Chapter 53: The Power of the Underworld (I)

"Wellโ€”I seemed to have gone back to my room and slept around twelve o'clock last night. Zhang Cheng didn't know that he had been recognized, and deliberately pretended to recall for a long time.

After all, the concept of around twelve o'clock is very vague, and it can be after eleven o'clock or before one o'clock in the morning.

If the latter is understood, then he is definitely not lying, at most he can only be regarded as deliberately misinterpreting the meaning of the other party.

"Are you sure you went back to your room and slept?" Elena asked, looking up at her two piercing eyes.

"Sir, I must remind you that lying in the course of the investigation of the case is legally responsible. Clive followed suit.

The two sang and harmonized, trying to create a psychological pressure to force the so-called only "eyewitness" to take the initiative to confess what happened last night.

Unfortunately, their intimidation was clearly aimed at the wrong target.

After a short trip to Azeroth, Zhang Cheng has undergone earth-shaking changes in both strength and thought, and has even experienced fierce battles, where he will be bluffed by a few words.

I saw him shrug his shoulders indifferently and responded: "I'm sorry, Mr. Officer, if you say that, then I will be silent from now on, and I will not answer any questions unless the lawyer is present." โ€

Elena glanced at the simple furnishings in the room and pouted disdainfully, "Can you afford a lawyer?"

Obviously, under normal circumstances, people living in such cramped apartments in the slums may not even be able to afford to pay for some legal advice, let alone a lawyer.

Of course, not all people who live in slum neighborhoods are poor, drug dealers and gangsters are rich, but they definitely don't go to a restaurant to work and wash dishes.

In fact, when she came, she had inquired with the people around her, and she knew very well how poor the young man in front of her was.

"Wait a minute, I'll give you a call, and you'll soon know if I can afford a lawyer. Zhang Cheng didn't say a word, picked up the phone and dialed the restaurant's number.

In just a few seconds, Catherine's lazy voice came from the other side: "Good morning, my dear little wizard, call me in such a hurry, it must be that you are in trouble, right?"

Zhang Cheng raised his head, stared at the policeman who was standing at the door and was about to watch a joke, and said in a low voice: "Unfortunately, you guessed it, two policemen are standing at the door of the room at the moment, you better send a lawyer over quickly, you must know that I am an illegal immigrant who does not even have a birth certificate." โ€

"Hahahaha, don't be nervous, if this little problem can't be solved, what qualifications do I have to sit in the lord's seat. Wait, I promise the lawyer will appear in front of you in five minutes at most. With that, Catherine hung up the phone.

As the busy sound echoed in the hallway, Elena asked with a smile, "Sir, how long will your lawyer arrive?"

"Five minutes!"

Although Zhang Cheng didn't know if the time was accurate, he still chose to believe the witch's promise.

In addition, the other party's unreasonable attitude really annoyed him, so his tone became stiff.

"Okay, let's wait five minutes. But if no lawyer arrives after five minutes, you'd better be honest about what you saw last night, or I don't mind handing you over to USCIS. Clive threatened with half-truths.

As a veteran police officer, he is well aware of how many stowaways from all over the world there are in his jurisdiction, and generally speaking, the police will not care if they are not repeatedly involved in criminal activities.

Because even the U.S. government doesn't have the energy and money to repatriate tens of millions of illegal immigrants, and sometimes many companies rely on the cheap labor they provide to reduce costs and improve their competitiveness.

Zhang Cheng ignored the verbal threat, turned around and walked into the bathroom and began to brush his teeth and take a shower, simply ignoring the other party.

Anyway, the other party did not have a search warrant, let alone the invitation of the owner of the house, if he dared to cross the threshold by half a step, then even if the two found any incriminating evidence, it would be impossible to use it as evidence.

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, Elena couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Damn! This guy seems to be a bit difficult!"

Clive unhurriedly lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then comforted his partner with a smile: "It doesn't matter, anyway, the person has been found, we can take our time, if necessary, we can apply to the director for a quid pro quo, such as getting him a green card." โ€

"Green card?" Elena's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes! Green card!" Clive nodded earnestly. "You don't know it, just forty minutes ago, the director made a phone call himself, saying that the FBI was coming to take over the case. If we can solve the case before they arrive, it will not only greatly increase the prestige of the bureau, but also add a lot of color to our resume. Once the director leaves office at the end of his term, you and I may be promoted. โ€

"Why did the FBI suddenly focus on a homicide?" Elena questioned, frowning, apparently not caring about whether she would be able to get a job.

"It is said that in the past month or so in New York, there have been seven or eight cases similar to being bitten to death by giant canines, and they want to come and see if they can find any breakthroughs......" Before Clive's words could be finished, he suddenly saw two guys in straight suits walking across the stairs and coming towards him.

The leader is a middle-aged man in his fifties who is a little fat, he didn't say a word of politeness, he directly put on his business card, and introduced himself in a very formulaic tone: "My name is Polman, and I am the legal counsel of Catherine's Kiss Restaurant. From now on, he will be responsible for safeguarding Mr. Zhang's legitimate rights and interests. โ€

Clive was stunned and took the business card, only to find that the other party was not joking, but a real professional lawyer.

My God!

A poor ghost who lives in a slum can afford a lawyer!!

For a moment, the expressions on the faces of the two detectives were as if they had seen a ghost.

You must know that even if they are middle-class, they must think twice about hiring a lawyer to fight a lawsuit, otherwise they may be dragged bankrupt by protracted lawsuits and expensive legal fees at any time.

At the same time, Zhang Cheng, who had just finished taking a shower, also walked out of the bathroom, wiping his wet hair with a towel, while sneering and teasing: "What, officer, you now believe that I can afford to hire a lawyer." โ€

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang, it is a great honor to meet you. The lawyer touched his chest with one hand and bowed respectfully.

"Oh, you know me?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in slightly surprise.

"No, I don't know, but I know who you really are. Polman took two steps forward and whispered in Zhang Cheng's ear......