When these words were spoken, Dingkins felt that he was almost losing the fight, and immediately lost the interest of staying any longer, and found an excuse to pull Sutton and his son to leave early, but he didn't expect to encounter a traffic jam at the gate of the manor, and the old man was not in a good mood, and urged the driver to honk the horn again and again.

"Look at it, look at these beautiful luxury cars coming and going......"

Across the street, two FBI agents parked their cars in a crowded area, and the one in the passenger seat was holding a camera with a telephoto lens, the shutter kept pressing, and the words in his mouth said, "Hip-hop pop star, hip-hop star again, wow, wait, Mr. former New York City mayor, I got you." He photographed the clear side face of Dingkins in the back seat.

The photograph was sent to Director Fries's desk early the next morning.

"The Chicago case? How's our Ph.D. in psychology doing? ”

The director of the FBI is very busy, and he has actually not paid attention to this case for a while.

"It's a little troublesome, some conservative white groups in the South and Chicago have organized, and they're giving all kinds of help to those black cops, donating money, demonstrating, pressuring local police officers and firefighters."

The staff replied: "Vicmackey's suicide attempt while escorting us has left us in a passive position, especially since the emergency doctor found that he still had traces of beatings. ”

Fries pursed his lips unhappily, "Just a little?" The Chicago bureau accidentally exposed its ass again? ”

"You know, our agents are very angry about the murder of their colleague." Staff help exonerate.

"Pick me up for the Chicago sub-director." Freese decided to take the pride again and ask for it himself.

“shxt！”

He was in a worse mood when he asked about the latest progress of the investigation, "That future Illinois Governor Mr. is on the move, right?" ”

"Yes, he went to meet with protest groups, the families of the black police, and he also made a speech to do everything in his power to support the frontline police officers in Cook County." "The pressure of conservative whites and what happened to Wick Mackie gave him an excellent reason to intervene," the aide said. ”

"And then APPLUS also took advantage of the wedding to actively contact African American politicians such as Dingkins and Jesse Jackson in New York? They're playing cooperative, right? Fries asked.

"Perhaps, but Peter was clearly more eager."

The staff put another piece of information in front of him, "Carl Lightman basically clarified the old case of eavesdropping Mariah Carey, Aplus obviously has worked with those black police officers for many years, but only in this case, they did not exceed the boundaries of the law, this is the testimony of Sean, one of the black police, he is our main breakthrough, and has been smoothly transferred to the New York Bureau." The wiretapping case is a real thing, and all the suspicious sources point to Tommy Motura, the former president of Sony Columbia Records and the current president of North Missoni Entertainment, who is Mariah Carey's ex-boyfriend. ”

"I know Giuliani brought this case up to me on the phone."

Fries nodded, "Tommy Motura is of Italian descent and has long been rumored to have an affair with the mafia, so the New York police will continue to investigate, and we will hand over the relevant investigation report to them." ”

"Okay, I'll sort it out and let Carl Lightman hand it over."

The staff agreed, and he knew that his boss and the current mayor of New York, Giuliani, had been fighting against the mafia for many years, and when the mafia was still in its glory, prosecutors like them worked with their heads pinned to their belts all year round, and they were not alarmed by anonymous death threats, so the two especially hated Italians.

"As the financier of many politicians and the light of the new African American, it seems that the time has not yet come for us to move the Aplus, the Simpson case is too hot, and when I went to the White House yesterday, the Commander General was watching the live broadcast of the trial, and Gore was also ......"

Fries thought for a moment, "Let's put pressure on Peter first, since he's so positive...... As an African-American, it is impossible for Aplus to take the initiative to recruit white supremacists, which is more like Peter deliberately creating an excuse for him to intervene in the case, then we must also fulfill our prior promise to fight back harshly, contact the Department of Justice, and I will launch a ** conduct investigation against the Chicago prosecutor's unit and the police force. ”

"Okay, I'll do it right away." The staff walked out.

"Let Carl Lightman hurry up, he's running out of time, don't keep locking himself in the interrogation room with the suspect thinking that he can solve the case just by chatting." Fries said to the back of his staff: "Also, seconded Gil Grayson from Las Vegas to Chicago to re-search the homes and offices of those black policemen, or any other suspicious place where we have the right to investigate." ”

“yes sir。”

Carl Letterman was really right, and now he and his partner are arraignating Sean in the New York office.

"Thank you for your help in the wiretapping case, and under the prior agreement, we will drop charges of misconduct in your '88 case and a number of other law enforcement misconduct."

Carl Letterman handed Sean a paper.

"Okay, then let me go, and where's my lawyer?" Sean shrugged.

