The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 182: This Black Pot
To be honest, Jim felt that the psychological trauma he suffered from Xiunuo had come back to him again.

"Okay, wait for the lawyer." Jim said and walked out.

"I'm not a criminal, Mr. Director. I'm a victim." Jia Yu said, "I need water, food, and a bright environment."

I knew it!

Jim looked at Jia Yu: "Don't you want to remain silent?"

"I am making my demands. Of course, you don't have to satisfy them. It's your freedom. But I think this is abuse and discrimination. A victim has been treated unfairly by the LAPD. Where do you think I will go to cause trouble for you?"

Jia Yu spoke very bluntly.

Jim's mouth twitched.

Jia Yu's words were terrifyingly calm: "You would think that I would go to a lawyer, go to the school, and go to the media, but in fact, I know that you are not afraid of anything except lawyers. But don't worry, I will not go to a lawyer."

Jim felt something was wrong. It seemed like this guy was about to give him a big blow.

Jia Yu continued, "I will go to the embassy. Don't forget, Mr. Director, I am different from those guys who gave up their nationality. Don't try to use the same tactics against them against me. They have nothing behind them, but I do. Of course, I believe that Mr. Director certainly does not want to turn a matter of his own police system into a diplomatic issue, right?"

damn it! ! !
Jim took a deep breath and said, "Just cooperate with the investigation. Someone will arrange everything for you."

"Thank you."

Jim walked out, his face dark.

Why don't you learn from your mistakes!!!

Then, Jim saw a guy standing in the corridor, looking at him with a smile.

"Well done Jim." The man laughed cheerfully, "A director was threatened by a foreign student."

"Shut up Robin!" Jim walked over and said with a dark face, "You know, I don't want to see you at this time."

"Don't worry, there are too many people you don't want to see. The people from the internal affairs department will be here soon. Your people are really cruel. They dare to shoot anyone."

"No one would write their last name on their face, Robin." Jim walked to Robin's side and said unhappily, "Can't you come slower? Doesn't the FBI need to sleep at night?"

"Kendi Truger, his father is a well-known yacht businessman. You know the connections in this business. It would be strange if I didn't show up here. And thanks to you, my friend, at least there are few people in the LAPD who regard me as an enemy. So, I heard what you just said."

"Oh? How do you feel?" Jim said, waving to a police officer in front, and then said: "Take the child to the reception room, he needs to cooperate with the investigation, but we need to serve him, understand?"

"what?"

"What are you standing there for!" Jim yelled angrily, "Caltech students, if you don't want the LAPD to be a place for you to gain experience in law school, go and make arrangements!"

"Ahhh, okay Chief!"

The police officer ran over quickly.

"Let's go to the office." Jim walked ahead.

In the office, Jim looked at Robin: "Since you heard it, do you think there is something wrong with him?"

Robin pursed his lips and then asked, "You want to make him a target? Let the power behind that damn black man deal with him instead of the LAPD officers?"

"If possible." Jim smiled bitterly; "I don't think my buddy did anything wrong. You are also a frontline detective Robin. You should know that there is nothing wrong with the police officer's response in that situation. But even if we legally save them, those people will not let them go."

"You're being a bit racist Jim."

"I thought you knew I always was."

"It is useless," said Robin; "except that all your claims are mere conjectures, even if they are true, unless we can convict him."

"But the kid has made it very clear. Even if there are his fingerprints on the gun, he can say that they were stuck during the struggle, including the exchange of Lockard materials. As for tracing the source of the gun purchase, I won't talk about how he would forget this step if he thought of using the police. Even if he really forgot, what can he do?"

"We are only trying to prove that the gun is his, but what if the gun is his? It's in Kennedy's hands. Even if there is surveillance footage showing that he put the gun into Kennedy's hands, so what? The man was shot dead by the police." Robin spread his hands: "So, have you figured it out, Jim? There is no evidence to prove your guess now, but even if there is surveillance footage as your evidence, even if everyone knows that he deliberately framed Kennedy, he is not guilty in legal terms. Because the man was shot dead by your people! And your people, according to normal procedures, don't have to fire the gun!"

"Unless you let the White House and Congress admit that our police system is actually seriously racially discriminatory, and the entire country allows police to shoot black people without charge when they see them with guns."

Jim laughed dryly: "It was possible 20 or 30 years ago."

"You are the chief, not the sheriff, Jim." Robin shook his head: "Give me the information, you know why I am here."

Jim sighed, then threw the thing to Robin: "Robin, don't take it too seriously."

"Don't worry, it's just a formality. I know how difficult it is for these frontline police officers, and I'm used to the pressure from above. However, other people are not your friends."

"I see." Jim rubbed his head.

Robin left, but just as he left, someone ran in: "Chief, the student's lawyer is here."

Jim was stunned: "Who notified his lawyer?"

"Uh, I don't know."

Jim waved his hand: "Okay, go and handle it, just go through the procedures."

"But the lawyer wants to see you."

Jim was stunned and narrowed his eyes: "Directed at me?"

"Let him in."

"Okay, Chief."

A moment later, the door was pushed open, and when Jim saw the lawyer, his eyes widened like bells.

"Oh damn!" Jim almost jumped up when the door closed. "Why are you here? Don't tell me you are the student's lawyer!"

"He's an intern at Dark Gold Pharmaceuticals, isn't he? Oh, no, he's already a full-time employee." Jonas looked at Jim with a smile: "Is it weird that I'm his lawyer?"

"Wait a minute!" Jim ran over to Jonas and whispered, "Don't tell me that kid is the boss's man!"

Jonas laughed. "I'm sorry to tell you this, Jim. And I know you were tricked by him."

Jim couldn't believe his ears: "How did you know?"

"My boss told me, including the content of your conversation. Jim, I can tell you that even if there were 800 cameras recording everything he did, you wouldn't be able to do anything to him."

Jim blinked several times: "No."

Jonas laughed out loud: "Yes, yes, yes! That's the expression! Jim, I love this expression so much."

"Are you sick?"

"No." Jonas chuckled, "It's because I made a fool of myself in front of this kid today. You are such a good man, Jim."

"Who are these people around the boss?" Jim growled, "He just completed a perfect murder!"

Jonas curled his lips. "That's nothing. If you knew how he planned things for me today, you would know that if he just wanted to murder a few scum, that would be great news for America!"

"Isn't all this taught by the boss?"

Jonas smiled and said, "What else?"

Outside the LAPD, Xiunuo frowned.

These guys are obviously talented, what do they have to do with me?
(End of this chapter)