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The tinkerer certainly didn't want to be in trouble, so he had to go to the police station or the FBI Los Angeles office. Practicing medicine without a license is a crime in any country, and not only can it be fined, but it can also lead to jail time.

But he didn't want to finish the operation too quickly, giving the old, fat man in front of him a chance to escape. How to complete the operation just right, without letting anyone see any flaws, was not a difficult task for him, with his super brain and senses.

As for not completing the operation and relying on his steel body to bear the bullet and force his way out, the option did not exist in the tinker's plan. Completing the operation was to justify the one million yuan reward he received.

Secondly, if you complete the procedure halfway and leave it to someone else to finish, then whether that person survives or dies from a failed operation or a post-operative infection, who should be credited with the credit?

It's not that the repairman is greedy for such credit or wants to kill anyone, but he himself wants to have a proof to prove that he has the ability to complete such a difficult operation.

So the tinkerer was keeping an eye on the police's arrival while finishing up the operation.

His movements were smooth and silky, without any deliberate pauses to delay the operation. However, compared to his performance after the laparotomy, several experienced medical staff could see that he was significantly slower.

Everyone kept silent in tacit agreement. Because they had no confidence that they wouldn't be implicated by the surgeon's crazy and suicidal behavior, the only savior was the police who were about to arrive.

If they could just bite the bullet and say they were forced to assist in the surgery, the fine shouldn't be too severe. They didn't have a license to be revoked anyway, and they'd already been kicked out of the hospital system; as long as they didn't die, their situation wouldn't seem to be any worse.

When the gallbladder and liver are ligated, the repairman picks up the syringe used to extract the fat and injects the human fat back into its original place.

The white guy who held the gun to the tinker's head cursed, "What are you doing? Are you stalling for time?"

"You know shit. If you dare to say you do, I'll just let you take over. I'll give you a chance to perform and show your loyalty, and maybe you'll get a promotion and a raise later."

"I just don't understand, that's why I'm asking."

"Okay, I'll explain it to you." The repairman stopped and turned to look at the man who was pointing a gun at him.

The tinkerer's actions drew not only a loud rebuke from the fat old white man lying on the operating table, but also from the white guy holding the gun. He said, "Don't stop! Keep operating!"

"That's what you don't know how to ask. Is it my fault?" The tinker said, pretending to be wronged. But he turned around and continued with the work at hand.

Just when the repairman had finally injected all the fat back into place, covered the exposed belly, and was about to do the final suture, everyone should have breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, the sound of a police car siren could be heard clearly from a distance.

The crowd, who had been relatively calm before, was now clearly panicking. They kept looking at the boss who was performing the operation, not only to see if the operation was complete, but perhaps also hoping that the boss would speak up so that they could escape first.

Andrew Saxon could understand the looks on everyone's faces, but there was no way he could bring himself to speak up. He didn't want to test his men's loyalty, or end up being left alone on the operating table, waiting to be apprehended by the police.

The more he felt at this moment, the calmer he became. He stopped shouting at the repairman. All he needed to do was sew the belly back together. If he slowed down the repairman's work by talking, he would be the only one to regret it.

It could be said that everyone's attention was now focused on three things: the sirens of police cars gradually approaching from a distance, the vehicles and escape routes they had prepared, and finally, of course, the progress of the repairman's operation.

Finally the stitches were done to tie the final knot, and the mender used scissors to cut off the remaining thread.

Seeing this, the white guy who had been staring at the repairman pushed the muzzle of his gun forward again, poked the back of his head, and was about to shoot.

The repairman calmly turned around, looked at the man, and said, "Hey, don't be so anxious. Your boss still has the needle in his body, so he can't move. And don't you need to cover the wound with gauze? Without protection, it will easily get infected and die."

"It's just to remove the needle and gauze, you don't need to do it." The proud white guy threatened to shoot.

He seemed eager to see the other's panicked expression and hear his plea for mercy. However, the tinker refused to cooperate and, with lightning speed, stabbed a pre-hidden scalpel into his wrist!

"You damn thing...what did you do to me!" After being stabbed, the white guy wanted to pull the trigger and kill the person in front of him.

