The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 131 Jane: Obviously I came first!

"Why does he resist us so much?"

Susan frowned as she watched the bald old accountant leave.

The surveillance video of bribery and bribery cannot be used as evidence in court because of the wrong origin, but they don’t need to play like this, as long as the bald old accountant and the New York judge are involved, and then the Gambino family is brought out, the bet is The New York judge either compromised or pressured the Gambino family to let them clean it up.

Either way, the bald old accountant's ending won't be too good.

Over the past more than 40 years, the bald old accountant has indeed contributed to the Gambino family and the calf-selling groups, but once there is a risk, these calf-selling groups will never bet on the loyalty of the bald old accountant with the safety of their own family books of.

As smart as a bald old accountant, she would not fail to understand this truth, but no matter what they said, the bald old accountant would rather risk being killed than cooperate with them, she really couldn't figure it out.

Chuck was not surprised, and said calmly: "I said it a long time ago, he is very smart!"

"..."

Susan choked suddenly.

She knew that Chuck was referring to what he had told her earlier, the statistical probability of the outcome of working with them on the witness protection program.

Gambling on the trust of calf-trafficking groups like the Gambino family is nothing more than a single shot at worst.

And if you choose to cooperate with them, the ending is almost the same, a word of death, but there is a high probability that you will be terrified for many years, and finally you will be tortured to death.

Smart people do know how to do it.

But people like her hate smart people!
"what should I do now?"

Susan suppressed the complaints in her heart.

"Continue to follow and monitor him."

Chuck said: "Waiting for the opportunity to come, when it is really a life-and-death crisis, in the state of survival, smart people will also lose their minds."

Susan nodded, then glanced at Chuck: "You shouldn't say something about pretending to be assassinated."

"Isn't this an open secret?"

Chuck looked at her and said frankly.

"..."

Susan took a deep breath and said unhappily, "Then besides this open secret, what other open secrets do you know? Let me hear."

"You want to try?"

Chuck frowned.

"something wrong?"

Susan smiled secretly, imitating Chuck's appearance, and said blankly: "Isn't it a very common thing for you?"

"Of course there is a problem!"

Chuck said seriously: "These public secrets are also secrets, and they cannot be brought to court to be told publicly, because they violate the law."

"You care about the law that much?"

Susan was amused, and looked at Chuck with disbelief.

"Of course!"

Chuck said frankly: "The law is the minimum moral requirement for people, and I am a human being."

Susan froze for a moment, chewing on this sentence, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this sentence had endless aftertaste, but although she agreed with this sentence in her heart, she couldn't see Chuck's overly calm look afterwards, and said arguing: "Then it's up to you That is to say, those who break the law and commit crimes are not human beings? And what are those who have been grasping at the words of the law, left and right on the line delineated by the law?"

"Not absolutely."

Chuck shook his head.

"why?"

Susan laughed.

"Because some laws are not made by humans."

Chuck said calmly.

The so-called laws and regulations, there are many thieves. Western laws have gone to this extreme. In order to leave a gap for the powerful to practice the art of trading, the legal provisions are becoming more and more detailed. It seems to be for better law enforcement. They are not only not being human themselves, but also forcing everyone not to be human.

The corners of Jane's mouth, which was listening, couldn't help but curve.

She'd never found herself enjoying watching Chuck choke so much.

The case has now entered the waiting period.

After Susan explained that the FBI's technical department continued to monitor, she announced her dismissal.

Any job is for a better life.

"Agent Banner, let's go play together?"

Susan invited Jane with a smile.

"……playing what?"

Jane originally wanted to talk to Chuck alone, but seeing Susan's half-smile expression, her refusal turned into a rhetorical question with her head held high.

"Las Vegas, of course I'm trying my luck."

Susan laughed: "It's just the two of us playing, he has no chance to play!"

"why?"

Jane puzzled.

Susan told Chuck about passively becoming the supreme VIP.

Jane found it both funny and a little displeased. She didn't know about this kind of thing, but this Susan knew... She was the one who came first.

"Doctor Wolfe, do you have anything to say?"

Susan teased.

"Have."

Chuck nodded: "When you play, stay away from the slot machine."

"why?"

Susan joked: "Is it because playing slot machines is pure luck, and it is possible to be manipulated behind the back of the casino, so you lose nine out of ten bets?"

"No."

Chuck shook his head: "For you, gambling is only luck, there is no skill at all. I remind you not to play slot machines because Cooper's grandma is also there."

"What does this have to do with that little guy's grandmother?"

Susan automatically filtered out the belittling words of 'no skill and pure luck', and asked very curiously.

"Because Cooper's grandmother is getting old."

Chuck said frankly: "People at their age who still like to gamble mostly play slot machines, and their body self-control ability is not as good as before. Under the stimulation of such joy and sorrow, it is easy to lose control..."

