I don't know if it's because of his age, the priest in a brand new suit in the Black Sunshine Bar listened to the white music "BETTER-MAN", and when the soothing rhythm and classic lyrics sounded in the bar, he could still hum two sentences, which was completely inconsistent with the gangster boss who was a gangster, and he could still talk if he was shaky and singing the gangster rap.

Jingle bells.

As the door of the bar was pushed open and the wind chimes rang out, Drake walked in, and the priest and Omar in the bar glanced back, and even Joe, the owner of the bar, looked up, while a man in a gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses got up at a distance from them and walked towards Drake.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Evan Basdale and Mr. Omar's lawyer, Sean Connor, what can you tell me?"

The lawyer stretched out his hand and wanted a friendly handshake.

Drake took a step to the left, sideways past the lawyer, and walked straight to the bar.

Picking up an upside-down chair on the round table, Drake sat down next to the priest: "Two of the town's most notorious gangsters and a bloody lawyer who can't get along in New York, you are really the best combination of wolf bèi." ”

Outside the window, Weekend and Christina were lying on the crack in the door and watching the situation inside the bar, and they would never believe that these two gang leaders would dare to do anything to Drake when the front and back doors were blocked.

"Zhou, Derek doesn't seem to have started well." Christina asked, "If it were you, could you ask something in this situation?" ”

I really thought about it outside the window for a long time on the weekend: "What is the situation, I have to have no evidence in my hand like now, and I can't guide it, for this kind of known person who can have been determined to be a gangster a long time ago, I can force him to tell him where the birthmark on his wife looks without the attention of the camera, but someone has to help me drag the lawyer." ”

"What's that?"

"More than one level stronger than the Texas blanket pie duì is a 'rope', a method of interrogation that you would never imagine."

"You're going to do it too?" Christina admires the weekend's brainpower, but she has always scoffed at his hands-on ability.

"I'm not a saint."

Inside the window, the priest turned his head to look at Drake: "I spent money, why don't you give the time to my lawyer?" ”

He was in no mood to talk to Drake and turned his head again, and the bar owner slowly poured out a glass of rum with a wine glass, and slowly pushed it down the bar, the glass slid on the bar, just past Drake and was picked up by Evan Busdell.

The lawyer stood beside Derick from the other direction: "Mr. Director, if there is anything you can ask me?" ”

“Really？” Derek smiled and looked at Evan Busdell: "When I was still in the FBI, I once discovered one thing, in the ghetto of Los Angeles, a raid brought a record company in a civilian area into our sight, this record company does not have rappers like Eminem, Akon, 50 cents, and no classic rap, but every album can sell to the point of almost getting a lot of media attention, and some albums are questioned by the media that 'music listeners' tastes have changed, I started to like such shoddy music. ’”

The lawyer interrupted urgently: "Mr. Director, my client is very busy and has no time to listen to your story. ”

"That seems like twenty years ago." Derek continued: "In the course of the surveillance, we found out a lot, and found that the black mob leaders on the West Coast were in constant contact with the record company, and found that every time they contacted them, a record came out, and then the record was an instant hit, and some people who were not fanatical at all, would always buy the records back. ”

"The FBI can't raid this record company, and the record company always borrows money from drug dealers and gang bosses, and they find terrible artists to release albums and make albums at the lowest price. Which gang bosses will let their people buy the records back one by one. As a result, the money from drug trafficking became the profit of their record company, and all of it went into the pockets of the gangsters, except for taxes. The black money that could have been traced turned out to be legal after going around in circles on the government's tax structure and the records of record stores. ”

"Unfortunately, at that time, my partner had some conflicts with the Economic Crime Division, and we didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of money laundering business, but in the original operation, we arrested drug lords and large-scale drug trafficking. Evan, you know what I'm talking about, huh? ”

The door of the bar opened a small crack slightly, and when no one was paying attention to the police outside, Christina was lying on the edge of the gap to watch the situation inside.

She whispered: "Drake brought up a money laundering channel for no reason, and it doesn't have anything to do with today's events, why is that?" ”

Weekend chuckled in my heart.

