My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 103 Hundreds of Dollars?You don't even have enough money to see a psychiatrist!

"You fucking!"

Just when Jeffrey and the others were trembling, they heard a roar, and saw Nie Zhenbang rushing over with red eyes, holding a chair in his hand, and smashing towards the opponent's head.

The other party was so scared that he quickly dodged.

The younger brother rushed over and held Jeffrey down.

"Do you want to kill him?" Gao Jun pressed Nie Zhenbang's shoulder and reached out to Alva, who handed over the Makarov pistol and stuffed it into his hand, "Hold it, you are God. "

"Let me teach you, raise your arm, point it at his forehead, and open the safety handle. It's very simple, but I'm asking, are you really going to kill him? God, there is only a one-way ticket."

How does it feel when you get the gun?
The first thought of ordinary people is not what I can get, but...it's so heavy, both mentally and physically.

A murderous weapon has represented cruelty since its birth.

"He won't go to God!" Nie Zhenbang retorted tremblingly, "Hell is his destination!"

Gao Jun smiled.

Sorry.

If I die, hell is full.

"Relax, relax..." Gao Jun pulled the trigger for him, and the bullet was shot into Jeffrey's head. Because the functional reaction was still twitching, he fired a few more shots at him, "Two bullets worth 1 dollar can hit Jeffrey's head." Do you feel that the world is wonderful after the death of a strong man?"

He said encouragingly and patted him on the shoulder, pointing to another Blair, "Next, let's talk about your practice."

Blair was terrified.

"Don't come here! Don't come here!" he yelled in horror.

did you see?
As long as you have lethal weapons, you are scary.

Cowardly people will not be treated kindly. It is everyone's nature to bully the weak and fear the hard. If the weak want to survive, they can only be stronger and more destructive than the strong.

Also, there are two tricks when begging for mercy. One is to please the person who holds the power of life and death, and the other is to give reasons that are sufficient to convince that person.

Never talk nonsense.

Gao Jun stood behind him, with his pockets in his pocket, watching him quietly.

jump jump jump!
The gunshot rang out, and Boss Gao laughed.

If this place is suitable for quail breeding, then he will never let Nie Zhenbang do it, but this is the United States.

The country with the highest crime rate.

There are falcons everywhere, and the baby quail are eaten.

If you don't want to be eaten, become a hunter.

Everyone's ankles stuck in the sewage, some choose to break free, and I choose to rot in the sewage.

Gao Jun went to press Nie Zhenbang's wrist, very stiff, and took the gun back with all his strength.

"Boss, the ambulance is here," Scotis said.

"Go and accompany your girlfriend now." Gao Jun patted Abang on the shoulder, and the other party looked at him blankly, but immediately focused on it, nodded, and ran to Wu Wenwen's side.

"Do you know where the Shelby family is?" Boss Gao suddenly turned his head and asked Huo Bingkun, who hardened his face.

"Don't worry, man, I didn't mean to kill him with an AK47, that would be rude, I just wanted to give him a gift, drop their parts on his door, declare war, there will be a declaration of war It looks like it's meaningless to talk high."

After the ambulance took Wu Wenwen to the hospital, the police car arrived late. In the dark night, Gao Jun stood at the door of the Melbourne Dental Clinic. Tonikov took out a black windbreaker from the car and put it on him. The former was tilted. He turned his head, lit a cigarette for himself, and when he blew on it, the ash rose up.

He looked at the lonely policeman who was parked opposite and didn't dare to get out of the car, smiled and shook his head, was he that scared?

Apart from the large number of people, what else is there?
Gao Jun walked over, knocked on the glass lightly, and saw that the co-pilot was a policewoman, not very old, in her early 20s, with a ponytail tied, and a good figure. The driver was a black man, and there were two white men sitting behind her. .

"Officer, are you here to sweep the floor? Sorry, maybe you have to work overtime, Akun, order them some coffee, latte, stronger."

"understood."

Gao Jun smiled, and was about to leave with a cigarette in his hand. He turned his head, reached out and touched the policewoman's face, and brushed his thumb over her lips, "Very beautiful."

The policewoman looked ashamed and angry!
Immediately prepare to draw a gun.