Unexpectedly, his fingers couldn't move. His hand and wrist, holding the gun, seemed to have lost all strength, drooping limply downwards, the gun almost falling out of his hand. So he could only scream in panic.

By this time, they could already hear the police coming in, and those guarding the outermost perimeter began exchanging fire with the police. The gunfight quickly became intense, and most of the men had emptied their magazines.

He didn't care whether the needles were removed or the wounds were covered with gauze. The fat old man made a quick decision and stopped worrying about whether to kill the young doctor who blackmailed him, no matter how much he hated him. Instead, he shouted:

"Forget about him. Drive the car over here and move me into it. Leave them here and let them explain what happened here to the police themselves."

The Rolls-Royce that had brought the repairman was already waiting outside the inflatable operating room. A group of people went through the sterile passage to push the movable operating table to the side of the car so that their boss could get in.

As for the medical staff, including the repairman, who were trapped in the inflatable operating room, no one dared to compete with the group of gunmen for the only exit.

Their actions were just as the fat old man had instructed: only their own people could get on the bus, and then they'd run off. The medical staff, who had emerged from the inflatable operating room a step later, could only stare at the warehouse, where the gang had fled, and look at each other in bewilderment.

The repairman took off his outer surgical suit and threw it away somewhere.

The other medical staff were in a different situation than the tinker. Instead of putting on an extra layer over their clothes, they changed directly into scrubs. However, since it was clearly not the right time to change clothes, they simply removed their blood-stained gloves and discarded them.

I watched the repairman pick up the two large handbags filled with money and the small handbag filled with medical tools he brought with him, and walk out.

The bewildered group of people did not dare to act alone. They picked up their things and followed the repairman.

Chapter 236 Greedy Request

The sounds of gunfire could be heard from time to time not far away. For Americans, this was not unusual, if not commonplace.

But even if they are familiar with such sounds, it does not mean that they are not afraid. Perhaps because they are more aware of the power of guns, they understand the principle of leaving the fighting scene as quickly as possible.

The path the tinker led us through had basic lighting for the most part, except for the occasional unlit straight stretch that frightened the followers. This was a boon for those navigating the warehouse district at night.

They sounded like they were staying away from the gun battle, which was even more reassuring. However, not all of the people who followed were blind followers. Some of them had different ideas and followed the tinker.

Seeing that they had walked quite a distance, although they had not yet left the warehouse area, they should be safe. Then a middle-aged black man stopped the tinker and said, "Hey, brother, wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" the tinker stopped answering.

"Look, you've betrayed our employer to the police, so we don't know who to ask for our wages today. I accompanied you through an operation, and it was exhausting and scary. I deserve some damn reward, right?"

The black man's accent was fast and broken, but it was not so fast that the tinker could not understand him. He even understood the meaning of the words. It was just a matter of money.

Without hesitation, the tinker threw one of the bags of money in front of the crowd and said, "This bag of money you can divide among yourselves. I don't care about the rest. No one has ever seen me. Do you understand?"

The black man who spoke smiled and said, "Hey, man, you're on to something. We naturally know what to say and what not to say."

While answering, the middle-aged black man was also the first to rush to the money bag, unzip it and take a look at his gains.

With the first one, the others who had just wanted to escape at the beginning also gathered around the money bag and asked for a share of the profits.

They agreed to assist in this operation simply for the money. If they can't compete with the surgeon for the lion's share, can't they also ask for an equal share of the profits with the others?

So no matter whether they are bold or timid, after seeing the money, they will sit down and divide the spoils.

This also showed that they had little experience in this kind of thing. There was no reason to divide the loot without first finding a safe place, but the sight of the huge pile of cash had everyone's attention.

Just as everyone was happily rolling up the bills, watching closely to see who had the largest bill so the other person wouldn't have to take one, a group of police officers, guns drawn, surrounded them from the front and back, shouting, "LAPD! Everyone, don't move!"

For a moment, all the people who were dividing the money on the spot didn't know what to do, and they just stared at the police.

They held the rolls of money they had been given, unwilling to put them down; there was a large bag of money on the ground that had not yet been divided, and they were reluctant to run away. As a result, they were surrounded by the police and could not escape.

