New York traffic left Russell in despair. It took him a full two hours to get from the bank to the upscale apartment where David Rice lived. If he had not insisted on handling the case as a police officer, he would have shoved open the car door and flown over long ago.
At the apartment front desk, Russell showed his police badge and learned that David Rice had gone out that morning and was not home.
Russell did not mind. He had the front desk open David Rice's door, refusing their offer to call and notify him. He searched David Rice's home while waiting for him to walk into the trap.
Photos of tourist attractions could be seen everywhere in the luxuriously decorated room. With a Teleporter's superpower, every photo represented David Rice's footprints.
To be honest, without any preparation, it would be nothing more than a fool's dream for an ordinary person to catch him.
One second he was in the Western Hemisphere, and the next he had arrived in the Eastern Hemisphere. How could anyone catch him?
Russell examined the photos and found a great deal of travel souvenirs purchased with Money Power, as well as David Rice's personal collection.
Motorcycles, surfboards, skis, racing suits, diving suits, climbing gear... and even engines removed from supercars.
Rather than an apartment, this room looked more like a display case for a rich kid, used to show off his colorful backpacking life.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Russell knocked here and there on the walls, found a sealed secret room, and forcibly demolished the wall to enter it.
The secret room was not large, only around seven or eight square meters. Three rows of shelves stood against the walls, every level packed with cash.
It was not limited to American dollars!
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