"No, no, no, Kailin, don't pull out your gun, do you want us to be shot to death?" the black man hurriedly pressed her hand and said in a low voice.

"He bastard, who is this? Is he in our file?" A white man sitting behind also cursed. He almost peed in fear just now, so he used this curse to express his fear.

The black policeman's years of service are a bit long, and his beard has grown stubble. He stared at Gao Jun's back with deep eyes, "Asian!"

"We just need to report the news to the Street Violence Security Working Group, and they will deal with it." Another white policeman said calmly.

"You are so cowardly, Paul!" Kailin turned her head to look at him and said word by word.

"I'm just more afraid of death."

The colleague didn't feel shameful at all, "Those medals are not worth my life."

Seeing that they were about to quarrel because of their ideas, the black man scolded, "Don't make noise, be quiet."

Karin punched the plaque angrily.

Bauer smiled disdainfully, when someone touched your face just now, you were going to cum!
Under the small government advocated by the United Kingdom and the United States, associations are actually part of the ruling class. Some people are not suitable to come forward because of status issues, but they have many needs.

The White House once revealed that dozens of aides or staff were involved in smoking "big meat", so where did their stuff come from?
You have to find the underworld to buy it.

Moreover, the military will also provide assistance to this group of people to improve their ability in street fighting.

Therefore, the society is not a certain person's society. Crime has never been the monopoly of the low-level people. Maybe a decent politician was a crazy and professional old prostitute yesterday? (I didn't say Bush!).

"Who found this today?" Gao Jun asked after getting into the car.

"Ruan Qiming's men."

"Invite him tomorrow, and I will give him the promised benefits. Also, help me find a doctor and issue some psychiatric certificates. I think I have short-term amnesia."

Huo Bingkun glanced at him from the corner of his eye, your face is ruddy and shiny, he believes that the judge is sick even if you say you are sick?
but…

Who can see the mental illness?
"I have a fellow who works at the University of California, San Francisco Medical Center, and he can issue this certificate." Huo Bingkun thought for a while and said, "I helped him solve a lot of troubles."

"Then you have to ask him how I need to play a psychopath."

The matter of killing must not escape!
Even if someone takes the blame, as one of the main people present, he will also accept the questioning, how to get rid of the crime, this is learned.

"Don't worry, the lawyer will play the role. We just need to stand quietly and listen to them. Our club cooperates with a law firm in San Francisco. They have participated in more than 100 such cases and have rich experience."

Gao Jun nodded, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, "It would be the best if we can have mental illness like Sinckley. I think the jury will sympathize with a patient with both mental illness and mental illness."

Hinckley was a favorite in the Reagan assassination.

"I heard that his father paid 1000 million dollars for his life?"

"Maybe...Anyway, in the United States, as long as you have money, it doesn't matter if there are multiple American presidents among the dead." Huo Bingkun joked to himself, "let alone a few bums that we didn't kill?"

Gao Jun listened and nodded.

So, try to be rich!
...

San Francisco. South Bay affluent area Atherton!

A house here is about 200 million US dollars.

Compared to here, the Tenderloin is hell.

look...

Even American police cars are patrolling back and forth, even if they are covered with a layer of skin, they cannot conceal the essence of watchdogs.

"Shet! Fake!"

In the famous Shelby mansion, Francis stood angrily in the living room and roared. When he raised the vase on the table and was about to smash it, a middle-aged man with eyes sitting on the sofa raised his head, " That's worth $3."

"Oh, NO!" Francis Shelby hurriedly put down the vase, put his hands on his hips, waved his hands, and complained to the middle-aged man, "Jackson, are you not in a hurry? Robbery, it's going to affect your run for the Senate!"

"Just change the batch. In San Francisco, the most indispensable thing is beautiful women." Jackson still held the newspaper in his hand, frowning, "That damn Chris, he is using his mouth to deceive the public again, How can San Francisco be so dangerous? And, he also called us a gangster political family? Walt? It's ridiculous."

Francis spread his hands, "Why are these bastards making trouble with us? The same is true for Yuri. I have to find someone to kill him."

