On March 17, the black man who was violently beaten by Sean scolded and left the police station, rubbed his swollen face and bumped fists with the gang brothers who warmly greeted him outside, joking with each other, and then the group got into the car and ran directly to a nightclub located in the P stone site in the south city.

At half past three in the morning of the 18th, he left the nightclub drunk and returned to his door in the car of an accomplice.

"The boss asked you to rest for a few days to recuperate, and we will contact you when we want to find you."

The accomplice in the car admonished.

"I know, I know." He held on to the door frame and took out the key, but did not aim at the keyhole for a long time.

"Fxxk, I'll help you." The accomplice got out of the car and helped him open the door and helped him into the house.

In a very dilapidated car across the street, Vic bared his teeth in the dark.

Fortunately, ten minutes later, the accomplice came out shaking his head, got into the car and left alone.

Vic waited for about half an hour, raised his wrist and saw that the time was almost half past four, and there was no movement inside, so he also started the car and drove directly outside Sean's house.

He knows Sean too well, as long as he doesn't play cards, he must have slept very deeply at this point in time, and he has already tried it, Sean is at home.

He observed it a little, looked at his watch again, it was ten o'clock, the time was very tight, it was still the same, the black socks were put on his head, he got out of the car, lowered himself and rushed to the door quickly, and quietly opened the door with a lockpicking tool.

Sean's nest is not big, and he basically has an unobstructed view after entering the door, this guy usually watches TV on the sofa and falls asleep, but today the TV is on, and there is no one on the sofa in front of him.

Vic used standard tactical maneuvers to hold the stolen revolver, removed the muzzle of the gun pointed at the couch, and moved towards the bedroom.

Keeping his eyes peeled, he slowly widened the hidden bedroom door with his shoulder.

Well? No one in bed either?

He saw that the bed in the bedroom was empty with the help of the faint light of the TV outside, and he was stunned for a moment, 'click', and there was a slight sound of turning on the light in his ears, and the light in the bedroom turned on, and he immediately turned the muzzle of the gun.

"Vic, give up."

In the corner of the bedroom, Sean was being subdued by two field agents in FBI uniforms, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at himself, "We've been staring at you for a long time. ”

It was Carl Lightman who spoke, and his female partner was also in the room, and in the other corner of the bedroom, there were several plainclothes agents with loaded guns.

“FBI！ Vicmackey, you're arrested, you have the right to remain silent......"

One plainclothes man held a gun to the back of his bare head, while another snatched the revolver from his hand and pushed him to his knees, his hands twisted behind his back, cold handcuffs to his wrists.

There were also many brake sounds outside the dark house, and the car lights illuminated the windows white.

Vik Khan rained down, but his nerves were thick enough, and his brain, which had stopped spinning instantly, quickly came back to his senses, "You, you misunderstood, hey...... I'm kidding Sean, our own brother sometimes goes too far, doesn't he? Sean. ”

"Die! Vic. ”

The field worker relaxed the hand on Sean's mouth, "You want to kill me!?" That's how you treat your brother!? Seeing all this, Sean yelled at him, "What a bastard Vic! What a bastard......" He cursed twice, then slid off the wall weakly, sat on the ground with his hands on his head and cried, "I didn't expect you to do this, I didn't think ......"

"Hey, hey, you heard about me Sean."

Vic began to struggle, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, OK?" But don't say anything, go to a lawyer, we seem to have fallen for the FBI's ......" He spoke very quickly.

Before the words fell, the back of the head was hit with the butt of the gun that was just right, and he instantly passed out.

"APLUS, MY DAD SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN ARRESTED, AND NOW A LOT...... Many police officers are at home...... They were searching and I was very scared ......"

In the morning, Cassiti's phone called.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Cassity, calm down, calm down, okay? Wait a minute......"

Songya got up from the bed and looked at Mariah Carey, who was sleeping, "Linda, wake Mike up." Then he walked to the study with his phone, "Who's searching your house, what's wrong with Vic?" ”

"The FBI, it's the FBI, a lot of people in FBI uniforms." "His friends at the police station are also unreachable. ”

"Damn it!"

Song Ya held down the microphone and scolded, "Don't be nervous, okay?" Cassidy, go to a lawyer, have you found a lawyer? I'll give you a call......"

