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Chapter 590 Now it’s a Mexican dream

In the South District, the old rental houses are filled with the strong scent of flowers.

Gray felt like she was going to vomit again, and she lay on the bed tiredly, not even wanting to wear clothes.

The trash can next to the bed already contained countless bags of cream, and it was also the main source of the floral fragrance in the rental house.

Why is this so?

She stared blankly at the ceiling of the rental house, thinking about the past and the recent news in Mexico.

It is said that the new President Ned is a very capable man.

Not only did it solve the problem of the flour conglomerate that had been entrenched in the local area, it also drastically eliminated its shortcomings, supported local agriculture, and also received many factory construction orders from foreign companies.

Mexicans are not lazy, on the contrary, they are willing to roll more than anyone else.

Among the industries with the lowest wages in the United States, Mexicans have the largest number of workers.

Gray likes to watch current videos in Mexico through Douyin or YouTube, watching people in her hometown work enthusiastically and implement the beautiful four-year plan.

She was sure that was a lot of money.

When she came out, she was so proud that all the girls in the village envied her.

There was a police car not far away, and two policemen were on duty there.

Gray knew very well that Loela was suspicious, did not get married, and did not trust banks. All her property was kept in a safe at her home.

He was willing to make it a convenience.

Gray took a pen and signed his name on the document and said: "I have already counted this day, you can do whatever you want with his body."

Because Loela's life is very simple, if she wants to find a woman, she will go directly to the lady below to eat a free seafood feast.

Gray has no idea of ​​selling out. As long as she can take away Loela's savings over the years, she can return to Mexico.

The white policeman on the left asked, and then quickly said: "Your uncle Loela Rivera was involved in a gang vendetta and was killed in the street.

She was slightly startled. It was true that she had not received guests from this profession before, but this was the first time that someone wearing a police uniform came directly to her door.

Things ended up being surprisingly easy.

It is obviously impossible for the family of the deceased to go to court and expect the judge to judge from the incised burns that the enemy has a dangerous weapon rather than the police's long-range gun.

Gray didn't want to see the disappointed eyes of her parents, nor did she want to see the disdainful and disdainful eyes of the people around her.

Gray walked to the door and opened it. Outside were two policemen in police uniforms.

"Grey Whitehead, right?"

But she didn't say anything.

She casually put on a light dress to make it easier for those guests to move around.

Before the white police officers arrived, they were mentally prepared to deal with crying, including the chief.

Gray hurriedly closed the door, hurriedly changed into travel clothes, and then left the rental house.

Those eyes made Gray unwilling to be discovered by the immigration officials, nor did she want to be deported.

She felt sincerely envious in her heart and wanted to go back, but she was unwilling to go back like this.

Now what if she takes nothing with her and is deported back to Mexico as an illegal immigrant by the US Immigration Bureau, and tells her parents that she is a young lady in the United States instead of a star?

If the murderer is armed with a firearm, it can also be said that the situation at the scene is very dangerous, and the police must prioritize protecting their own personal safety instead of those around them.

He could imagine that he would be praised and valued by the director, and he could also see that the woman in front of him probably wanted to take away his uncle's property, but she didn't say anything.

After several years of hard work, Gray is no longer the little girl she was before. She knows very well that what the police are doing is not in line with the procedures.

The Los Angeles Police Department will most likely lose the lawsuit and then be blackmailed.

You sign this document first and we will take you to see the body. "

The inheritance tax paid has nothing to do with them.

But the bizarre thing about this case is that the murderer used a knife to kill.

Now I want to dream about Mexico.

She took a taxi and went straight to Loela's house.

It will also be easier for her.

They have no obligation to protect those people.

Now is the chance.

Because Gray is afraid that if the other party investigates, his identity as an illegal immigrant will be exposed.

If we really want to take responsibility for this death, the Los Angeles Police Department exists.

She once tactfully found out the password to her uncle's safe, but she never had a good opportunity to steal the money from the safe.

With Loella’s income from years of hard work, Gray can return home in fine clothes and be damned with the American dream.

As for the property Loera left behind in Los Angeles.

The knock on the door sounded again, and Gray sighed, feeling that there was no end to this future.

The white policeman was stunned for a moment, but without saying anything, he nodded and said, "Okay."

She was in the taxi, thinking about how she would return to China with a large amount of US dollars.

……

Los Angeles Police Department.

It was dark at night, and the door of the police station was lit with blazing white lights. Chief Roderick Hanna, who should have been off duty long ago, hurried back to the police station after receiving a call from his subordinates.

