In the detention center, the suspect is myself

Chapter 341 The night before the storm is endless silence! [Please give me a monthly ticket! 】

No, you are guilty too! ?

Ralof was shocked and his heart thumped.

To be honest, he knew Ian fairly well. In a country like Bald Eagle, where family ties were relatively weak, he could be said to stand out among his family members.

Wife and children, this is his weakness!
Therefore, he took Ian's family away early in the morning before executing the plan to blackmail him.

I originally thought that the other party would be obedient and be a scapegoat.

But for now.
"I was wrong, I'm sorry for Director Dylan's trust!"

There was a hint of regret in Ian's eyes.

"Ian, think about your wife and children."

Ralof quickly interrupted him, the threat in his eyes undisguised.

"You made such a big mistake. Don't you want to say something to your wife and children?"

Threat?

Ian glanced at Ralof, who he had served for a long time, and then looked away.

"Wife and child?"

"Of course I have."

A person who made a huge mistake wants to say something to a child?
The reporters below suddenly became excited. This was a big breaking point for them!

But what Ian said next was different from what was expected, and everyone was stunned.

"When I met my wife, I was still a police officer. At that time, like other colleagues in the California Police Department, I protected traffickers, collected protection fees from the underworld, and went to bars and nightclubs to spend money day and night. "

“But when I met my wife, she made me stop being around addicts and let me become a police officer.”

"A real police officer."

Ian said lightly, his voice was not loud, but in the quiet environment, everyone could hear him.

"As for California police officers, their salaries are often not very high, about $[-] a month."

A thousand dollars, at this time, was definitely considered rich in the Yanhuang Kingdom!

However, they earn US dollars and spend US dollars, not to mention supporting their families.

"My wife was pregnant, and when the child was born, I knew clearly that a thousand dollars was not enough to feed a child."

"As a police officer, how do you get money? Naturally, you can sell the collected prohibited items, or collect protection fees, etc."

After saying this, the reporters in the audience showed a glint in their eyes.

Indeed, this matter is no longer a secret, but if it is said from Ian's mouth, it can stand on the moral high ground and criticize the California Police Department and even all Bald Eagle Police Departments for being useless!
Looking at them, Ian spoke again.

"Of course, my wife doesn't want me to support our children with a criminal's money."

"So, I have no other way out except for promotion."

"Then, as Lieutenant Governor Larov said, I approached him and his wife for this purpose."

Raloff is so innocent! ?
Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar, and the crowd began to stir, and countless black people glared at him.

In order to get promoted or get a raise, do something worse than an animal? !

At this time, they wanted to go directly to the stage and kill Ian!
At this time, few people paid attention to Larov, which should have been a good thing for him.

But for some reason, Larov felt uneasy in his heart, and he stared at Ian.

"Okay, now that the matter is clear, Chief Ian can go down. If you have any further questions, please bring it to the court."

Larov said quietly, interrupting everyone.

As he spoke, he waved his hand, hoping to find someone to take the reporters and black people away before they recovered.

"Governor Larov, I know you are in a hurry, but please don't be anxious yet."

Looking at Larov, Ian smiled.

Immediately, he turned his head and looked at the reporter below him.

"Do you know how I, as a small police officer, contacted a high-level figure like Lieutenant Governor Larov?"

"Do you know why I, Governor Larov, promoted me from police officer to sergeant?"

"Do you know why I can't get promoted even though my boss is Larov?"

Three questions suddenly appeared, catching everyone present off guard.

Ralof's heart sank, and he looked at Ian gloomily.

"Ian, you can tell the judge these words!"

With that said, Larov looked back, trying to find someone to take Ian away.

He understood.

This guy is ready to fight to the death!
"If you behave well, maybe you can meet your wife and children a few more times."

As Ralof said, he looked back, only to find that the people behind him were gone. The policemen who were disguised as bodyguards before were actually gone!

He was a little stunned, but Ian couldn't stop talking.

"How can a little guy like me have channels to contact Larov, who is the governor?"

"I remember that I encountered a case at that time. In the case, the cause of death of a black man had not been identified, but the superiors ordered the case to be closed. I felt something was fishy, ​​so I tried to overturn the case and follow the case to investigate."

Search further, what did you find?

Ian looked at Ralof with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Ian, that's enough, the judge will be more interested in your words!"

Larov couldn't hold it in any longer. He glanced at the people in the audience, with a sullen face, and wanted to take the other person away by force.

But unfortunately.
"When I was checking, my boss found me and his words were full of knocks on me. At that moment, I knew that the result of this case was not the result, but the result that some people wanted!"

"I have kids and I need money, so I'm taking sides."

"Not long after, a person contacted me and told me to go to a restaurant for dinner."

"There, I saw a lot of eye-popping, bloody and perverted things. I also met my boss, and I also met a person that was beyond my imagination!"

Dining room?

What restaurant?How to play?What a way to play! ?

Moreover, there are high-ranking police officers in such a place! ?
In an instant, the entire scene was in an uproar, and everyone had confused looks on their faces. Some people seemed to have guessed something, and their faces turned ugly.

