falling backwards.
"You damn drunkard." Jerrang Kazafei quickly stepped out of the house to support him.
As Jerrang Kazafei stepped out of the house, a shout came from both sides of the door.
Jerrang Kazafei trembled in fear and turned to look to the right, several fully armed police officers were pointing their guns at him.
He then looked at Andres Towns, but there was no trace of drunkenness.
"You damn bastard, you betrayed me!
I@#￥%..." Jerrang Kazafei cursed at Andres Towns.
Andres Towns looked embarrassed and didn't dare to meet his eyes.
The police rushed over to subdue Jerrang Kazafei, handcuffed him, searched him, the whole drill.
Luke approached and eyed the man, "You're Jerrang Kazafei?"
"Didn't that traitor already tell you? Hmm?"
"Jerrang Kazafei, you were the first lead the police had. You weren't very clever at casing the bank. Andres Towns' decision to cooperate with the police was the right one.
If you help the police with their investigation, we will also offer you a favorable plea deal."
"So in plain language, you want me to betray my accomplices?"
"At least you have accomplices to betray. The next person might not be so lucky."
"Should I be thanking you then?"
"It would be better if you showed some sincerity, otherwise, I'll have no choice but to hand you over to the FBI."
Jerrang Kazafei said nonchalantly, "That doesn't seem to make any difference to me."
"Let me remind you, the FBI encountered an explosive attack while investigating your house. One agent died on the spot, and several are still in the hospital...
Sorry, I misspoke, someone has been discharged with injuries.
He's eager to catch you."
"What explosive attack? I didn't set up any bombs in my house."
Luke kept watching his expression, which didn't seem like he was lying, and continued, "Then we'll have to ask your accomplices, won't we?"
Jerrang Kazafei's expression grew worse, and sweat poured down, "Don't turn me over to the FBI.
I would rather die than fall into their hands."
"You won't die, we will take good care of you.
You only have two choices, either cooperate with the police or cooperate with the FBI."
"I choose to cooperate with the police."
"Listen, I truly don't know anything about the explosion, and it has nothing to do with me."
"But it was your house."
"I don't know how to make or use bombs. I'm just a thief, that's all."
"Then who do you think planted the bomb?"
He's an expert with explosives; he's the only one among us who knows how to use bombs."
"I don't know, I'm not close with him.
I know Soster; he was brought in by Soster."
"Who masterminded the robbery?"
"How did you all communicate?"
"We were in contact through unregistered cell phones, but his number is currently disconnected, and I can't reach him."
"So, you're saying you can't provide the police with any valuable leads, or that you just don't want to."
"No, I'm willing to cooperate with the police. Although I don't know their whereabouts, I do know that they might be planning a new operation."
"What new operation?"
"You guys got away with quite a bit of money, why plan another robbery?"
"This heist was different from what we had anticipated.
Beforehand, Soster guessed that there would be at least 8 to 10 million US dollars in the bank, with each person getting at least a million.
But when we opened the vault, there was only five million inside, and half of it was in sequentially numbered new bills. We each only got a little over four hundred thousand, which was much less than expected. We all became wanted criminals, and that left everyone dissatisfied.
Franco Murphy even complained about Soster, feeling like he had been duped."
Marcus said, "Didn't you guys rob a lot of bank lockers? The stuff in there should also be worth quite a bit, right?"
"Yes, there was indeed a lot of valuable stuff inside, but the problem is that it's hard to get rid of in a short amount of time. Soster also warned us not to sell the stolen items too soon, or we could be easily tracked by the police.