"Ouch."

Before he finished speaking, Susan interrupted with a look of suspicion.

She never expected Chuck to be so disgusting.

But after thinking about it for a while, she didn't suspect that Chuck was using lies to disgust her specifically, because this was indeed a reasonable and high probability event.

She will never play slot machines again!

no way! ! !

Jane couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing anymore.

"You can still laugh?"

Susan looked at her speechlessly: "Don't you find it disgusting?"

"no."

Jane suppressed a smile: "If from a medical point of view, Chuck is just describing a very normal physiological phenomenon, besides, don't you have any old people in your family? Even as beautiful as you, don't you have these physiological conditions?"

Susan was speechless. Seeing Jane's heartfelt smile, her expression changed, and she also changed into a smiling face: "You're right, fairies have to shit too."

"..."

The smile on the corner of Jane's mouth suddenly froze.

Normal is normal, say what you say, but can you stop talking so blatantly?
She couldn't bear it any longer.

Seeing this, Susan laughed even happier.

Compared with her non-mainstream?

Jane is so innocent at first glance, how could she be her opponent!

She let herself go, she was afraid, okay?
Chuck didn't bother to care about them anymore. Even if they were all as beautiful as fairies, it wasn't a pleasant scene to keep saying these things.

Walking to the elevator entrance, I saw the Cooper family returning happily, led by Aunt Sheldon.

Ok.

Except for Little Sheldon and Little Sheldon's grandmother.

"Hi, Chuck!"

Missy, who was wearing fashionable big sunglasses and drinking colorful drinks, greeted Chuck happily.

Chuck nodded at her.

"It's fun here."

Missy is a socially obsessed person. She doesn't care about Chuck's indifference, and continues to express her happiness enthusiastically: "The buffet is also great, and the drinks are super delicious. Would you like to try it?"

As he spoke, he handed the colorful drinks in his hand to Chuck.

"Missy!"

Little Sheldon's father, George, stopped embarrassingly: "Dr. Wolf is a man, how can he drink these things."

"Dad, you are too narrow."

Missy rolled her eyes: "Why can't men drink this? The drink tastes good as long as it tastes good. Why do you have to separate men and women!"

"You do not understand."

Little Sheldon's father, George, hesitated to speak.

He can't give his daughter a popular science man to drink this to look sissy, or even be regarded as gay.

"Chuck, don't you think so?"

Missy smiled at Chuck.

"Do not."

Chuck shook his head.

In the previous life, this kind of statement may be fine, but in this comprehensive world of American dramas, everything has connotations, and everything is on the line.

You are drinking there with colorful drinks, and there are really strong men who will come over to strike up a conversation, because this is the color that strong men can only control.

"Missy, you are enough!"

Little Sheldon's mother, Mary, couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted at her daughter, "I've been playing like crazy for a day, so go back to sleep soon."

"Beware of bedwetting at night."

Little Sheldon's elder brother, George Jr., was not old enough to enter the casino to play. For him, he was unable to conduct business model research, so he was very depressed. Seeing this, he couldn't help but teased his sister.

"Little George!"

Missy blushed immediately, and stared fiercely at her brother.

"That's enough, besides, I really want to make preparations."

Little Sheldon's mother Mary threatened.

Missy fell silent for a moment.

At this age of talking about how old you are or how young you are, it is really embarrassing to be told such embarrassing things in public by your family members.

"Aren't you going up?"

When the elevator arrived, Mary couldn't help reminding Chuck not to go in.

"I'll wait for the next shift."

Chuck took a look at Little Sheldon's daddy's stomach.

"Haha."

Missy immediately laughed knowingly.

The corner of Little Sheldon's father's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously retracted his big belly, turning it into a mixed abs.

When the elevator was about to open, Chuck looked at Mary and reminded, "Be prepared."

"what!"

Missy cried out a little frantically.

"It's not you!"

Chuck looked at her.

At this time, the elevator has been closed and started to go up.

"Not Missy?"

Mary froze.

"Of course not me!"

Missy understood immediately, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "How can I still wet the bed at such an age, Chuck must be talking about Sheldon! You forgot, the first time Chuck met Sheldon, Sheldon I just peed, maybe this time is no exception, hehe."

"Correct!"

Little George nodded in agreement: "This guy might be Sheldon's nightmare."

"What are you so happy about?"

Mary also believed a little bit, and secretly prepared to go back and make preparations, but when she saw a pair of children gloating about this, she immediately put on a straight face: "That's your older brother and younger brother!"

Missy and Little George looked at each other and said in unison, "Yes, if it wasn't for Sheldon, we wouldn't be so happy."

"It makes sense..."

Little Sheldon's father, George, muttered.

Mary: "..."

(End of this chapter)