Before he entered the door, he started shouting loudly, "This is Los Angeles, this is my territory, everything must be approved by me!"

He is very fat, but because of his height of 1.96 meters, this fatness shows a strong sense of oppression. The director's formal attire looked like it was about to be blown away by the flesh inside.

Under Roderick's undisguised thoughts, the thumping footsteps echoed in the police station lobby, like a wild boar rampaging in the forest.

His eyes widened, he glanced at the two federal agents from the FBI in front of him, looked at them through his nostrils and said, "What do you want?"

"Director Roderick, regarding Loella's case, we need to see his body and the entire process."

The young federal agent spoke.

This sentence was met with undisguised ridicule on Roderick's face. He knew in his heart that in this incident, the Los Angeles Police Department had definitely failed in its duty. How could it be possible to hand over the handle to the people above.

If he easily sells out the police officers below, what dignity does he, the chief, still have in the department?

No one will respect him.

Even if the police in the station make mistakes and deserve to be covered up, he will cover them up.

"All cases that happen in Los Angeles are under my control. When will it be your FBI turn? I've never seen you acting wild here before. Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Rodrick roared and said impatiently: "Just wait for our report and don't think about other things."

"Director Roderick, this is an order from the President!"

"Haha, stop trying to pressure me with the president, this is Los Angeles, not Washington!"

Roderick poked the young agent's chest hard with his hand, looking arrogant and arrogant.

In this territory, he is the boss who talks about everything.

People from the Los Angeles Police Department gathered around the FBI agent, saying nothing but supporting the director's actions with their eyes.

Whether it is illegal or not is secondary. The key is that your brother cannot sell it casually.

Today I'm selling Baker and two people, but tomorrow I might be selling someone in the police station.

How could one not make mistakes in their line of work?

This is Los Angeles.

The extremely high crime rate has trained police officers to empty their magazines at any sign of trouble.

There is nothing you can do about manslaughter. It is better for others to die than to die yourself.

The young detective was very angry and wanted to say more.

The older federal agent next to him put his hand on his shoulder, then turned to the director in front of him and said, "Director Roderick, let's go to the side to talk."

Roderick nodded slightly. He liked talking to agents who knew the rules.

……

The two walked to the corner of the hall.

"Chief Roderick, I don't care if the Los Angeles Police Department has any negligence in this case, and I won't care.

All we want is the body and the case process.

You should know what happened in the other world recently. We suspect that this case is related to the other world. "

"I see."

There was a hint of surprise on Roderick's face, and the cell phone in his pocket rang again. He raised his hand to say goodbye first, without any of the arrogance and domineering behavior towards the young agent before.

He answered the phone and after receiving the report from the other end, he hung up the phone and said with a smile: "Okay, I hope you remember your promise. You can take the body as long as you want. I am not the kind of arrogant or unruly person."

"Pleasant to work with."

The older detective stretched out his hand, and Roderick smiled, took his hand, and turned to shout to his men: "It's all a misunderstanding, let them take the body away.

Baker and the others were also disturbed by monsters from another world, so they were asked to take two days off to rest at home while others did what they were supposed to do. "

His words made the tense atmosphere inside the police station disappear, and the police officers who had gathered dispersed.

"Tom, take them to where Loella's body is stored."

"OK."

The young policeman smiled and led the way.

……

Arriving at the morgue, the two federal agents quickly went about their work, taking photos of the body from top to bottom, and then read the medical examiner's autopsy report and the case history.

These all need to be photographed.

There is always a barrier between the local police department and the president, which is far less trustworthy than the FBI.

The two left the Los Angeles Police Department.

The young agent took a deep breath. He looked at the deserted streets and couldn't help but say: "The people in the Los Angeles Police Department are too arrogant. They don't take our FBI seriously at all. They don't even take the president into consideration."

"Haha, you are still too young. Loela's case is special. How could the LAPD let us investigate their faults?"

The older detective had a calm expression on his face and lectured: "You must remember this when you handle cases in the future.

When you encounter the other party who is strongly uncooperative, don't treat him as a stubborn, stubborn old fool.

There must be some interest behind him that drives him to do that.

What you think is stupid behavior is behavior that can gain benefits in his eyes.

Roderick is able to secure the position of chief and win the love and support of the police officers below. He is by no means a reckless man.

I dare say that if you had tried to put your hands on your clothes just now, you would have been beaten into pieces by them on the grounds of self-defense. "

"Yes."

The young agent nodded, put away his original pride, and planned to learn these workplace experiences from his seniors to avoid being shot eight times in the back and committing suicide.

(End of this chapter)