Outside the interrogation room.

Anthony was waiting for Dean with his hands on his chest.

"Agent Anthony, you look tired and need a cup of coffee."

Dean greeted warmly, without the slightest embarrassment from having just beaten up Anthony's men.

"Your coffee here doesn't taste good." Anthony put down his hand and pointed to the LCD screen outside the interrogation room: "It seems that your injuries are recovering well." ”

On the LCD screen, the process of Dean putting down the two Hanhan is being replayed, punching and kicking, and the shot is clean and neat, perfectly showing his strength and speed.

“...”

When did you get an extra LCD monitor here?

Dean was very thick-skinned, and directly changed the subject: "Harry said that you have requisitioned the interrogation room since last night, and it is not over yet, it seems that the interrogation is not going very well?" ”

"It went well, but it wasn't what we wanted." Anthony took out a document from the side and threw it to Dean: "Amodeo blamed all the crimes on Bill, this is the testimony." ”

Dean picked up the file and flipped through it quickly.

The testimony was scribbled to the effect that:

When Amodeo was in high school, he came into contact with the dark web by chance.

Because of the psychology of curiosity.

He sneaked up on some offbeat videos to watch.

Recently.

Bill found him out of the blue, forced him to commit three crimes with the threat of the purchase of those videos, and provided guidance throughout the crime.

Besides.

For Lucifer Games Organization.

Amodeo said that he was just a puppet and a victim of persecution, and now he was very traumatized, and he didn't know anything about the damn game organization.

..

It's no wonder Anthony says it's not what they want.

Dean put down the papers: "If these testimonies are used to testify, how long will Amodeo be sentenced?" ”

"Amodeo provided a transcript of the chats that Bill threatened him, and if the judge accepts these testimonies, coupled with the guilty plea, he will go from being a principal offender to an accessory, and the sentence will not exceed 10 years."

Anthony wearily took out a cigarette and lit it.

"And he still has some money at home, although he can't bail Amodeo, but there are many ways to help him reduce his sentence, and in my experience, Amodeo will not be in prison for more than five years."

Is it so short...

Dean also took out a cigarette and spewed out the clouds.

Three lives were saved in less than five years in prison.

It's American.

And the prisons here, with money and without money, are completely two kinds of treatment, not to mention the large number of private prisons.

None of this has anything to do with Dean, though.

He was not a jealous person, and he only came here to get more information about Lucifer's game organization from Anthony.

Amodeo didn't speak.

On Anthony's side, there is also the harvest of Bill's family.

Just when Dean wanted to ask.

Anthony spoke first, "I thought you would ask why we were so soft on Amodeo. ”

Dean shrugged: "Well, why?" ”

The FBI doesn't break the rules as much as their police department.

They have many ways to make ordinary criminals lose their citizenship, and after that, criminals are like pigs and dogs, and they are at the mercy of others.

So the current situation is not normal.

Anthony stepped on the cigarette butt and said, "If you go to the observation window, you will know that in another hour, we will interrogate him for twelve hours, and we must hand over Amodeo to you and leave." ”

And what's going on?

Intrigued, Dean walked over to the observation window and looked inside.

In the interrogation room, there were only two people.

One was a small, skinny blonde Caucasian youth.

He lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his cuffed hands had already identified himself.

This is Amodeo, Bill's chosen apostle of the game, codenamed Kaz, and a wealthy second generation in Los Angeles, with a family fortune of more than 10 million and a small capital.

Dean didn't expect him to be so young.

Next to Amodeo sat a middle-aged man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

The man had a black briefcase at his feet, and he looked like a lawyer.

He sat next to Amodeo.

Even though there are only two of them in it at the moment, they still hold a pen in one hand, a notebook in the other, and a voice recorder hanging on their chests, giving people a meticulous look.

"The FBI interrogates prisoners and has a lawyer present?"

Dean looked at Anthony suspiciously.

This is outrageous.

Anthony refilled another cigarette with a melancholy expression: "The man sitting next to Amodeo is a full-time lawyer for the Los Angeles Truckers Association, and he was hired by Amodeo's father. ”

"Amazing?"

"It's not great, but it's troublesome."

Anthony's sunken brown eyes showed dissatisfaction: "The truck guild affects a lot of votes, so the chairman of the guild has a good relationship with many councilors, although they can't directly affect us in the FBI, but they can affect those councilors and our direct bosses!" ”

"He didn't say a word, and that damn lawyer was there, and we couldn't use a lot of tactics!" Anthony sighed.

The FBI is really good.

But when he said hello, he didn't do it.

"That's it, Anthony." , Dean crossed his hands and pressed his fingers: "I'll help you solve the little trouble in front of you, if it's convenient for you, give me a share of the harvest at Bill's house." ”

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, give me twenty minutes if you agree."

"OK, happy cooperation!"

Anthony originally agreed to Dean coming over, just to use the unfair facts in front of him to stimulate him, a young man, so that he could accept Dean later.

Now that Dean suddenly said he wanted to help, Anthony naturally wouldn't refuse.

Whether it succeeds or not, you can take a closer look at Dean's means.

Anthony bowed his head and muttered twice on his collar, and the door to the interrogation room opened: "Go in, Dean, as long as you don't do it, you can do whatever you want!" ”

"Wait."

Dean pulled out his pistol from behind him, took it apart, tinkered with the parts twice, reassembled them, and thrust them into his waist.

"Okay, remember to help me turn off the monitoring and recording, and turn it on when it's critical." Dean raised an eyebrow at Anthony and walked into the interrogation room.

Movement is heard.

Amodeo still had his head down.

The middle-aged lawyer glanced at Dean and calmly picked up his watch: "You still have fifty-seven minutes, if it exceeds this time, I will file a lawsuit against your FBI branch!" ”

"I'm sorry."

Dean reached out and dragged the long table on the other side to the lawyer and Amodeo: "I'm not from the FBI, but a psychological counseling therapist. ”

"Hey, what's going on?"

The lawyer's face showed anger: "My employer doesn't need psychological counseling!" ”

Amaudio, who had kept his head down, couldn't help but look up when he heard the exclamations of the lawyer next to him and the dragging of the table, and looked at Dean with bloodshot eyes.

He wasn't as nervous as a lawyer.

The f.b.i. was helpless, and he was sure that the organization was not breaking its promise.

His father, but he didn't have the ability to find a full-time lawyer for the Grand Guild when the election was approaching!

In his testimony, he said that he was traumatized... We need to give him an assessment. Dean explained softly to the unkind lawyer.

"Then you... What is it to pull the table over! As the lawyer spoke, he suddenly glanced at the surveillance in the interrogation room, and did not know when it had been turned off, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and his voice withered.

Dean's tone was still soft: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Lawyer, as a professional psychological counselor, I need a table to put some ordinary psychological counseling props, isn't it normal..."

Between words.

He placed a pistol, a razor, nail polish, a small packet of fine needles, and seven or eight pieces of paper in front of them one by one.

This time.

Amodeo, who was quite calm, subconsciously choked up a mouthful of saliva.

Something seems wrong.

"The conditions are simple, and the things prepared are not very sufficient, please forgive me." Dean propped his hands on the table and looked at the two of them with a nuclear smile: "Which of you wants to be the first to enjoy my counseling session?" ”