Then they remembered that there was still one person who hadn't received any money. Why didn't he remind everyone?

When they turned around, the repairman was nowhere to be seen... They had been abandoned.

At that moment, someone shouted, "There's another person! Another person ran away." The middle-aged black man who was the first to ask for money shouted the loudest.

The police weren't polite either. A group of people were wearing bloodstained clothes, and there was stolen money on the ground and in their arms. Even if it had nothing to do with Andrew Saxon's case, there must be something fishy going on. Of course, they'd cuff them first.

The police who handcuffed the group of people said to them while suppressing them who were unwilling to be arrested: "Don't worry, no matter who it is, he can't escape the police encirclement.

"You're all highly educated people, so you don't need to listen to my Miranda warnings. I think you understand your rights. Or do we all need to go through the formal process?"

There wasn't just one police officer present; some, unable to bear the old man's teasing of the suspect, delivered the full Miranda warning, which essentially said, "You have the right to remain silent."

This kind of thing doesn't need to be announced to each suspect one by one. As long as someone says it at the arrest scene, it is assumed that everyone knows it.

Not listening carefully and not paying attention are symptoms of mental illness and are not the police's responsibility.

In the United States, if you are sentenced to mental illness detention, don't think that you can live a carefree life and lead a normal life as if nothing happened.

Instead, they are locked up in a mental hospital and locked up until they die, which is a direct life sentence, and the result is even more terrifying. Even if they are not really crazy at the beginning, they will be locked up until they are crazy in the end.

Among those who were captured, a few were unwilling to give up and desperately shouted the name of the Fixman. However, they only knew the word "Fixman" and did not know his real name.

Besides, the police had enough personnel involved in this operation to naturally divide the work. The other fugitive suspects could be handled by others, and they only needed to take care of the people they had captured.

So things were not as the middle-aged Lao Hei had thought. He was able to divert most of the attention from them to the escaped repairman, so that the police would allocate most of their manpower to chase him, making it easier for them to break free and escape.

Besides, there is so much money on the ground. As long as it is proven to be illegally obtained, it can be confiscated by the police and become part of the police bonus pool.

At that time, the bonuses for solving cases and incentive bonuses will be given various names as welfare benefits for police officers, so that everyone can share the money and be happy.

Who says there aren't legal money laundering methods in the United States? This money laundering method simply prevents the money from returning to its original owner, but it instantly turns the dirty money into legal money.

As long as the winners pay their taxes, the money is no longer a secret. Of course, counterfeit bills still need to be picked out.

As for extra income like this, if the FBI were smart, they wouldn't compete with the LAPD for it.

Because the credit for Andrew Saxon's success went to the FBI. If they didn't give the police officers a little sweet treat, who would be willing to support them in the future?

The tinkerer, who had disappeared from the scene, had already fled at super speed after confirming there were no witnesses. Not to mention the police and FBI's tight net, even enclosed buildings couldn't stop him from passing through walls.

He was being followed by a group of people before and couldn't use his super speed, so he managed to lead them out of the gap surrounded by the police with great difficulty.

The police siege seemed tight, but the warehouse area was so vast that there were still gaps to escape before they closed in. As long as they moved quickly, there was a chance to escape.

Unexpectedly, they actually asked for money. The repairman didn't feel bad at all and just threw a bag of money to them. Diverting their attention and saving himself more trouble was a good thing.

Don't just think about throwing away half the reward, wondering if it was a profit or a loss. From the very beginning, the tinkerer hadn't anticipated this income. Furthermore, it was shady money, so how to use it was also a problem.

So, if you give it, you give it. The most important thing is to get out of this situation successfully. The tinkerer really doesn't care whether the money is a lot or a little.

Chapter 237 FBI Action

At the FBI's Los Angeles office, several agents are compiling the records of the arrest operation and the prosecution information of all the arrested persons.

The criminal gang headed by Andrew Saxon, from top to bottom, had several wanted warrants on their backs. From minor offenses like fighting to major offenses like murder and arson, no one was clean.

Some people could be turned against him and become tainted witnesses to nail down the evil Andrew Saxon. Some people already had irrefutable evidence and could be handed over to the prosecutor for quick prosecution and imprisonment.

