I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 140 I received the help of the "Sun," as if...

The legend of the "bureau chief" has come to an end.

But before leaving Chicago, Edgar Hoover had one last task: to "rescue" the Secret Service agents detained in Chicago.

Overshadowed by the "director's" brilliant achievements and the dramatic "death" news, the investigation bureau finally stopped pretending to be dead.

After much back-and-forth wrangling with Chicago government departments and countless underhanded deals, a simple agreement was finally reached: the Bureau of Investigation would pay the "detention costs" incurred by the agents during their stay at the "designated correctional facility" in exchange for the smooth removal of the individuals.

Hoover initially thought it was just something that happened on the way, until he received the bill.

"Two...two hundred and eighty thousand US dollars?!"

Hoover's voice rose uncontrollably, and his face turned extremely ugly.

"Are they in jail or on vacation? Even a vacation wouldn't cost $28! Is your prison made of gold?"

Hoover was furious.

Are you kidding me? Even after deducting staff salaries and fixed expenses, the entire investigation bureau's budget for half a year wouldn't reach that amount.

More than 80 agents were detained for only about a month, and they have to pay such an outrageous price?

Hoover wanted to say that even if all these agents were bundled together and sold, they probably wouldn't fetch a fraction of the price!
He used the title of "bureau chief" to rob banks and commit "social death," but in the end, he only received a little over 100,000 yuan!
You only detained someone for a month and then demanded nearly $300,000? Who the hell is robbing us here?!

Despite Hoover's outburst, the prison manager who delivered the bill remained smiling and patiently explained...
"We are a legally operating orthodontic facility that provides high-quality services with clearly marked prices. All fees are in accordance with market standards, and we will issue official receipts."

“By the way,” he paused meaningfully, “this expense can be reimbursed by the federal government. After all, this is a business trip, even if the location and method are a bit unusual.”

"to reimburse?!"

Hoover practically spat out the word, suppressing the urge to tear the bill to shreds as he carefully examined the so-called "detailed list of charges."

Oh, that's a clearly marked price—

• Single room accommodation fee: US$30 per day (Note: **)

• Premium security fee: $30 per day (Note: **)

Customized catering service fee: $25 per day (Note: **^)

• Professional psychological counseling fee: $15 per day (Note: **)

• Facility usage and entertainment fee: US$10 per day (Note: **)^
Add in medical expenses and other miscellaneous service fees, and it comes to $120 per person per day!
After reviewing the service details, Hoover couldn't really say the price was high, but—

"This isn't prison! This is clearly a sanatorium!"

"How can such a prison be allowed to exist in the world?"

Charging money for going to jail is already outrageous, but charging this much money is absolutely outrageous!
But the prison manager's smile remained unchanged as he calmly replied, "Sir, this is a humane service we provide to 'rehabilitate' inmates. It is a legitimate privately-run prison with an Illinois franchise."

“I can assure you that your subordinates enjoy treatment here comparable to that of a high-end club. The services at our prison are absolutely worth the price, and the ‘clients’ on the waiting list can attest to that.”

Hoover certainly knew about private prisons in Chicago, but he didn't know they could be this outrageous.

And he really couldn't refute it.

After all, he knew that his former partner, Tom, was a "client" who had made an appointment.

He also knew that one of the shareholders behind this prison, which was disguised as a "correction" facility, was the Chicago local gang that their Bureau of Investigation was supposed to be cracking down on.

What else could he say?

The Chicago government has made it very clear that they support private prisons; people are released only after payment is made!

They're totally in cahoots!
Holding this thin yet incredibly heavy bill, Hoover was certain of one thing: that bastard Logan had definitely cheated him.

They even said they were "saving the poor agents from their misery," but it turns out they just wanted to create a huge hole in the Bureau of Investigation's budget!

Fuck his "sun"!
"...Yes, I know luxury prisons are expensive, but don't these agents who risk their lives deserve to enjoy life a little?"

Logan did not deny it when Hoover came to "settle accounts".

It's not hard to find out that he's an "advisor" to Fox River Private Jail, so it's not worth lying about.

Logan seemed genuinely surprised, "So it was you, Boss, who came to rescue the agents! That's great. Although they didn't perform well before, they were still elites handpicked by the Bureau of Investigation. It's perfect for you to win them over."

"Buying loyalty?" Hoover nearly choked. "Do you have some misunderstanding about the Bureau of Investigation's budget? We're not the Morgan family!"

God, offering $28 to give the agents a month of "recuperation" in exchange for their loyalty is a waste of their loyalty!
Upon hearing this, Logan immediately wore a strained expression that seemed to say, "So the Bureau of Investigation is really that poor."

Hoover then remembered that this kid was a wealthy man and probably had never lacked money.

He felt it was necessary to quickly patch the issue, otherwise he was really afraid that one day this guy would ask him for an astronomical amount of funding!
But before he could even begin to patch it up, Logan interrupted, "In that case, what I'm considering... is quite suitable."

"Ok?"

"That's right, I'm naturally very excited to be a member of the Investigation Bureau."

Logan changed the subject, his eyes becoming serious.

"But I've also been considering the potential conflict between the O'Connor family and the FBI—family on one side, country on the other..."

He gave a rather pained look and continued, "So I was thinking, could I use my special status to unite 'family' and 'nation'?"

"The unity of family and country?" Hoover's anger dissipated, and his gaze became profound.

“Yes.” Logan spoke slowly, as if he had thought it through carefully. “I think the Irish gang could become an unofficial force for the Bureau of Investigation.”

"After all, things in society can't always be done through legal means. If we could have such a 'shadow force' that is familiar with underground rules and has strong operational capabilities for the investigation bureau..."

"On the other hand, the Bureau of Investigation also gets a money bag." He frowned, as if he was extremely disgusted by the Bureau of Investigation's poverty.

"To be honest, this is a win-win situation for me, both in terms of making up for the Bureau of Investigation's budget deficit and in terms of providing a safe way out for my family."

Logan finally admitted somewhat shyly, "I am willing to facilitate cooperation between the two sides."

Hoover had completely calmed down.

To ask whether he had considered using Logan to recruit the Irish gang would be obvious.
What was the purpose of his painstaking undercover work? Wasn't it to gain access to the mysterious channels behind the Chicago mob?
But in his plan, this step won't happen so quickly.

He even planned to assign Logan tasks that weren't directly related to the Irish gang.

I never expected this guy to be so sensible, bringing his own food to serve his country!
"Is that really what you think?" Hoover asked calmly.

Logan nodded firmly, "I genuinely believe this is a win-win plan!"

"You...you're quite good!"

Hoover finally smiled. "I am aided by the 'Sun,' as if..."

He paused for a moment.

"Like King Arthur with the help of the Knights of the Round Table?" Logan replied casually.

King Arthur is the most legendary and great king of ancient Britain, also known as the "Eternal King"!
The Knights of the Round Table were noble knights under King Arthur's command. When they accompanied King Arthur on his campaigns, they were brave and invincible. When there was no war, they would often sit together and discuss matters of state.

Most importantly, the Knights of the Round Table are symbols of "valor," "loyalty," and "trust."

Hoover clearly understood and laughed even more heartily.

What a thoughtful "sun"!
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(End of this chapter)