"Yuri? I know him. He's very famous in San Francisco, but all history has taught us is that you can kill anyone. Are you sure you can kill him?" Jackson put down the newspaper, his eyes fixed Looking at him, "I don't want to be able to kill with one blow. I don't want to be remembered. Now the gangsters are far less disciplined than their fathers were."

"If not, just shut up. After my senator is elected, I will find a way to kill him. We have to be patient."

Francis nodded slowly, took a deep breath, opened the drawer of the dining table, took out something that should be mosaiced, and said with a smile, "Shall we come and have a taste?"

"Are you still smoking it?" Jackson frowned, his tone could not help raising his voice, "Don't you know what this is?"

"Don't be so serious, this stuff makes you excited. God created us to satisfy his interests, and when we humans created this, it was also for interest. We are not sinners."

Francis's sophistry speech left Jackson, who is famous for his tongue in the political arena, speechless. He watched the former smoke skillfully, trembling with excitement.

"I... saw God!"

The Shelby family knew from the name that they had a deep connection with the Razor Party in Birmingham in the 20s. They came to the United States after World War II and gained a foothold in San Francisco with their fierce style.

Fifty years of ups and downs have made their power complicated, but a major event happened in 1965. Jackson and their father were imprisoned, charged with 79 counts, and sentenced to 178 years in prison.

then…

He died in prison.

But when Jackson went to visit, he still clearly remembered his father tightly holding his hand and telling himself, "The gangsters are not the way out! This society still needs order!"

Then, he took off his suit and entered the university to study law. He wanted to go into politics!
Wealth is just an extension of power, and violence is a way of venting politics.

If criminals sit high in the White House...

Must be very exciting.

Relying on money to clear the way, Jackson sat where he is now, but if he wants to go up and run for the senator, it is a different sky. Maybe he made a fortune too fast, and the characteristics in his bones have not changed, and he is a bit barbaric.

Of course, the quickest way to learn to be a "gentleman" is to find a bunch of "dogs" outside, some of them will praise you, and the cellar is full of fresh air.

When Jackson was about to help Francis, he suddenly heard a rush of gunshots and arrogant cheers. He turned his head to look outside and heard the hurried footsteps of the security personnel.

"what happened?"

When Jackson walked out, he asked the housekeeper.

"Sir, someone rode a motorcycle, shot at the police car at the door, and threw a box in from the outside." The butler was an old man in his family, with vicissitudes in his eyes, and said calmly.

Gunshots?

It was just a little louder than it was during sex, he was talking about barking.

"What about things?"

The butler hooked his hands behind him, and saw a black security guard approaching with a large box. Just as Jackson was about to reach out, he saw the former holding his arm, "Sir, I'll come, please back away."

I'm afraid it's an assassination method.

Jackson hesitated for a while, not daring to take any risks. He nodded and walked to the back, carefully watching the butler open the box. He saw the latter startled and shouted, "Terry, what is it?"

"Sir..." The butler turned around, his expression was not very good, just about to continue speaking, when he saw Jackson, who was not in danger, he came over, he immediately smelled the smell of blood, looked down, his expression froze.

Angry-eyed heads!
Jackson's mouth was trembling. He wasn't afraid, but he felt a sudden discomfort after being a gentleman for a long time, "Damn it, take it away!"

Butler Terry hastily asked someone to remove it.

"Sir, here is a piece of paper." The black man said in a muffled voice, and carefully picked up the paper from the side of the head with two fingers. Does his action seem to be afraid that the head will suddenly rise up and bite him?

This is not a ghost novel.

Jackson didn't want to pick up such an intrusive thing, so the butler took it for him, then opened it towards him, and saw a sentence written on it: "Happy birthday to your daughter, give her a ball, great feet."

Quiet for a while.

The housekeeper realized that something was wrong, Jackson's breathing became heavier and heavier, the paper in his hand was snatched away, torn up vigorously, and thrown on the ground, cursing obscenities in British slang.

Look, when you are angry, your native language is also English.

Sure enough... monotonous.

Jackson hadn't been so angry for a long time, but his rationality told him, "Your enemy is deliberately provoking you!"

After he makes you lose your mind, you fail.

And, what if those Asians dared to do it?
It is a false proposition in itself that the disaster will not reach the family.

