Chapter 22—The Storm (11)

Compared to Jerry, Carlos was not so lucky. After being brought into the forensic department, poor Carlos was pressed to his head, and his mouth was stuffed directly into a respirator, and after that, a large, ugly-looking NYPD detective used a huge syringe to brutally take a tube full of blood from Carlos's arm, which was also not very good-looking. Then, for the rest of the time, the jackal was thrown into the interrogation room, alone.

He used to be a murderous terrorist, but now he is being treated like this by a bunch of idiots called "newyorks_finest".

The thing called laziness that had covered the jackal's body was almost about to collapse, and the terrifying murderous aura that had been precipitating for years was almost bursting out of his body.

All right! All right! He's the boss! He said, this is the United States, and you are not the jackal Carlos now, you are the head of the Tokuma Shonen Publishing Group, and you are also the national idol of Japan, Jerry. Gold. Rothschel's personal bodyguard named Rami. Venezuelans of Reiz. Ilyich. Ramirez. Neither Sankis nor the Jackal are you!

Okay ~ take a deep breath ~ take a deep breath ~

Cowering in the corner of the interrogation room, the fierce light in his eyes was a little struggling, Carlos closed his eyes, and a lazy aura emerged from his body again. He has become the "slut" who only thinks about Huahua Shijie all day long, Japanese AV.

With a bang, the door to the interrogation room was pulled open and slammed shut.

Carlos, who was buried between his arms, looked up, and the two police officers who had brought him and his boss back to the NYPD walked in.

One had a dark face, while the other had a smile on his face.

No one likes the police department, especially terrorists like Carlos the Jackal.

"Your good days are over, crumbs." Fat Stephen. Caracapa grabbed Carlos by the hem of his shirt, grabbed him up, and threw him onto the interrogation chair, which shook so much that it nearly collapsed backwards.

"Your big star boss has put all the blame on you."

With a "pop", a stack of papers was thrown on the table.

"This is his confession!"

Stephen singing blackface. Caracapa's binge drinking didn't seem to reach Carlos' ears at all, he still had that languid expression, and even when he heard the lump of rouge mention that Jerry had put all the blame on him, the glint in the jackal's eyes flickered.

Put all the blame on my head, he's not that kind of person.

The jackal gave Calacapa a disgusted look, then tilted his head and spat on the ground.

From the moment he met him in Okinawa, the jackal gradually knew that this cowardly-looking guy had never been a person who shirked responsibility. He could have paid attention to the Red Army and the House Lady, he could have completely ignored his time bomb as a bodyguard, and he could have reported all the movements of the Red Army to the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department and SAT, but he didn't. Not only that, but he has always kept his agreement with Miss House, and has paid a lot on the road of transforming the Red Army and shaping a new generation of leaders. Japan's politics are also changing imperceptibly, even if Japan at this moment is not at all the communism he expected, however, this island country isolated in the Far East has been moving towards the ideal he dreamed of. Yes, this teenager, who is now only fifteen years old, has reawakened Ilyich with his actions over the past few years. Ramirez. Sankis's unattainable dream. Communism for all? All right! Not now, what about in the future? Maybe not in the future, but at least he's trying.

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"You can't forever turn an unattainable dream into everyone's mind, what you need to do is turn this dream into action, an act of terrorism? Please~ Mr. Carlos, have you done less of this kind of thing? But look at you now, what are you doing? Drunk day and night? You're simply shirking your responsibilities! I don't need such cowards! ”

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Of course, even if the jackal had such thoughts, he was still very interested in the confession that the rouge had said, but when he reached out to read it, Louis, who had been sitting next to him, was still sitting next to him. Ablido stood up, then pressed the confession with his hand, staring condescendingly at Carlos, "Drunk driving, drug possession, first-degree murder, this is the charge you are about to face." ”

Drunk driving? Possession of drugs? First-degree murder? Hey~ New York police, you mean, you're going to frame up? ,

The disdain in Carlos' eyes was a little heavier, and he stared at Luis. Ablido glanced at it, and then with a force in his hand, he directly pushed Louis. Ablido's pressed mouth supply was pulled out, and then slowly flipped open.

