Chapter 649

On March 17th, the black man who was beaten by Sean left the police station, rubbed his swollen face, punched and joked with the gang brothers who were warmly welcomed outside. Then they got on the bus and ran directly to a nightclub in the P stone area of South City.

At 3:30 a.m. on the 18th, he left the club drunk and went back to his home in the car of an accomplice.

"The boss asked you to take a few days off to recuperate. We will contact you when we need to find you."

The fellow in the car told me.

"I know, I know." He held the door frame and took out the key. He missed the key hole for a long time.

"Fxxk, let me help you." He got out of the car to help him open the door and helped him into the room.

In a very shabby car across the street, Vick showed his teeth in the dark.

Fortunately, more than ten minutes later, the gang shook their heads and left alone in the car.

Vick waited for about half an hour. He lifted his wrist and saw that it was almost 4:30. There was no movement in it. He also started the car and drove directly to Shaun's house.

He knows Sean too well. As long as he doesn't play cards, he must be sleeping heavily at this time. He has already tried, and Sean is at home.

After a little observation, he looked at his watch again. At 5:10, the time was very tight. He was still the same as before. He put on his black socks, got out of the car, and rushed to the door with a low body and quietly opened the door with a unlocking tool.

Sean's nest is not big. After entering the door, he can see everything clearly. This guy will watch TV on the sofa and see that he is asleep. But today, the TV is on, and there is no one on the sofa in front of him.

With standard tactical movements, Vick takes the stolen revolver, moves away from the muzzle pointing at the sofa and moves his feet towards the bedroom.

He kept alert and slowly widened the open bedroom door with his shoulders.

Yeah? Nobody in bed?

With the help of the weak TV light outside, he saw that the bed in the bedroom was empty. He was a little stunned. "Da". A slight switch rang in his ear. The light in the bedroom was on. He immediately turned the muzzle of the gun.

"Vic, give up."

In the corner of the bedroom, Sean is being subdued by two field workers in FBI uniform, staring at himself with disbelief, "we've been staring at you for a long time."

It was Carl Letterman, whose female partner was also in the room, in the other corner of the bedroom, hiding several plainclothes agents with live ammunition.

“FBI！ Vicky, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent... "

One man in plain clothes put his gun on the back of his naked head. Another took the revolver from his hand and knelt him on the ground. His hands were twisted behind him. His wrists were wrapped in cold handcuffs.

A lot of brakes were heard outside the dark room, and the lights made the windows white.

Vic was sweating like rain, but his nerves were thick enough. His brain, which had stopped turning for a moment, soon came back to his senses, "you, you misunderstood me, hey I'm joking with Sean. Our own brother sometimes goes too far, right? Sean. "

"Die! Vic. "

Field relaxed his hand on Sean's mouth. "You want to kill me!? That's how you treat your brother! " Sean, who saw all this, yelled at him, "you're a jerk, Vic! What an asshole... " He scolded two words, and then his body fell against the wall, sitting on the ground with his hands clasped in tears, "I didn't expect you to do this, I didn't expect..."

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

Vic began to struggle, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, OK? But don't say anything. Go to a lawyer. We seem to have been caught by the FBI... " He speaks very fast.

The voice did not fall, the back of the brain was hit with a handhold of the gun properly held, in an instant coma in the past.

"Aplus, my father seems to have been arrested, and now a lot of A lot of police officers are at home They're searching, and I'm scared... "

In the morning, Cassidy called.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Cassidy. Calm down, all right? Just a moment... "

Sonya gets out of bed and looks at Maria Kelly, who is sleeping. "Linda, wake up Mike." Then he took his cell phone to the study and said, "who's searching your house? What's wrong with Vic?"

"The FBI, it's the FBI, a lot of people in FBI uniform." "His friends at the police station are out of touch," said Cassidy

"Damn it!"

Song Ya pressed the microphone and scolded, "don't be nervous, OK? Cassidy, go to a lawyer. Have you got a lawyer? I'll give you a call... "

He opened the phone book and found Goodman's phone. He didn't say, "you wait, wait. Don't worry. It's no use rushing now." He continued to read, from the familiar names of Barron, Hamlin, Alicia, and will Gardner, and his mind was in a mess. Barron must not be able to do it. Goodman and Hamlin had exposed their contact with Vic when they went to represent Vic. This was the arrest of the FBI. It must have something to do with the murder of the detective. Alicia It's also too obvious. It's not clear what the state attorney Peter flock's attitude is, "wil Gardner, you make this call, no, no, will Gardner is not good either...""What should I do?" Cassidy just cried. "It's all so sudden. The neighbors are all out there, the way they look at me and mom..."

"Calm down! Cassidy

Song Ya yelled sternly, "now you are the smartest person in the family. You can't do this! I haven't thought about the lawyer for the time being. Let's go back and say, your father is a very smart guy. He will choose the most suitable lawyer for him. Your first task now is to meet him. Understand? You can apply to the FBI. Be quick. They have relevant regulations. I remember I don't really understand, fxxk! "

"Give it to me." Old Mike took his cell phone out of his hand. "Cassidy, listen to me. You call this first. The lawyer's name is Argus, and the 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 giving out the number and hung up the phone. "Alicia flock is Peter's wife. You let Cassidy find them..."

"You have to calm down, boy."

Old Mike looked at Linda and locked the door of his study when she went out. "Vic, what happened to me has nothing to do with us, OK? As for whether to save him or give him up, let Peter decide. We have made plans, do you remember? "

"Give up..."

Song Ya understood. He immediately calmed down. After knowing that Vic killed the FBI inspector, he discussed with old Mike the plan if the matter came to light, but he didn't expect to be so sudden so quickly, "if Peter intervenes, he may not only give up Vic, he may also give up me."

"We have discussed that he has a governor election this year, and he will not give up the big money Lord. Vic is his man. He should be the most flustered one now, considering that he may not really know what Vic has done, and it is related to his political life..."

"It's already happened. We don't have to be in a hurry, and we can't be in a hurry," old Mike warned solemnly

"But Cassidy..."

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

"Why is that fellow Vic so stupid?" Song Ya doesn't know how Vic got hooked, but it's surprising that one of the most "senior" triad officers was arrested by the FBI so soon.

"Black police? For the FBI, there is only the difference between what they want to pay attention to and what they don't want to pay attention to. That's the most powerful law enforcement machine in the United States. " Old Mike said.

At the same time, at the FBI's Chicago office, Sean sat in the interrogation room with his legs wide apart and his face indifferent.

"Sean!"

Carl Letterman and his female partner pushed the door in and slammed the folder on the table in front of him. "Vic's done it to you, and you're going to protect him!"

"I hate him, but I really have nothing to say."

Sean rolled his eyes and looked away from each other's eyes. "I don't know why he suddenly went crazy. I don't know anything."

"If you don't cooperate, you'll never be free. We have all the crimes you've been involved in over the years, abuse of power, arbitrary use of violence, concealment of goods, collusion with gangs. In 1988, you and Viktor McKee..."

"Don't read it!" Sean's face grew more and more ugly as carlettman's count of all kinds of well-established charges were counted "Fxxk, you turn a blind eye when you want us to go to the streets with the highest crime rate and gangs to change their lives, and now we've found out in a flash that we're not using value? You hypocritical high people

In the other two interrogation rooms, the two remaining stormtroopers responded in the same way, yawning lazily in front of the FBI interrogation experts, saying nothing, "I want to see a lawyer! I'm going to go to the bathroom, and I'm going to be in my pants! Can I have a cigarette? Coffee, please

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