Mirabel was awakened by a phone call from the queen bed in the presidential suite at the Walton Hotel.

When she heard that Gao Jun was taken to the bureau by the police again, MMP was about to blurt out, and she was so angry that she scolded several times, but she was helpless, so she could only rush to the New York City Police Department with her colleagues.

As soon as she entered, she took out her lawyer's card with great aura and said to the police officer, "Officer, I want to see my client." ”

Who do you want to say that the American police hate the most?

First of all, there are the miscellaneous politicians in the parliament, because they are always urging the reduction of the spending of the police department, and secondly, there are the lawyers, who are the lackeys of the rich, and they like to push the government departments to the ground and rub them on fire, but you have to show your high quality, so as not to be caught by these gangs of hanging hair.

The police officer took Mirabel and the others to the higher-level office, and handed them over to the leader anyway.

It was a black police commissioner, looking at the information in his hand, squinting at Mirabel, crossing his hands, "Ma'am, I'm afraid you can't take him away." ”

“hy？”

"They don't have a gun license and illegally possess dangerous weapons, which is not allowed in the United States!" The black superintendent banged on the table.

"But your police are very incompetent and can't guarantee the safety of my client, otherwise, do you need to bring a gun to the street? Moreover, the subjective cause is that the murderer wants to kill the person concerned, is it the law in the United States to stand and wait for death? ”

Mirabel was the first to fire, and his voice was raised a little, so that even the policemen outside the door could hear it clearly, and even more excessively, the entourage took out a tape recorder from his pocket and put it on the table with a wide open eye.

Lawyer = literate scoundrel!

This statement is true to a certain extent, they are good at reversing black and white, and of course, this is their job.

But Mirabel's hat was a little too buttoned, and the black sheriff shook his hand, and knocked the pen on the ground, and he quickly bent down to pick it up, and said to Mirabel with a grim face, "Ma'am, you are doubting our work." ”

"No, I'm not suspicious, it's a fact, I think the surveillance of the Chinese restaurant has said everything, my client was forced to fight back when his life was threatened, he was in regular and legal self-defense, and I demand that my employer's freedom be released immediately."

The black police superintendent's face turned white, and when he was in a dilemma, the office phone on the desk suddenly shook, and he picked it up and said, "Hello." ”

Mirabel didn't know what was said on the other side, but the black police commissioner's eyes were obviously relaxed, and after hanging up the phone, he waved his hand at Mirabel and even smiled loosely on the muscles on his face, "You take him away." ”

"Huh?"

The whole Mirabel was stunned, she squinted her eyes and glanced at the landline, it must have been the phone call just now, but I don't know who it is? However, she doesn't ask too much, and there are some things that can be pretended to be stupid.

The black police superintendent called a policewoman to come in and asked her to take Mirabel and the others to release Gao Jun and the others, but the weapons were confiscated.

When the old ladies followed the policewoman to the detention room, Gao Jun was still talking about business with Ernest, and when he saw Mirabel, Gao Jun smiled and patted his numb thighs, and was still interested in joking, "Are you here to take me home?" ”

……

Potomac!

It is a town in Prince William County, Virginia, United States, where the Potomac River flows. The U.S. Census has only 480 residents, but there are U.S. Marine Corps Quantico Base, Marine Corps University, FBI's FBI Academy, FBI Laboratory, U.S. Naval Crime Investigation Agency, and U.S. Air Force Office of Special Investigations.

In the famous FBI building, there are symbols of loyalty, bravery, and integrity.

There are constantly people coming in and out, and their steps are very fast and efficient to complete one task after another.

And in a department on the third floor, a fierce conflict is breaking out.

"Dexter, do you know what you're doing? You're helping criminals! An old, gray-haired, wrinkled old man propped his hands on the table, staring, white from under his nostrils, and looked at Dexter Brown of the External Investigation Section in front of him. Mendelssohn roared.

Dexter tilted his head slightly, he hated the bad breath of this Jew, damn it, why didn't the German leader drown all these people?

Of course, he only dared to circle this kind of thought in his head, but he didn't dare to say it, after all, the rich people in the upper class of the United States are all Jews, he reached out and corrected the identity card on the table, and waited for the other party to finish speaking, and then said slowly, "Pierce, don't get excited, we can't completely arrest the other party now, is it just this reasonable legitimate defense?" We're going to arrest him, we're going to have to get a handle on his sales channels, and I've heard that Interpol lost an elite investigation team and died in North Africa..."

"Then we should catch each other even more!" Pierce was so excited that he slammed his fist on the table, his chest rising and falling rapidly, gritting his teeth, his head going over, and his saliva squirting on Dexter's face, his face hideous, "Do you want more people to die at the hands of warmongers?" ”

When he said this, even Dexter didn't believe it.

He resisted the unhappiness in his heart and smiled reluctantly, "Pierce, this..."

"I want to have one!" Pierce interrupted the other party directly and rudely.

At this moment, Dexter finally couldn't help it, stood up, and slapped it on the table, "Pierce, don't go too far, I'm your leader, now, you get me out!" ”

Pierce's face instantly turned ugly, he looked at Dexter, and finally snorted coldly, turned around and left.

"Bring the door, bastard!"

"Bang!" Pierce slammed the door shut, the glass trembled a little, Dexter sat in the chair with a black face, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and in the end, his face was sickly flushed, a little painful, he covered his chest, hurriedly took out a spray from his pocket, opened his mouth, and sprayed it into his nostrils a few times, and gradually relieved a lot.

Dexter was lying in his chair, sweating profusely, and half his life was gone, and he struggled to get up and said to himself, "These damned Jews, their hearts are too anxious, and something will happen sooner or later!" ”

He hurried out of the office and headed towards the office of **OSS.

He didn't see it, Pierce came over from the corner, looked at Dexter's figure, his face was not good, he took out his mobile phone and made a call, as soon as he connected, Pierce spoke first, "Dexter, damn let that Chinese guy go!" He is not a qualified member of the FBI. ”

"Pierce, calm down, I've got this thing to do, but it's not the most important thing right now." The man on the other end of the phone whispered.

"What's wrong? Kus? Pierce had a sense of foreboding, and his right eyebrow trembled violently, and he hurriedly asked.

"There's an accident on the African side, come back and talk about it, don't worry about Dexter's side, he won't be able to bounce for long."

Although Pierce was a little unwilling, he also understood that the most important thing was at this time, so he could only respond, and when the call was over, he turned around and left with his pockets in his pocket.

In this FBI, it doesn't seem to be as quiet as expected.

The smell of capital and interests permeated the air, as if smelled ... The taste of fighting! I want to talk about "The Strongest Arms Dealer" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~