China has said since ancient times: Cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, so as not to revive.

There are always people who think that letting people die, or in other words, preserving kindness, is simply the Madonna cheating on the Madonna and giving birth to a Madonna bitch!

Or don't start a war!
Or, think about how many coffins you have in your home.

...

San Francisco, UCSF Medical Center.

Wu Wenwen was sent here, which is one of the best medical schools in the United States.

After hearing the news, the family members and Nie Dakuan's family cried earth-shatteringly at the door of the emergency room. The girl's mother knelt in the corner and begged bitterly.

The walls of hospitals hear more prayers than churches.

What is a god?

Maybe it is the belief that people have when they are helpless.

"Ah Jun, what's going on here? Why did Awen enter the hospital? What happened?" On the bench in the corridor, Nie Dakuan asked, looking at the slumped Abang, he stretched out his hand and slapped him angrily. "You little bastard, what did you do?"

"Cousin, cousin." Gao Jun hurriedly grabbed him, shook his head and explained, and heard that Wu Wenwen was almost abducted by human traffickers, Nie Dakuan sighed, shook his head, and could only sigh, what can he do? ?

But suddenly, as if thinking of something, he suddenly raised his head, "Where are those gangsters?"

"Maybe... ran away."

"died!"

Both gave different answers.

Gao Jun poked his head in surprise, looked at Nie Zhenbang, and saw that the other party looked at his father indifferently, "They are dead, I killed them."

Nie Dakuan widened his eyes and looked at his inattentive son. He felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the other party raise his hand, "I took a gun and smashed the other party's head."

"Boom!"

Nie Zhenbang smiled, almost gnashing his teeth, "I killed the person who bullied Awen, I watched him beg for mercy, I watched him kneeling on the ground trembling, but Dad, I'm so excited."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Nie Dakuan roared, the voice could be heard throughout the corridor, Huo Bingkun and Wu Wenwen's relatives who were standing in the distance all turned their heads.

"Old Nie, what are you doing?" Aunt Biao came over, pulled off his clothes, and whispered.

"Ask what your son did!"

The cousin looked at Abang with doubts in her eyes.

"Am I wrong? Life is trying to get money from others, from winning the Nobel Prize to highway robbery. This is the demand. I just live too much like you. I know how to handle everything by myself. , and then? What else are you other than being regarded as a good person and a softie who can be bullied?" Nie Zhenbang retorted forcefully.

"You need others to be afraid of you if you are alive. If my name gets out and San Francisco shakes three times, will anyone dare to touch Awen? No, they will be afraid of me, they will be afraid of death!"

Nie Zhenbang unbuttoned his collar and pointed to his chest, "I killed someone today. No matter how polite and reasonable a person is, it's useless. It's the most direct way to kill him with a single shot."

"Abang! What are you talking about? What are you talking about?" Aunt Biao also looked at her son in disbelief, "This can't be nonsense."

"The sky is the coffin lid, and the ground is the coffin boards. Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are all in the coffin. There is no law in this world. You have been in the United States for so long, don't you know? We have five words on our foreheads: very Always! Good! Bullying! Bullying! I was bullied and beaten by niggers at school. When I got home, I told you that you told me to swallow my anger. I endured it for 20 years. what?"

Nie Zhenbang's eyes gradually became firmer, and he looked at his parents, "But I have a gun, I am Jesus!"

"You are committing a crime and you will go to jail." My aunt was about to cry angrily.

Abang smiled, tilted his head, and looked at the floor, "A dog has no choice. I am a human being, and I have a choice. Now, I don't want to be a good person."

The cost is too high, crying is cheap, and you can only call the police if you are bullied, and then they will bully you together.

"Father, you came out of the mountains far away to find a life, is it just to find another place to suffer? You used to starve to death, and you had to work hard. Now we are going to be beaten to death, and I have to work hard. It's the same. It's all for the sake of surviving."

Nie Dakuan's face was livid, the corners of his eyes twitched, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and said nothing.

"Boss, the police are here." Tonikov whispered from behind. Gao Jun raised his head and saw a dozen policemen in police uniforms walking towards the end of the hospital corridor.

