The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 121: The Director Dare to Arrest!

Everyone was stunned when Robin rushed into the police station.

At this time, the LAPD was already overcrowded.

Someone noticed Robin and quickly shouted, "The FBI is here!"

However, something that Robin couldn't figure out happened. Two police officers appeared in front of him and stopped Robin.

"Sir, LAPD is now in a state of emergency. All unnecessary personnel please leave."

Unrelated personnel?

Your police stations are now filled with irrelevant personnel!!
You let the rioters in, but you kept me out?

"Aren't they irrelevant people?" Robin said angrily, pointing at the marchers.

"Them?" The police officer looked back and saw that the marchers had calmed down a lot, perhaps because they could not squeeze in or because of the attitude of the LAPD officers.

They also realized that these people were all armed with guns, and that they might not be able to do anything to them when they were protesting outside, but now, they had every reason to open fire without having to take responsibility.

So they were a little nervous at this time.

Fortunately, Jim came up from the back and said, "They are all the people who reported the case, right? Ladies and gentlemen?"

The police officer was relieved when he saw that it was Jim: "Yes, they are all the people who reported the case."

"Help everyone register." Jim shouted, "Don't just stand there. Also, you are all well-mannered gentlemen and ladies. If you want to report a crime, can you please line up?"

A group of demonstrators woke up as if from a dream and immediately began to line up in an orderly manner.

As a result, the reporters outside saw a strange scene.

Many of the protesters who had rushed in without caring about their lives came out at this time. Not only did they come out, they also lined up spontaneously and in an orderly manner.

These reporters came with a mission. They did not follow the demonstrators into the police station because they knew too well what they were sent here to report and cover up.

I also know that if I go in, the police have the right to shoot without charge.

It's just a job. I'm not applying for a war correspondent. There's no need to work so hard for that little salary.

Just record the gunshots outside.

But they only heard two gunshots and then nothing more.

Then came this weird scene.

A reporter and a photographer ran over and asked, "Excuse me, sir, what are you doing?"

"Report it to the police." The black man being interviewed said as a matter of course: "Isn't that why we are here?"

"Report a crime?"

The reporters were dumbfounded.

With Jim's help, Robin finally followed him all the way up and arrived at the door of the director's office.

No one who can rush here is calm.

At this time, the three sheriffs were handcuffed to chairs and seemed to be under control.

But Robin discovered that their keys were hanging around their waists!

Inside the director's office, there were screams like pigs being slaughtered!
"Hey! Stop!" Robin rushed over immediately, but was pushed back by two explosion-proof shields.

Fortunately, Jim came to the rescue again: "Hey, everyone, calm down! This is the FBI, they are not here to cause trouble for you, trust me, okay?"

"Is that Officer Jim?"

"Of course it is me."

The crowd immediately made way for Jim and Robin to walk in. At this time, Chief Thompson was lying on the ground with his pants stripped off, his body covered with bruises and bloodstains, and his entire face was covered in blood.

His two assistants look similar.

Thomson opened his eyes despite the pain, and when he saw that it was Robin, he felt like he had seen his savior.

"Quick! Arrest them, Robin!" Thompson didn't know where he got the strength from, and he stumbled to his feet with a swollen face. He accused angrily: "Arrest all these bastards! They broke in illegally, vandalized illegally, and attacked the police. You bastards, just wait! I will send you all to jail!"

When the warriors heard this, they were about to attack again. But Jim stopped them: "Calm down, gentlemen."

Hearing Jim's voice, Thompson, whose eyes had been hit and could not see clearly, turned his head to look. When he saw Jim, he instantly became furious.

"And this Jim Brown! Arrest him too! He planned all this! It must be him!!"

However, he didn't expect that Robin, whom he regarded as his savior, actually took out an arrest warrant and looked at her coldly: "I'm sorry, Chief Thompson, my purpose this time is you."

"Director Thompson, the FBI has formally arrested you for bribery, malfeasance, and murder. Please go back and cooperate with our investigation. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court. You have the right to obtain legal assistance. If you cannot afford the legal fees, we will provide you with a lawyer."

As he said that, Robin took out the handcuffs: "Do you want to put them on yourself, or do you want me to put them on for you."

Thompson, with a pig head, did not accept his fate after seeing the arrest warrant. Instead, he angrily asked, "Are you crazy, Robin? I am the chief of LAPD! You have no right to arrest me! Even if there is an arrest warrant, you need to find it."

However, Robin's next words made Thomson feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

"I'm sorry, Thompson. Just now, you are no longer the director. This is the result of a joint discussion between the City Hall and the Director's Committee. The suspension document should have been sent to you. Didn't you see it?"

How could Thompson see this? He was dragged out from the computer and beaten up!

Robin handcuffed the still confused Thompson and whispered in his ear, "Go back with me for investigation or be beaten to death by the people here. It's your choice."

At this moment, Thompson surrendered.

Yes, there is still a chance for him to turn things around if he goes to the FBI, but if he stays here, he will definitely be beaten to death!
Robin nodded, then said to his men beside him: "Take the person away."

But their way was blocked by the marchers: "You are shielding him!"

one marcher said angrily.

Robin looked at these people without any fear: "I know you are very angry, but everyone, if he makes a mistake, there will be laws to punish him, not your lynching. Do you want to become murderers?"

"Our laws will only protect him!" one marcher shouted in dissatisfaction: "We all know this!"

Robin patiently explained: "Please rest assured, I will investigate every single thing he did and make sure he will not escape the punishment of the law!"

Seeing that everyone around him didn't believe him, Jim stood up and looked at everyone: "Okay, everyone, Robin is a good policeman. We were partners before, and I can vouch for him, so... let him take the man away. As for you."

Jim whispered, "Can you please go home first? Otherwise, the anti-terrorist forces will come and I'm afraid you will get hurt. Or, you can go to the lobby on the first floor and line up to report the crime."

Someone raised his doubts: "But, we have already taken action, Officer Jim."

"Did they do it?" Jim asked curiously, "Who saw it?"

Everyone was stunned, and someone said, "He's already like that."

"Didn't he fall accidentally? Or, was he resisting arrest? Everyone helped subdue him. If that was the case, there would definitely be some physical friction during the process, right? I'm right, right? After all, we have so many witnesses."

Is this still possible? Everyone turned their eyes to Robin.

"I despise such behavior, really!" Robin gritted his teeth, but still said; "But I really didn't see anything."

The crowd burst into laughter: "I kind of believe he's a good policeman."

A group of people left the office, and just as Jim was about to go out, he received a call.

Seeing no one was there, Jim answered the phone: "Well, yes, according to your request, he is not dead, but why did you specifically make such a request to me?"

"Of course I have my own considerations, Jim. You have a high reputation now, don't you? I think I can use him to gain some benefits."

(End of this chapter)