He flipped through the phone book and found Goodman's phone, but it hadn't been reported yet, "You wait, wait, don't worry, it's useless to rush now." He continued to flip, looking at the familiar names of Barron, Hamlin, Alicia, and Will Gardner, and his mind was also a mess, Barron definitely couldn't, Goodman and Hamlin's words to represent Vic were tantamount to exposing their connection with Vic, this was an FBI arrest, and it must have something to do with the murder of the detective, Alicia...... Also too obvious, it is still unclear the attitude of the Peter Frock State Prosecutor, "Will Gardner, you make this call, no, no, Will Gardner is not good ......"

"What should I do?" Cassidy just cried, "It was all too sudden, the neighbors were all outside, and the way they looked at me and my mother ......"

"Calm down! Cassidy! ”

Song Ya roared sternly, "Now that you're the smartest person in the family, you can't do this!" I haven't thought about the lawyer for the time being, but I'll talk about it later, your father is a very shrewd guy, he will choose the most suitable lawyer for him, and your priority now is to meet with him, understand? You can apply to the FBI, be quick, they have rules, I think it is...... I don't quite understand either, Fxxk! ”

"Give it to me." Old Mike pulled his phone from his hand, "Cassidy, listen to me, you call this first, the lawyer's name is Argus, the law firm's name is Flock and Argus, yes, remember the number." ”

"Wait, Mike, you wait."

Song Ya didn't have time to stop him from calling out the number and hung up the phone, "Alicia Flock is Peter's wife, you asked Cassidy to find them......"

"You just have to calm down, kid."

Old Michael glanced at Linda, and when she went out, he locked the door of the study, "Whatever happened to Vic has nothing to do with us, OK?" As for whether to save him or give him up, let Peter decide. We've made plans, do you remember? ”

"Give up ......"

Song Ya understood, he immediately calmed down, knowing that after Vic killed the FBI inspector, he discussed with Old Mike the plan if the matter was revealed, but he didn't expect it to be so quick and so sudden, "If Peter intervenes, not only will he have the possibility of giving up Vic, but he may also give up on me." ”

"We've discussed, he has a gubernatorial race this year, he won't give up the big donor, Vic is his person, he should be the most panicked one now, considering that he doesn't necessarily really know what Vic did, and it's about his political life......"

Old Mike solemnly warned: "Things have happened, we don't need to rush, we can't rush." ”

"But Cassidy......"

"Unfortunately, she can't choose her biological father, and you're about to get married." Old Mac looked him in the eye.

"Vic, why is that guy so stupid!" Song Ya didn't know how Vic got hooked, but it was all too surprising that one of the most 'veteran' black cops was arrested by the FBI so quickly.

"Black police? For the FBI, there is only the difference between wanting to pay attention to it and not paying attention, and that is the most powerful law enforcement machine child in the United States. Old Mac said.

At the same time, in the FBI Chicago office, Sean sat in the interrogation room with his legs spread wide, looking indifferent.

"Sean!"

Carl Letterman and his female partner pushed the door in, angrily slamming the folder on the table in front of him, "Vic has already done it to you, and you still have to protect him!?" ”

"I hate him, but I really don't have much to say."

Sean rolled his eyes, avoiding the other person's gaze, "I don't know why he went crazy all of a sudden, I don't know anything." ”

"If you don't cooperate, you won't want to be free for the rest of your life, we have mastered all the crimes you have participated in over the years, abuse of power, arbitrary violence, harboring goods, and collusion with gangs, in 1988, you and Vic Mackey ......"

Carl Lightman counted the various conclusive charges one by one, and Sean's face became more and more ugly, "Don't read it!" He suddenly became furious, "Fxxk, you want us to turn a blind eye when we go to the neighborhood with the highest crime rate and the gangs to exchange our lives, and now we have no use value and find out all in an instant?" You hypocritical superiors! ”

In the other two cells, the two remaining SA brothers reacted similarly, yawning lazily in front of the FBI interrogators, and doing nothing, "I want to see a lawyer!" I'm going to the bathroom, it's almost pulling into my crotch! Is it okay to give me a cigarette? Thank you for a cup of coffee! ”