"Peter Flock's wife came just now, she wanted to represent you, but we refused on the grounds of interest, you can hire your own lawyer, or accept a lawyer assigned by the Chicago police and fire workers' union."

Carl Lightman turned on the TV as he spoke, and inside was a picture of luxury cars coming and going in front of Bedford Hills, "Aplus didn't help you from start to finish, you see, he's busy with his beautiful wedding right now." ”

"Low-level provocation."

Sean's eyelids jumped as he looked at the TV screen, and he sneered disdainfully.

"Oh yes, your testimony seems to have upset your companions a little."

Carl Lightman pressed the remote control, and the screen switched to the interrogation room, causing the two stormtroopers to face the interrogator with fierce words: 'Sean, this traitor! This statement is particularly clear.

“fxxk！ You use me! ”

Sean was furious, "I didn't say anything against them!" ”

"But they are now facing charges of perjury because of your dealings with us." Carl Liteman said lightly.

"Low-level tricks!" Sean was out of control again, and he slammed the table hard.

"Low level but effective, now you are in the prisoner's dilemma, whoever opens up first to cooperate with us will get the most favorable trading terms, you know what we want."

Carl Lightman looked at him with a smile.

"We didn't kill any of you, ok?" Sean helplessly propped his elbows on the table and held his head in his hands.

"I agree, you just have to make things clear." Carl Liteman said.

"On that day, our director personally commanded the capture of Sinaloa......"

Sean began to repeat what he had agreed with Vic, but was quickly filled with errors and cross-examinations from the most observant psychologists......

The next morning, Cassidy was staring at the TV in a daze, still outside the door of Bedford Hills, and the hostess was excitedly introducing the extravagant details of the luxurious wedding of the two superstars.

"Cassidy, I'm not going to accompany you to the protest site today."

Best friend Denise quietly waited for her to finish watching this entertainment news, walked behind her and said.

"Why?" Cassidy asked, turning around lonely.

"I feel very uncomfortable with the white people around you."

Denise, a black girl, had sensed the origins of the white men who were helping around Cassidy these days, "especially the Southern lawyer who represented you, who was certainly a white supremacist, and he looked at me with undisguised disgust and hatred. Do you hear him call you something behind his back to those bikers? 'Our Aryan Goddess'......"

"I'm sorry Denise if they hurt you...... But now, the only I can rely on is them, they provide all-round help, and they are very effective. ”

Cassidi apologized in embarrassment, tears flowed from her eyes, "My dad is still in the hospital, but my visitation application has been rejected repeatedly, they are fighting for me to see my dad, and everyone says that this lawsuit also needs money, a lot of money, and the legal aid lawyers provided by the union are very incompetent, I ......"

"Well, don't say it, Cassidy, I understand."

Denise hugged her and whispered comfortingly, "I'm just not coming to the event, but we can talk on the phone." ”

"Okay, thank you Denise, now I'm running out of friends." Cassidy sobbed.

"What about him?" Denise asked.

"His assistant always told me that he was going to get married, and I thought, he's never going to be my friend again." Cassiti's eyes as she leaned against the other's shoulders twitched with resentment.

"He can always provide some financial support, right? Even if it's a loan, Vic's legal fees are a small amount of money to him......" Denise asked.

Cassidy shook her head, "His assistant said he wanted to avoid suspicion. ”

"shxt, men are all guys who put on their pants and turn their faces and don't admit it." Denise complained, "Then I won't be his fan anymore." ”

"Well, thank you Denise."

When Denise was dropped off the house, a Southern lawyer sitting in the back seat of the Harley-Davidson arrived, and Denise rolled her eyes at him and drove away.

"Early, Cassidy, I advise you to avoid associating with this kind of girl, I investigated her yesterday, and several of her brothers are gang members." The Southern Lawyer laughed.

"You are not allowed to investigate my friend."

Cassidy angrily warned him.

"Whatever, you just cried?" The Southern lawyer pointed to her eyes and changed the subject.

"Yes."

"Okay, keep it up, there's a reporter coming and do an interview with you later, just keep it like this, uh, take off these vintage glasses, you'll be more photogenic." Southern lawyers began to command.

"Ironic, isn't it?"

Cassiti went back to the house to get her contact lenses, "There are more and more media interviews with me, and my father is not even guaranteed to be safe. ”

"It's going to get better, you underestimated your father Cassity, he seems to have been cooperating with us, I have this intuition, he is professional."

The Southern Lawyer looked at Cassidy in the makeup mirror with appreciative eyes, "You are becoming more and more popular with our people, and every time your tenacity and personal image appear in the media, you can bring a good increase in the amount of fundraising, maybe after solving this matter, you can also devote yourself to our great cause." ”

Cassidi didn't say anything when she heard this, silently picked up the powder and began to touch up her makeup.