You can't just donate money to the police station because someone else donations money, and then you can turn a blind eye, right?

Maybe others will.

But George Stacy said that he was not such a person, but he was the owner of the police station, so George still wanted to invite him politely.

George paused and said, "Or, Mr. Morton can call your lawyer now." ”

That's the bottom line for me to concede.

George thought to himself, he also knew the character of these rich people.

Baker said: "It's so late, my lawyer is probably already asleep, forget it, don't bother him." ”

Go to bed?

Don't bother?

Are the rich nowadays so easy-going?

George thought to himself, but he was also relieved to hear that Baker was willing to go over: "Don't worry, it's just a simple record." ”

Baker nodded.

In the police station.

Brightly lit.

"Here, Mr. Morton."

"Ms. Bloom."

After taking two cups of hot coffee from the coffee machine outside, George walked into the living room with the coffee, handed the two cups in his hand and said, "The coffee at the police station doesn't taste as good as the one outside, but now the café outside is closed." ”

Baker took a sip: "Coffee machine, most of the effects of fifty dollars and five hundred dollars are similar, the most important thing is the coffee beans, I have invested in a coffee bean production company in Kenya, and I will ask them to send a few pieces when I have time." ”

George pulled out his chair and sat down, "Yes, then I'll thank Mr. Morton for the police department." ”

Baker waved his hand and said something small.

There are two sides to everything.

Although Baker was given the ability to use money by Tony Stark in the Wall Street investment community, it is undeniable that after leaving Wall Street, Baker's investment business is quite diversified.

So far, Baker's investment business is still quite good, and it is still the same sentence, compared with other investors, it is more than enough to be less than the bottom.

After a while.

George put down the pen in his hand, thought for a moment and said to Baker, "Mr. Morton, given your relationship with the NYPD, the Prosecutor's Office will not prosecute you, but if the person you injured files a lawsuit against you......"

As soon as someone donated $100,000 on the front foot, and your prosecutor's office directly filed a lawsuit on the back foot, do you want the New York Police Department's financial deficit to continue?

There is no doubt that if the prosecutor's office dared to do this, the director of the New York Police Department would have slapped the table and angrily sprayed the prosecutor's office.

Of course.

If it was really a crime, the New York Police Department would not have betrayed its conscience because of 100,000 US dollars, but, a Russian gangster?

Don't make a fuss, one is a well-known investor in the Wall Street investment community, the other is a Russian gangster, and it goes without saying who to choose.

Baker also said directly: "I can understand, I will ask my lawyer to come over tomorrow, if there are no other problems, we should be able to leave." ”

said.

Baker looked at Jasmine, who was sitting next to her with sunglasses and her head down.

George said: "Of course, but if these gangsters really want to kidnap your girlfriend and get you to help them launder their money, then Ms. Bloom's residence may also be the target of their revenge, and tomorrow I will apply to the director for a protection team, but tonight? ”

Baker got up and held out his hand to George, "Thank you, Officer Stacy." ”

George saw that Baker didn't talk to him, and he didn't have any other thoughts.

Rise.

Shake hands.

Then he personally drove Baker and Jasmine to the downstairs of the 820 building.

Top floor.

After Baker entered the door, he took off his coat and walked towards the bar and said, "There are still quite a lot of guest rooms on the second floor, you can choose one." ”

Jasmine, who took off her sunglasses and showed bruises at the corners of her eyes, looked at the apartment the size of half a football field and said, "Actually, I can stay in a hotel." ”

Baker took out the medical kit from the drawer under the bar and found a small button box inside: "Stay in a hotel, unless you want your game to be disbanded, no one on Wall Street wants to participate in a game organized by an organizer with ties to the gang." ”

There was a pause.

Baker closed the toolbox and added, "At least that's the case at the tables. ”

Gangsters participate in the game with the intention of laundering money, and naturally, they definitely need to win money on the game.

Of course.

Wall Street doesn't care if they win or lose, but for them, I can care less, but you can't treat me as a winner.

Baker gestured to Jasmine for a moment on the couch, and then when Jasmine was seated, Baker opened the locket in his hand.

The pungent fragrance came suddenly.

Baker clasped a little bit of the white ointment inside with his little thumb, and Jasmine's head instinctively dodged to the side: "I'll do it myself." ”

Baker looked at Jasmine with a smile on his face.

Jasmine: "......"

Five minutes later.

Baker got up and walked towards the bar with his little box: "I should be able to wait for half an hour." ”

"What can be?"

"The bruises should be gone."

Baker put the button box back into the medical box and said: "This box was specially obtained from a certain mountain in the east last year, it is said that this ointment has a history of more than 600 years, originally they did not buy it for outsiders, but after I heard about it, after donating ten teaching buildings to them, their patriarch also gave us two small bottles of the size when I left." ”

It's true.

Although the effect of this thing is not to give birth to white bones or live dead, it is simply a miracle medicine for some gunshot wounds or scars.

Baker gave a bottle of Jane Smith, and the rest of the bottle, Baker has always stayed here, anyway, according to the patriarch, this thing can be passed down from generation to generation.

Jasmine seemed a little unconvinced.

Half an hour later.

Jasmine watched in the bathroom of the guest room and washed her face and believed it completely.

Nope.

I thought the bruises that might last at least two days before they went away.

It's amazing.

Upstairs in the master bedroom, Baker finished his shower, returned to the living room, poured himself a glass of bourbon, and lay on the terrace admiring the night sky overhead.

The next day.

When Baker woke up, he saw a thin blanket over himself.

Whose?

Baker lifted the blanket and walked out of the patio into the living room.

into the eyes.

When Jasmine saw Baker at the kitchen bar, she laughed and said, "I don't know what you like to eat, just make it." ”

Baker reacted: "Thank you." ”

Jasmine unbuttoned her apron, and just as Baker walked to the kitchen bar, sat down, glanced at the breakfast on the plate in front of her, and praised, "Very rich breakfast." ”

Jasmine said thank you.

Half an hour later.

After receiving a call from George, Jasmine said goodbye to Baker.

Baker sent Jasmine downstairs.

And then.

Eyes chilled.

……