Although Drake reads files in the office every day and rarely shows the temperament of a tyrant, this guy is definitely a cop with an excellent case-handling mindset. From Las Vegas to New York and Los Angeles, almost every first-tier city in the United States has money laundering dens, and he would rather lose a part of the money than launder the money, so that when he uses it, he doesn't have to worry about someone investigating them for the crime of 'unknown source of property'.

The priest must be the same, and Drake's words are tantamount to saying, 'The government has surveillance and surveillance, and if you dare to stab you, your hard-earned money will be stuffed into your pillow!' No one believes that anyone can launder money while the government is watching.

Evan finally became cautious, he saw that Drake's eyes had changed, the gangster rap company in Los Angeles had nothing to do with him, but his money laundering system did not want to be targeted by the police.

"I've always had a lot of respect for you."

Pointing at the lawyer with his hand, Drake's tone became playful, "Just respect me so much? ”

Evan Busdale winked at the lawyer, who consciously stepped aside, for him, time is money, whether he speaks or not, as long as time is still flowing, the mob leader's money will continue to flow into his account.

After the lawyer stepped away, Evan Busdale continued: "So, Mr. Director, on what charges did you arrest me? ”

"Arrest you? If I arrest you, I won't come, the uniformed people outside will be able to arrest you back, and I have the means to block the airport, the station, and all the roads out of the country with a single telephone, and you won't be able to leave the land even if you can fly. ”

"Why is that?"

"Ask for a few names."

Drake's very calm face suddenly tensed muscles, and his cheeks bulged as if he was gritting his teeth fiercely: "There were two murders in Montec Town, even if I don't tell you, you should know that we are investigating the murder weapon, but the black man who may have sold the murderer's weapon died, I want to know all the people who illegally sold guns in Montec Town, and then, these people will help me identify a photo." ”

"You want Evan Busdale to betray the Negro?" The priest replied with a mocking tone.

Drake also smiled: "Of course you can not cooperate with us, but from today onwards, the town of Montek will enter an unprecedented state of tension, you will be followed by a police car every day when you go out, every phone call will be monitored, everyone who comes into contact with you will be investigated, I promise not to restrain any of my subordinates to be polite." ”

"But I'm going to put your life in a panic like I've never experienced before, and I'm going to use all the connections I've built up in the police system over the years to put everyone around you in jail one by one. Don't worry, I won't touch you. ”

"When the time comes, your enemies will thank me, thank me for my generosity in handcuffing and taking away the dog on a leash in your yard, they will no longer have to investigate your daily rules and choose the time to do it, even if they walk into your house in broad daylight, there will never be anyone to protect you."

The lawyer suddenly stood up and said, "Mr. Director, you have been involved in intimidation. ”

"Then you go and sue me, even if I sell the house, I still have nearly 600,000 US dollars in legal income, which is enough for me to drag this lawsuit in court for half a year." Derrick bent his arm and pointed at Evan Basdale and said, "And you, for half a year, it is best to pray in the church every day that there will never be a single assassination, and there will definitely not be any ambitious black people appearing, otherwise, there will be one more tombstone with Evan Basdale written on this land." ”

Scold.

Derek got up and walked out, and Evan Basdale watched the police evacuate the police car from the door of the bar, and then turned around and asked, "Mr. Lawyer, do you believe what he says?" ”

"I'm only responsible for giving legal advice, and I think you should sue him."

"I'm so glad I found such a good lawyer." Evan Busdale quipped.

"You're right, as long as you decide to sue him, I will definitely win the lawsuit."

"Goodbye, Mr. Lawyer."

Crunch.

Jingle bells.

The door to the bar opened again, and a policewoman walked in, standing so calmly beside Evan Basdell, and very gently clasped his hand on his shoulders and said, "J let me bring you a word, he said that someone will be responsible for his death." ”

Drink...... Bah.

Christina spat into the glass of rum, and a disgusting mass floated up in the amber liquid.

The priest was stunned, he suddenly had a special feeling, and when he looked over the feeling, in the gap between the door of the bar swaying back and forth, a Chinese figure loomed.