The leader was an old acquaintance, Shi Mingde.

"I knew it was you, Mr. Gao, I didn't expect us to meet so soon." The other party looked at him with a sneer.

"Your dog's nose is really smart." Gao Jun shook his head with a smile, not panicking at all, and sat on the chair, "Why, please treat me to supper tonight?"

"Fuck your mother, let me tell you that you have been arrested. This is the arrest warrant. You are involved in the Melbourne Dental Murder. Who is Nie Zhenbang!" Shi Mingde said, but his eyes were fixed on the target, obviously he was also prepared Come.

"You can come with us too."

The colleague next to him came up and put handcuffs on him. When the cousin saw this, tears came out, and she wanted to stop Nie Dakuan anxiously, and grabbed Nie Dakuan's arm, "Dakuan, talk to me."

When he heard a click and the handcuffs were put on, Nie Dakuan suddenly said, "Do you have any evidence?"

Shi Mingde frowned, looked at him, and saw the middle-aged man who looked like a dog with his arms around his back, but now he raised his head, looked at him, and emphasized, "I want to see the arrest warrant."

"who are you?"

Nie Dakuan took out his ID from his pocket and handed it over with both hands, "American Legal Lawyer," Robinson Nie, this is my ID, and I have the right to ask questions. "

"Lawyer? Even the mage came today, and they are also suspected of murder!"

Nie Dakuan shook his head, "U.S. law, without a court ruling, they are not criminals. If you directly charge the two of them, I can sue you for abuse of power. Ah Jun, do you have any personal grievances?"

"Yes!" Gao Jun nodded immediately when he heard the question.

Nie Dakuan nodded, "I also suspect that you are deliberately making trouble. Of course, this is just a suspicion. We have the right to raise reasonable doubts. You can write them down and use them as evidence in court."

"However, now you have to let me see the arrest warrant. Otherwise, I doubt whether you are the police. In the United States, if you are kidnapped, I have the right to fight back. I don't care if you are killed."

Gao Jun and Nie Zhenbang looked at each other.

"When did my cousin become so obsessed with talking?"

"I don't know. My dad took ordinary cases. However, I heard from my mother that it was almost ten years ago. Someone came to my dad and asked for his son's acquittal. My dad took it. When he came back, It was sent back by Rolls-Royce, and since that day, my family has never been short of money."

"You are looking for trouble for nothing, be careful and I will arrest you too."

"Hey, intimidating lawyers, contempt for the law, I'm sorry, Sir Shi, I recorded all of this." Nie Dakuan took out a recorder from his pocket, "I'm a lawyer, this is a professional habit, I can do it Complain against you, I reserve the right, show me the warrant now."

Shi Mingde's expression was serious.

Because he couldn't get it out at all!

There was no stamp on the arrest warrant.

It's just an ordinary label. How long has it been since the Melbourne Dental Clinic went? He also received a report. According to the procedure, the arrest warrant must be issued by the Chief of Police. How can the leader work overtime at night?

"You can't take it out, or don't you want to give it to me? OK, then I'm going to call the police. I suspect you are fake police, Gui Fen, call the police." Nie Dakuan said to his wife.

The aunt froze for a moment, nodded, and was about to make a call.

Shi Mingde wanted to take advantage of the gap to play a wave, but who knew that the lawyer was right next to him.

Failed.

"Then can I ask them to go back and investigate?" He gritted his teeth and said.

"Of course, but it's only 24 hours at most. Please show me your documents. The procedure has to go through."

Nie Dakuan's aura was different at this moment.

He looked at them one by one, and even recorded their names before nodding, and said to Gao Jun, "Go, no matter what others ask you, don't say it. If they use illegal means to torture and extract confessions, we will As far as the injury test is concerned, this Yankee's territory still needs face!"

This was said to the police.

I'm a professional, don't mess with me.

"Understood, cousin (dad)"

Nie Dakuan watched several policemen escort them away, because you are not a criminal, you cannot be handcuffed, otherwise it is an insult!
After the people left, his expression became more dignified. He looked at Huo Bingkun and said, "Tell me the whole process."

"it is good."