The reporter also squinted his eyes.

Perhaps, this case is not what Larov said.
looks.
There is a hidden secret here!
Ralof rushed forward with a livid face, trying to take him away, and even wanted to cover his mouth.

But there were at least ten thousand people present, how could he dare to cover his mouth! ?

"Think of your wife and children!"

At this point, he couldn't pull Ian away, so he could only grit his teeth and beg for this matter to have some impact on Ian.

Ian ignored him, and he ignored the body being pushed.

"Governor Larov!"

"In that perverted, hidden restaurant, there appeared the most distinguished governor in the entire California, that is, Raloff!"

"He said he's glad I took sides!"

"He offered me a handsome salary, a price I couldn't refuse, but only asked me to do a few small things."

As he spoke, Ian laughed, and he used force to force the empty-headed Larov to fall to the ground.

Everyone present was stunned. They all looked at Ian, as if they had heard something terrible.

"What little thing?"

"Help him dispose of the body!"

"That restaurant is exclusively for the rich to enjoy, including but not limited to torture and murder."

"There are one or two deaths of black people every month. At this time, if my boss comes forward, people will always be suspicious, and it is perfect for me to come forward."

"As a price, he gave me the position of police sergeant, with a monthly salary of US$1!"

"And all I have to do is deal with a few lives."

$1
Just, how many lives?

Two murders, said so easily?It can also be measured in money! ?

Everyone present was silent.

but.
The night before a storm is always so dull and calm, with only a trace of wind blowing aimlessly on the streets.

Moreover, hidden in the depths are boundless thunder and violent storms!
At this time, no one paid attention to Rarov.

As for Larov, his hands and feet were cold, and he looked at Ian in disbelief.

He has relatives of the other party in his hands!
Also, why is my bodyguard missing? ?

Where's Dylan?
Why hasn't Dylan sent someone over to stop this farce? ?

At this time, Larov's mind went blank. He was like a child who had been abandoned and thrown into an orphanage. Great emptiness and panic swept through his body.

At this time, everyone present came back to their senses a little.

But his expression was still extremely shocked.

Lieutenant Governor of California.
They actually don't treat citizens as human beings in private, and they even treat them as tools for the pleasure of the rich! ?

Moreover, after something happened, he still stood here and pretended to be compassionate, pretending that he was the victim and did not dare to admit the problem.
And all black people think differently than reporters.

There is only one thought in their minds.

The person targeting me is not the police or white people I see every day.

But the Bald Eagle senior management.
It is they who make it impossible for them to live and to live as a human being.
Quiet.

Terribly quiet.

The scene was much quieter than when the press conference first began.

A reporter moved his throat.

His numb pupils had a different look.

"Chief Ian."

"Document, do you have evidence!?"

Evidence, after hearing these two words, everyone came back to their senses.

No matter what it is, whether it's a quarrel or a murder, you need evidence!
Unless the whole country believes that a certain country possesses 'weapons of mass destruction', in this case any evidence will be pale and feeble.

Only you really have weapons of mass destruction!
Raloff was like a dried up fish, as if he had received a drop of rainwater to ignite his hope.

But that hope was fleeting.

Ian's expression changed, his mouth squirmed, and after a while, a USB flash drive stained with saliva appeared in front of everyone.

He vomited on the ground.

A female reporter was not afraid of getting dirty and picked it up with her hands.

"That's the evidence."

Ian grinned and then looked at Ralof.

Raloff felt a chill in his body, he could see it.

Someone is tricking him!
He turned his head sharply and looked towards the administrative building, somewhere in an office on the top floor.

Through the window, two figures can be vaguely seen.He stared at one of the figures.

Just as he was doing this, suddenly, several people walked out of the crowd.

These men in plain clothes, a mixture of blacks and whites, with strong builds, stood in front of Raloff.

"FBI!"

"Instructions have been received and we are taking away the Lieutenant Governor of California, Larov."

As he spoke, several men revealed the guns they carried.

FBI.

One of the highest levels of Bald Eagle Police!

It is not just an intelligence agency, but also manages things related to crime. Even other countries, such as undercover agents, or Shidel who was hiding in the Yanhuang Kingdom, are inseparable from them!

Most of them are special tasks, and the people responsible for these things can also be commonly called spies.

The FBI, who can be sent out to arrest Larov, are all experienced and experienced players.

According to experience, when it comes to black people, you only need to flash the firearm in your hand, and the other party will naturally not resist.

but now.
The FBI police officer frowned and looked at the tens of thousands of people in front of him who were silent, eerily quiet, and didn't give any reaction.

He looked at the pair of eyes with eyes as thick as water as they stared at him.

He paused slightly.

Without saying anything else, he was about to step forward and take away the USB flash drive from the reporter's hand.

but he found
The eyes of tens of thousands of people all followed his movements.

The man paused, a sense of crisis emerging from his heart.

He had heard a question.

How to manage ten people with two bullets?
The answer is, two bullets cannot manage ten people.

But one bullet can manage nine people!
But, looking at it now.
The guns he was wearing, all the guns and ammunition in the hands of the FBI combined.