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"A series of car accidents on the Queen's Road? Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about? There is so much traffic on Queen's Road that even if my client's car was driving on Queen's Road at the time of the accident, you can't put all the blame on my client because of the scratches on the vehicle. Isn't there a jiāo pass on the Queen's Road? What does the tire prints collected by CSI in the field say? Are there still fewer wealthy people living on Long Island? Are there still fewer people who can afford to drive a Land Rover? Oh~ You mean, you have a group of witnesses? The group of reporters insisted that it was my client's car that crashed into the "Shijie News Weekly" interview car, and then, on a rampage, it knocked over the "National Inquirer" interview car and the "New York Post" interview car, oh ~ I never found that the quality of the Land Rover can be so good, and it knocked over three interview cars in a row, but only the scratches in the direction of the headlights were left! I'm telling you, Louis. Officer Ablido, if you say that again, you are slander! Are you going to receive a letter directly from a lawyer? ”

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"I don't know anything! As soon as I got into the car this morning, I fell asleep! Mainly because I was so tired last night! I don't know what's going on! If you have to ask, you should ask my driver. He was the only one awake at the time of the crash. You mean to ask me, does he have a habit of drinking? Probably not! But he drank a little brandy in the morning. If you really want to be held responsible, you should ask my driver, not me! He's the guy in charge of driving! ”

Carlos looked at the crooked words on the confession, then leaned back, threw it on the table, and then whistled with his head in his hands.

Well, NYPD, you're doing a good job.

Looking at Carlos's appearance, he really wasn't worried at all.

"Hey~ Boss, it's me. Things are a little tricky! The one is named Rammy. Ryze's guy, we don't know anything about him until then, except that we can find out what he did after he joined the Venezuelan Hunter Security Company. In other words, his identity is always a mystery! Now, for the time being, there is nothing to threaten him. There was nothing missing from the information at the customs entry, his identity was legitimate, and there was no evidence that his identity was forged. As for hunter preservation? According to information from the Venezuelan side, the appearance of the hunter is accompanied by Rami. It will take a long time for Ruiz to appear and investigate, and the only thing we can be sure of is that this security company and Jerry. That adoptive mother of Rothschel had a lot to do with it. Yes, Nanako Tanaka, Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology of Japan's Masamu Fu. So, boss, do you think, should we? Suborn? You mean, let's buy this bodyguard? A million dollars? This Venezuelan needs to spend so much money! Okay, I see, boss, we'll get it done as soon as possible. ”

Louis. Ablido hung up the phone, then snapped and smashed the phone to the ground.

**！

Anthony. Cassel, something!

Lao Tzu and you have asked for money so many times, and each time I only gave 4,000 US dollars, and in order to buy a Venezuelan, I actually got 1 million US dollars.

Are we NYPD police a bargain?

Louis. Abridore straightened his head, then kicked the smashed phone to the side, wiped his face, pushed open the door to the interrogation room, and walked inside.

"Hey ~ Stephen, be careful, how do you treat our guests like this!"

Now Carlos is chained to a chair, Stephen. Calacapa was clutching a thick book against his chest, and the féi pig was holding a large hammer in his hand.

There was a muffled snap, and the hammer slammed into the book, and a huge impact pierced Carlos's body through the book.

"Don't worry! No one else will see anything out of the ordinary, old man! ”

Louis. Ablido moved a chair and turned to Carlos, "Man, don't blame yourself. In fact, our request is very simple, it is nothing more than to ask you to become a tainted witness. Don't look at me like that, we're just being beaten by. Did you just see it when you came in from outside the police station? Journalists from more than 50 media outlets across the United States came, including eight of the most notorious tabloids in the United States, including Shijie Weekly and The National Inquirer! Look~ They were all victims of this car accident, and they had sternly warned me that if my partner and I didn't punish you and your boss, they were going to publish an article in their newspaper that discredited me and my partner, as well as the NYPD. That's not something my partner and my director would like to see. Look~ We are all good cops who are committed to their duties! We do not want to be closely watched by the Internal Investigations. It's not good, it's bad! ”,

Carlos was a little tightened by the hammer, his breathing was a little stagnant, he coughed a few times, and a smell of blood came from the bottom up, "What does this have to do with me?" ”

Stephen followed with another hammer.

Internal injuries can never be seen on the surface.

"Look~ Your boss is not yet fifteen years old this year. In other words, even if you put all the charges back on him, he will not be punished in substance. For him, imprisonment is simply out of reach. ”

Carlos gasped with difficulty, his chest was pounded as if he was being pressed by a huge weight, and it was so difficult to breathe.

"Hey~ man, don't look at me like that, my partner and I just want to get rid of those pesky reporters. Of course, at the same time, you can also mitigate your charges? In the United States, if a Latinos like you commit a crime, and it is a crime that caused the deaths of several American citizens, do you expect you to leave the United States unharmed? Don't even think about it. See, right now, I've got a great opportunity for you! So, speaking of which, it is not difficult for you to turn into a tainted witness at all. ”

As for the million dollars? Mr. Casso, xiexie, your kindness. Louis. Ablido looked at Carlos, who was breathing hard, and leaned back, it seemed that it was time for Stephen to set Stephen on fire.

Stephen. Caracappa turned his head in anticipation, and the horizontal rouge on his face moved again.