Nie Dakuan talked to his wife and Wu Wenwen's family, and was about to find a quiet place to listen to the details, when he saw three or four people running over anxiously, the leader was a white man, wearing a brown suit, with a calm expression.

"Mr. Huo, I'm sorry for being late." The other party said shyly, looking around, "However, where's the police?"

"Your speed is a bit slow, Mr. Smith, it's hard for me to believe your professionalism." Huo Bingkun had a bad expression.

What is a lawyer?

You have to run faster than the police. Before the person involved has caught the police station, you are already drinking tea in the chief's office.

As a result, people dragged their feet away and you came.

If Lee Harvey Oswald had been shitting, maybe Kennedy's skull wouldn't have flown.

Hearing Huo Bingkun's words, the lawyer was a little embarrassed.

"The police have already left. I intend to hand over this matter to this Mr. Nie Dakuan."

Smith frowned. This colleague has a grudge against his colleagues. Some people joked that if lawyers fight, it must be the judge who goes in.

He looked at Nie Dakuan, and suddenly seemed to think of something, his eyes widened, he looked surprised, and said in a doubtful tone, "Robinson Nie?"

Nie Dakuan looked at the other party in surprise, frowned, and thought for a while, "Hall Smith?"

"It's really you." When the other party heard it, he was very happy, opened his arms, and gave him a very warm hug, "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, my God, are you in San Francisco? I heard you before." In 1981, when I heard that you were the only Chinese in the John Hinckley case, our whole class was proud of you."

When the colleagues who came with Smith heard about this case, they immediately looked at each other in blank dismay. They were so familiar with it.

It was a classic of exoneration.

The members of those legal groups are all famous, and some even became the private consultants of certain politicians. They have a bright future and money, but why does this person look so poor?
"With your joining, this case will definitely be a success."

Nie Dakuan just smiled.

hope…

The legal counsel of the San Francisco Police Department can handle it.

……

Gao Jun and Nie Zhenbang were locked in the escort vehicle.

Shi Mingde sat next to him and kept telling him what to say, but he just didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and rested his mind.

There is a kind of one, let him be strong, let him be strong, the breeze blows the hills, let him be tyrannical, and the bright moon shines on the river, so you have a good mentality.

Shi Mingde's eyes flashed with anger, he looked at Nie Zhenbang, smiled at the corner of his mouth, but quickly restrained himself, "I heard that the girl named Wu Wenwen was seriously injured. "

Nie Zhenbang frowned.

"It's a pity, that kind of person really should be killed. If it were me, I couldn't help it. It would be cheap to give him two bullets for this bastard." Shi Mingde stopped talking when he said this, "However, if she knows , someone killed someone for her, and I don't know whether to be happy or sad."

Gao Jun glanced at Nie Zhenbang from the corner of his eye.

"It's really good to be crowned a beauty in anger. I also have to hope that she wakes up soon, so that I can ask her what happened. But, will this be too cruel to a girl?"

Nie Zhenbang clenched his hands tightly.

Shi Mingde saw this scene in his eyes, as long as the other party was angry, he would lose his mind and he could break through.

Just when he wanted to stimulate him further, Nie Zhenbang let go of his hand, breathing more evenly.

"Sir Shi, I graduated from the Psychology Department of Berkeley University. I have seen more brutal interrogation methods. Yours is outdated. If necessary, I can teach you next time." Nie Zhenbang said with his eyes closed.

These words almost didn't piss off the other party!
Gao Jun laughed when he heard this.

did you see?
When you come out to play, you must have a degree, be brave when you should be brave, and use your brain when you should use your brain, otherwise, you will not be able to evade taxes when the time comes.

You know, why accounting is a liberal arts subject?
Because in addition to being able to count, you have to be able to make up stories, otherwise, you have made more than 9 million US dollars, and you have lost money. (Fox Old Professional).

"Great! I like your stubbornness." Shi Mingde said with a gloomy face, "I will definitely catch you."

"Paranoid, you need to take medicine. I can recommend you to see a psychiatrist, but is your salary enough?" Nie Zhenbang counterattacked, opened his eyes, looked at him, and shook his head.

"Hundreds of dollars? I'll donate it to you, poor man."

……

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