Deadly silence!
There was a deathly silence, both in the room and in the other room.
There was nothing left in the purple light source that could make even the slightest bit of a difference, other than illuminating a splattered mess of stains in the corner of the wall!
Another room in the action team leader slammed the table, according to the plan, these coins should all be specially processed, fluorescent "evidence", as long as these evidences are lit up, from the process, it is enough to prove that Lynch hired some people to collect coins in the market, the purpose is to give these coins to Mr. Fox, so that he can quickly clean the stolen money in Mr. Fox's hands through the laundry value-added services and then deposited in the bank. Mr. Fox, so that he can quickly clean the stolen money in Mr. Fox's hands through the value-added services of the laundromat, and then deposit it in the bank.
It's a complete process, and while every step seems legitimate from a current perspective, anyone with a functioning brain will be able to see something illegitimate in every legitimate step.
In Mr. Fox's laundromat, for example, the price of washing a garment may have exceeded the value of those clothes themselves.
Another example is the problem inherent in the fact that those who do the laundry keep stuffing clean clothes back in to be washed over and over again.
Everyone who learns about the case will find something wrong with it, but just because they can find out doesn't mean they have to take the law into their own hands.
Everyone knows you can't do bad things, but there will always be people who do bad things and get away with it because it takes evidence.
The value of evidence and the law is not just to clean up the bad guys, but also to put an end to the unbridled control of this country and society by certain special groups.
Everyone must play by the rules of the game, and whoever breaks the rules, that person is everyone's enemy.
They have to produce evidence for the judge to have any chance of believing them, but the problem now is that they can't produce evidence, even though everyone knows there is something wrong with the group in the room.
The coin that lay quietly in the cart had no induced fluorescent reaction and was so black that you couldn't even see the stamp on it.
After about a minute of dead silence, the agent tapped the UV lamp a couple times hard and then yelled for a new one to be sent in, thinking there might be a problem with the lamp.
The newly delivered lamps were still the same, unable to illuminate any shocking evidence, and it was then that he, and those behind him, realized why Lynch had acted so calmly from the beginning; he must have known the Bureau's methods.
Action groups and experts are discussing how to remedy the situation, which is why it is difficult to catch evidence of money laundering with coins.
Coins are not like banknotes, on which, in addition to the means of security, there is a series of numbers, as long as they are genuine, then the number is unique, they can "make" a batch of stolen money, first in the presence of three-party witnesses to the registration of the number of each banknote, and then released, and finally closed the net.
Coins don't work, there is no number on the coins, there is nothing else that can be used as proof, so forensics is difficult, they thought of using a fluorescent agent, but ultimately it failed.
The lights in the room came back on, and Lynch laughed softly a few times, "I still don't quite get it, where's the proof?" , his fingers knocked on the arm of the couch, making a "DOU , DOU" sound, "We all have precious time ..."
After a period of discussion, the head of operations sighed, there was little value in holding these people at this point.
The agents in the room looked at Lynch with strange faces, the situation had been spiraling out of control step by step since Lynch's arrival, the whole operation team had realized that Lynch might have seen through their tricks long ago, and they had wrongly assumed that Fox was the one who was leading the whole thing, which was the main reason for their failure.
The young agent gathered his things and walked over to Lynch, he sized him up and the latter, unafraid to maintain his good manners looked at him as well, the two stared at each other for a few moments before the man put a finger on Lynch's chest, "We'll get you."
For his part, Lynch grinned and said, "I look forward to that day!"
It was only after watching the agent leave that everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief, and Mr. Fox, who had been standing, began to weaken in his legs and sat back down.
He hadn't realized that he had alerted not only the IRS, but also the Bureau of Investigation, which made the smooth exoneration give him a feeling of having been robbed of his life.
Lynch, however, could not see much elation on his countenance, and Mr. Fox was just about to say something, when Lynch stopped him with a look, and it so happened that at that moment Mr. Fox's lawyer arrived.
As he gathered his tie, he apologized for his tardiness with an apologetic face, "Downtown is so congested at this time of day, I waited for several stoplights ..."
Mr. Fox blushed in displeasure as he pulled out his checkbook and signed a check for a hundred dollars and shoved it into the attorney's jacket pocket, "You can go home now!"
The lawyer didn't quite understand what was going on, but he did realize that he might have messed up his business, and he tried to explain that he really didn't mean to be late, but Mr. Fox's apparent unwillingness to take him on also made it clear that the matter couldn't be undone.
Only after he left did Lynch remind, "Aren't you guys here for business ..."
A little later, the two men met again in private, and it was evident that Mr. Fox had been much moved by these events of the day.
"I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, my legs are still a little weak to this day ... ", he patted his knee, "The FBI is involved, why don't . . let's run?"
In fact, in the end, this GET NOW finance company of his is just that, a finance company, far less than the various gangs that have been blacklisted by major organizations, and he doesn't really shine brightly enough compared to those big gangs.
He hadn't experienced these battles before, he used to deal with the tax office and the police department at most, but now even the FBI showed up, which meant that he might have to enjoy the kind of treatment that only the leaders of those big gangs could enjoy.
Non-stop twenty-four hour surveillance, phone monitoring, even they would invade office or living places to install bugs, everything that could be public or private would be turned over and investigated, and all this was to put him in a cell.
He couldn't help but feel panicky just thinking about it, and just because he had that knowledge didn't mean he was actually willing to go to jail.
Lynch, however, acted calmly, not at all alarmed, "We are all doing legitimate business, protected by federal law, why should we run?" , he casually flipped the newspaper on a side table, "Remember, keep your accounts nice and solid, don't give people the chance to find out what they can do to you."
"They can't do you, those black holes you've hidden away won't be found, judges won't take their word for it, and the public won't sit back and watch them abuse their power."
"The more you're afraid, the more it means you're weak-minded, and the more you're weak-minded, the more people believe you have a problem, and when that day comes, even if you don't have a problem, people think you have a problem, and they'll agree with those moves that don't seem to be in line with the rules to us."
"So don't be afraid, do what you need to do, as long as you make things pretty, no one can do anything to us!"
"After all, this is a society of laws!"
Mr. Fox had absolutely no idea where Lynch got the nerve to face the FBI, the Federal Bureau of Revenue and still be so tough, and could only attribute it to teenage boldness.
But something also seems to be changing on the inside.
This sudden, incestuous alternative summons didn't change anything, oh no, it would change a person or a family, but it wasn't Lynch and his family.
The next morning, Lynch got the phone number for the office of the federal tax commissioner in Sabine through the accounting firm where Vera worked.
It's almost time for things to end at this point, because it started with one person, then it's only right that it should end with one person.