What was particularly interesting was that a group of illegal medical personnel with criminal records or revoked licenses were apprehended at the scene. These people were the ones who assisted Andrew Saxon in the operation.

If they were simply assisting in illegal medical procedures, they could be fined or even released with a verbal warning. Compared to the Saxon criminal gang, this group of people was simply not worth wasting time on.

Yet, a large amount of illegal funds was confiscated from them, amounting to over 300,000, almost 400,000! In order to legally confiscate this illegal funds, these people had no choice but to be listed as targets for prosecution.

Perhaps the Saxony gang's criminal activities have nothing to do with this group of people, but before they agree to give up the ownership of the illegal funds, they can use their illegal medical practices as an excuse to blackmail them.

Whether they plead guilty or not, the only difference is whether to cut corners and let them go, or to prosecute them and send them to prison. In any case, the money will never be returned to them.

But there's one figure who couldn't be circumvented in everyone's testimony: the surgeon who performed Andrew Saxon's surgery, codenamed "The Tinker."

"Has the Tinker been caught? Or has anyone identified who the Tinker is?" asked Agent James.

The young agent who was questioned shook his head and said, "No. We only have limited clues: the tinker is a white male with a prominent scar on his face and dressed like a 19th-century Frenchman. We haven't caught anyone yet."

"Damn it." Agent James knew this was the outcome, but he couldn't help but ask if the newcomer had any different information. "Have you asked the LAPD? Maybe they're just after the money and won't tell us even after they catch him."

"I've asked, and the result is the same." The young agent's answer was not only disappointing, but he himself was also a little disappointed.

"You said that the doctors and nurses who were arrested said that the repairman also had a bag of money, and the two bags totaled one million. Is this true or false?" Agent James asked unwillingly.

"It should be true, right? Those Saxon gang members confirmed it. Their boss did give us a million in cash as the surgery fee."

"So, that fat old man really performed a difficult operation in that kind of ghost place?" Agent James asked again.

I recalled the inflatable mobile operating room we saw during our investigation. It was actually quite high-end medical equipment, but compared to the filthy, smelly, and abominable warehouse environment, it was like heaven and hell appearing in the same place.

The young detective said, "The testimony of the Saxon gang and the doctors at the Los Angeles hospital confirmed that Andrew Saxon had indeed undergone a major surgery and needed post-operative care.

"If we don't want him to get infected and die, there's nowhere else he can go except the hospital."

"Maybe it's just an appendectomy?"

"To remove the appendix, there's no need to make a nearly 50-centimeter incision in the abdomen. That's what the doctor at the Los Angeles hospital said."

After answering his companion, the new agent cautiously said, "It's not like we don't know where the tinker's clinic is. Why don't we arrest him or shut down the illegal clinic? What concerns does the superior have?"

Seeing the newcomer banging his head against the wall like a fool, in order to avoid being implicated, the old man James could only admonish: "Don't you know how the bureau treats people like him?"

"What kind of person?" the young agent asked puzzled.

James lowered his voice and said, "He's a waiter at the Continental Hotel."

"Big... is that the place the Director warned us to be cautious when we encountered it on the day we declared our joining the company?"

"Yes, that's the place."

The young agent asked in confusion, "We represent the United States of America. Why are we so cautious about an underground organization?"

Agent James said: "Because they represent another world order, just like we won't clash with the CIA overseas. The CIA can only keep its tail between its legs at home.

"Unless we have solid evidence that someone in the Continental Hotel has committed a federal felony, the bureau will not investigate or file a case.

"Otherwise, we could have arrested a small-time character like the tinker long ago. It's not like we just found out the location of his clinic today. But after arresting him, how are you going to prosecute him?

"Practicing medicine without a license isn't a federal felony. He's only violating Section 2052 of the California Business and Professions Code. The maximum penalty is a $10,000 fine or sixteen months in state prison. It's none of our business."

"Then...should we notify the IRS?" suggested the new agent.

But this only made the veteran agent like James sneer and say, "Do you have some misunderstanding about the IRS? Just because they arrested Al Capone, they think they can deal with criminals all over the world?