Chapter 344： : Brainstorming operations

The attack was a little big.

It was directly published in the "Washington Post" and was widely disseminated. Although there are frequent shootings in Yingjiang's country, this method of using bombs to clear the way is still rare, and most of them are seeking money.

For example, the grandson of Paul Getty, a legend of the last century and an oil geek, was kidnapped by local groups while traveling in Italy. They asked him for a ransom of 14 million. At that time, Paul was worth 2 billion U.S. dollars, but he only wanted Taking out 4 million, this time the robbers were overwhelmed, and some small parts were given to Paul. Although the latter was anxious, he still insisted on 4 million.

After negotiations, the grandson was released, but since then, no one has wanted to kidnap his family.

When it is not necessary, the kidnappers and other desperadoes are not willing to offend a rich man to death, just like the Superman family later, if the ransom is not paid, will the thief of the century kill people?

There is a great possibility that someone mediates in the middle, and the possibility of killing is not very high.

Rich people are like strategic weapons at any time. They directly throw out a bounty of 100 million US dollars, and some people will fight their lives for them.

Therefore, many experts believe that the bombing at Tangdao Villa was a "vendetta!"

A well-known local detective in Washington said in a variety show that he is willing to help solve the mystery of the murderer, on condition that he is given 2 million US dollars, otherwise maybe bad luck will accompany Tang Dao for a long time.

Then…

That night, when he came out of the hotel, he was beaten by four or five gangsters in the alley at the back door. This physical supernatural force made many people with big mouths shut up, and many show hosts were also notified. If you bring up this sign again, you will be fucked!

Although old Americans pay attention to freedom of speech, they also believe in class.

Under Tang Dao's series of random punches, the news media became much quieter.

But now the fire in his heart still cannot be extinguished.

Because the villa was destroyed and needed to be repaired, the cost here was about 200,000 pounds. He didn't want to hear other gossips, so he ran to the villa in Boston. This time he learned to be smart. In addition to stricter security, Several hotspot scanners were also purposely purchased.

"Boss, Party J has restricted your request to leave the country, and asked you to be present at the summons within 72 hours." As a lawyer in charge, Felix is ​​wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he has begun to learn to add some elegance to himself. .

"Grass!"

Tang Dao cursed and frowned, "Can I apply for revocation?"

"I'm afraid not. They are preparing to file a case against your villa for holding a large number of weapons beyond the scope of the gun license. Moreover, I found that several judicial agencies have already planned to jointly prosecute you, and even the judicial circle is considering this matter. "

Felix was very reserved, trying to be tactful.

But when Tang Dao heard it, he squinted his eyes like a rattlesnake, staring at him coldly, "You mean, someone wants to punish me."

"Hmm." After hesitating for a while, Felix nodded, quite worried, "The gun laws in Washington, D.C. are very strict. Individuals are not allowed to own any firearms other than pistols, and they cannot have more than 5 rounds of ammunition, nor can they own grenades. Launchers, bayonets, etc., these are all illegal, and if they exceed that, they will be imprisoned for about 25 months."

25 months, about two years!

Too many things have happened in the past two years, especially when Tangdao's industry building is still laying the foundation. If he leaves him, it will definitely collapse in the next second. Those consortiums in the south and the hyenas in Africa can't He is salivating over the interests in his hands.

The more you get to this time, the more calm you will be.

"What can I do?" he asked, looking at Felix.

"If you can, you can only leave here."

This was to lure Tang Dao to abscond illegally. He immediately rejected this plan. He didn't want to become a wanted criminal. Most importantly, his career line had just gained a firm foothold in North America, so he was reluctant to leave like this. "

"Actually, the most important thing is who owns the name of this house?" Felix asked with a frown as if thinking of something, "This is another excuse for you to avoid guilt."

It's not my house, how do I know where the gun came from?

"I remember that I asked the intermediary to put this name on an overseas foundation, and the name of that foundation was Hassan!" Tang Dao thought about it carefully and said that the foundation was established in the name of Hassan. It's nothing more than Tang Dao donating money to it every year, which is called: funding reconstruction and repairing the school, but the money is just a kickback for Hassan.

This is a means for both parties to maintain a win-win situation. The other party spends Somali funds to buy arms, so I have to show him something.

In other words, he is not the owner of this house at all?

Felix jumped up from the sofa now, and said righteously, "I think they are a kind of slander, discrimination against a friendly foreigner, and even selfishness under racial discrimination."

This guy is now resurrected with full blood, and his confidence came all at once.

"Boss, I am now confident that the other party will withdraw the restraining order. If the other party comes to file a lawsuit, I can completely let them lose the lawsuit, but the necessary public opinion propaganda..."

"Don't worry, I will ask someone to cooperate with you." Professionally, Tang Dao still believes in the other party. Yingjiang's laws seem to be sound, but there are pitfalls everywhere, all of which are gaps set for the rich. Putting on a certain racial discrimination hat can completely allow Tang Dao to avoid accountability.

He is now a little thankful for his decision to put the property in Hassan's name.

This is simply the greatest operation at present, and you must not use your real name to save your life!

"So what do I need to do now?"

"Cooperate, as long as you cooperate with Party J, I will take care of the rest." Felix replied.

Tang Dao put down Erlang's legs, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Great, you are the best lawyer in America, buddy."

"I'm just speaking for justice."

Whoever has money is just?

It may be a fallacy, but is justice delayed justice?

…

boom!

"Fack! Get out of here."

In Bureau J of Washington, there were angry shouts in the office of the big boss.

Everett and his partner came out from inside, and the two looked at each other, feeling a little helpless.

The big BOSS called them in and scolded them just now. It was nothing more than the pressure from someone above that made him feel overwhelmed, and then he pulled the two of them in to vent. Rhett, if you don't find anything wrong, send them to the farm!

"Man, are you really going to continue the investigation? I don't think this matter will do any harm to the rich man at all."

"Didn't you see? His villa is an arsenal! My intuition tells me that this must be a wanted criminal, hidden very deep, and our current evidence is enough to send him to prison." Everett smiled Said, and patted the other party, signaling him to relax.

But his partner always felt uneasy. He shrugged his shoulders and was about to pour some water with his cup, but bumped into the field worker who brought in the newspaper.

"Hey, old Bent, any good news?"

The elderly Bent looked up and saw the other party with a strange expression on his face, "Of course, but I think you must not like it, especially Officer Everett."

"Let me take a look." Hearing this, his partner put the water glass aside and took the newspaper. He glanced at it, and his eyes froze. He finally understood what Bent's expression meant, and he took the newspaper and turned towards Avery. He trotted over to Te's desk, and under the surprised gaze of the other party, he slapped the newspaper on the table, "Something went wrong."

"What's the matter?" Everett frowned, opened the snack, stuffed a piece of chocolate candy, looked out, and saw a news written on it.

"Washington J Bureau Police Officer Everett Suspected of Racial Discrimination? "

Cough cough cough... He almost choked to death on the candy.

I'm... black, racist against other people?

Falk!

What is this operation? !

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