Both policemen carried lamps in their left hands and batons in their right hands.

The batons in their hands looked dark from a distance, and Doug mistook them for rubber sticks, only to find out when he looked closely that they were real iron rods.

The surface of the rusty subway sticks is uneven, and God knows what they've been through.

Doug even had some suspicions that the person who was beaten by this thing might die of tetanus if he wasn't careful.

Unlike Doug's Enron, the little shoe-shiner trembled.

If the kind of hooligans who are shirtless and have big shoulders and round waists are terrible, then the police are big hooligans in police uniforms. Although they are clothed, they are far more terrifying than those who are not clothed.

As a small shoe-shiner at the bottom of society, he is usually exploited by the police.

Occasionally, when the police were unhappy, they would punch and kick him.

Often, when the police were happy, they would still punch and kick him.

This fear engraved in his body made his body tremble slightly, and he recalled the crazy pain, and even his soul trembled.

What to do?

Escape?

Are you running away?

If he escapes, won't he be able to enjoy the glory and wealth?

The thirst for wealth eventually triumphed over the fear of the flesh. Although his legs were still trembling slightly, he finally did not run.

The two policemen approached, first looking down at the man who had died on the ground, and then looking up at Doug and the little shoe-shiner.

The little shoe-shiner stood in front of Doug, but they deliberately ignored him.

On the contrary, Doug, who was dressed in clothes that were so expensive that the net worth of two people together could not afford them, radiated a light in their eyes.

To them, Doug was a moving piece of gold.

"Hello sir, we are the police. Did anyone shoot here just now?" said the policeman politely.

The policeman was so polite that he almost made the little shoe-shiner drop his jaw, he had never seen this. The police he saw were the kind of people who were more rogue than hooligans.

It's like seeing a ferocious wolf in the past, but now it's a dog wagging its tail.

The impact on the little shoe-shiner even made him forget to think about why the police ignored the corpse that had obviously been shot in the head on the ground, and knowingly asked about the pretend.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Doug politely said, "There was a shooting that just happened. Mr. Smith on the ground tried to attack me, and my servant pulled out his gun and shot him in the head. ”

"Is it Mr. Smith from this printing and dyeing factory? he seems to owe a lot of money!" the policeman asked, but also with some envy. In this era when the vast majority of people are living in a tight situation, it is also a skill to be able to borrow money.

"Yes, that's him. I came here to buy the printing and dyeing factory, and as soon as he got the money out of the house, he met his creditors. His creditors rushed up and took all the money, and he was so angry that he wanted to attack me. My servants, in order to protect me, drew their guns and shot them. ”

The little shoe-shiner saw that the police were so docile and Doug was so calm, and gradually became less nervous. He stared at Doug with wide eyes, he was obviously practicing painting, and it was obviously the master who shot it himself, why did I kill someone?

Doug, who is a serious nonsense, is very calm and composed, and seems to be a person who does big things.

Although the two policemen were several times older than Doug combined, they were unconsciously convinced.

However, although subconsciously convinced, the police are not hooligans after all, and they can't just believe it, they also have rules and regulations, and they also have procedures.

"I see, this little man. Although we in New Haven have people dying every day. The corpse pickers who push the cart to pick up the corpses every day are never short of work. But the dead were homeless and drunkards, but here it was Mr. Smith who died, still shot to death. Can you go back to the police station with us to make a note and go through the process?" the police officer said.

"Just call me Doug, go to the police station to take notes, of course. You're still working so late, you're working so hard, how can I get in the way of your work?" said Doug as he handed the two small stacks of green tickets to the two of them.

The two policemen took it one after another, looked at each other and smiled, they didn't expect that there would be so many external pieces in the drudgery of cruising at night. They used to pick up things from drunks who were so drunk that they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

Sometimes the drunks resisted, and they had to beat them to death with batons.

This is America, free America.

Drunks have the freedom to fall drunk on the street, and the police have the freedom to knock drunk drunks to pick up equipment.

In that gilded sky, the crooked reflections of the dead floated.

"Mr. Doug, please follow me. One of the police officers said.

Two policemen with lamps walked ahead, followed by Doug and then the little shoe-shiner.

The little shoe-shiner struggled inwardly, he was afraid of the police, he was even more afraid of going to the police station, but he was desperate for riches.

Didn't you look at the fierce police and respect Master Doug because he was rich?

While he was still hesitating, he had already unconsciously walked to the door of the police station.

The little Doug in front of him was still talking and laughing with the police, but the little shoe-shiner had given up the idea of escaping.

Because it's brightly lit and it's still the police's lair, how far can you run even if you run?

"Mr. Doug, you are going to be separated from your minions for a moment. The white policeman's strong arm opened the door to the interrogation room.

Doug nodded slightly and walked inside.

The little shoe-shiner, under the watchful eye of another policeman, entered the interrogation room next door.

"Sorry, I'm illiterate, I'll go find the recorder. Instead of sitting down, the policeman said at the door.

"It's okay, you go. With a nonchalant smile on his face, Doug began to look at the layout of the interrogation room as he watched the police leave.

A long table with a solid wood top and an iron frame sits in the center of the interrogation room, dividing the interrogation room in two.

On the side where Doug was now sitting, there was only one wooden chair, and on the opposite side there were two.

The whale oil lamp on the table was not particularly bright, allowing him to see the details of the walls clearly. But the moonlight that came in through the small hanging window still allowed him to see a little.

The only thing I could see from the moonlight was that there were dirty utensils hanging from this small piece of wall, and although Doug didn't know what they did, he knew that they were used for torture.

Doug imagined with interest what those torture instruments could do, he didn't panic at all, the box leaning on his leg was full of money.

In the United States in this era, there is no need to panic as long as you have money.

"W-hmm-Hull, why are you calling me up, can't you let him wait until I'm awake to take notes?" the yawning recorder walked into the interrogation room, disheveled.

When his careless gaze swept towards Doug, he suddenly saw a rectangular paper ticket, and his eyes opened instantly, and he was much more energetic.

"I'll forgive you this time. The recorder said as he took the paper ticket into his arms.