We can’t manage the tens of thousands of people in front of us!

His movements were frozen. The people in front of him were like gas tanks.

He knew that what he was doing now was playing with fire in a room where gas was leaking!
Behind him, Larov collapsed on the ground with a blank expression. He didn't say a word as he was dragged away.

Ian smiled, but his smile was a little sad, and he said nothing when the police took him away.

The two main characters are gone.

There is only one USB flash drive in front of everyone.

Just when the federal police were in a dilemma.
A voice appeared in his ear.

"Muggles, don't bring back the USB flash drive."

A small voice sounded in the headset in his ear.

Hearing this, the federal police breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, without saying anything more, he silently retreated.

Larov and Ian did not leave from the main entrance, but were taken to an inconspicuous corner and then disappeared.

There were only silent crowds and reporters at the scene.

The protagonists have all disappeared, no one has organized, but no one has left.

Everyone seems to be waiting for something.

"Guru~"

The female reporter holding the USB flash drive swallowed her saliva. She looked at the eyes gathered around her and her eyes twitched.

She wants to leave.

With this USB flash drive, this only piece of evidence, she will definitely become the most famous and popular reporter in Bald Eagle in one fell swoop!
but she dare not
After a long while, she gritted her teeth and walked towards the console that controlled the big screen.

Then, insert the USB disk.

He clicks on a video.

After a while, a voice rang out.

This is crying.

The cry was very childish.

This is the cry of a child.

On the big screen, Larov's naked body appeared in the center of the camera, surrounded by countless smiling men, also without clothes.

On Larov's body, he was holding a child, and the sound was made by the child.

In the crowd, a man stared blankly at the child who was crying and unable to resist.

This is the kid who went to kindergarten and disappeared one day
The child was crying and more than ten people around were laughing.

Raloff was laughing too.

The video is not long, with a total of six clips, four of which are related to Larov, pieced together into a 5-minute progress bar.

The video is very long, and one person in the crowd appears to have aged more than ten years in an instant.

There were no loudspeakers, only one microphone, and the microphone was taken away by Ian.

Everyone looked at the big screen with expressionless faces.

The sound of this video is very low.

But everyone can hear it.

That helpless cry.

"Can Raloff still live?"

"You want to protect him?"

"No, I just asked."

"You can live, you can't live."

"What do you mean?"

In the administrative building, Dylan looked at the sturdy white man next to him and asked.

"According to the culpability, he can live."

"The black man was not going to survive on his terms."

"What's going on?" Dylan frowned.

What do you mean, according to the guilt, Larov can live! ?

What he committed was a heinous crime!
The other party can still survive in this situation! ?
"The degree of guilt needs to be determined by law, but Larov."

The man next to him paused, then frowned.

"The club was not founded by Larov."

"I know it was founded by his wife, but anyone with a discerning eye will know it belongs to Larov!" Dylan sighed.

He sincerely gave Larov advice.

But unfortunately.

The FBI is coming
The opponent's speed was too fast and swift, as if someone had specifically reported them and came to investigate.

Of course, this does not refer to public reports.

But someone from above reported it!

"No, you still don't understand what I mean."

The FBI man shook his head.

"The club was not founded by Larov or his wife."

"His wife's club is just a platform to hide from others and win over members of the real club!"

"And Larov is just one of the countless members of the club."

"We have not found the real owner of the club, and we have not found any information about the other party!"

A real club?

In other words, the club had already appeared before Larov had any contact with it!

In fact, some of the members have seniority much earlier than Larov!

And Larov's own operations were just to win over the other party. He asked the hotel owner to provide the key, or covered up the body. These were just the things he did.
The real person behind the scenes has not been found yet
The FBI hasn't found it yet! ! !

Dylan frowned.

He suddenly found out.

The club's problems were far beyond his imagination!
"The first responsible person cannot be found. His responsibility is only enough for his own death."

"However, he is the lieutenant governor himself and has a family fortune of hundreds of millions of dollars. In other words, Larov is capital!"

As he said that, the man looked at Dylan.

"The bald eagle is a capitalist country!"

Dylan was stunned for a moment, then understood.

If Larov can die, it means that if Dylan and others make mistakes, they will also die.

This means that capitalist capital is no longer the backbone of their arrogance!
This is something that is never allowed.

Regardless of the business community or the government, there will be many people who hope that Larov lives.

"If he lives"

Dylan hesitated, "What to do with those people?"

"What will they do?"

"them?"

The FBI agent looked at the terrifyingly silent crowd outside through the single window, and then shook his head.

"Just a bunch of black people."

"What kind of storm can it cause?"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Dylan was stunned for a moment, then fell silent and sat back in his seat.

That's right, even if Larov is alive, what can these people do?

In the end.
Just a bunch of black people.

at the same time.

In the California police station, two people were enjoying a feast of black rice when they suddenly had a clever idea.

Xu Hao suddenly said in surprise:
"Superman, count the time"

"The Bald Eagle seems to have no reason to confine us. It's almost time for us to go out."

"We're almost out of jail!!!"

ps: There is a group number awa in the profile
(End of this chapter)