What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

Hall suddenly became agitated, grabbing Gordon's trouser leg as if it were his last straw.

"I only signed a few papers! I've never even seen them! Detective Gordon! I'm innocent! I was forced into it!"

Gordon kicked Hall's hand away in disgust.

"innocent?"

He looked at the man weeping bitterly in front of him and felt nothing but utter absurdity.

Sign a few words.

It can cause dozens, or even hundreds, of lives to vanish from this world like smoke.

This is the arrogance of power.

This is the truth about this city.

Li Ang stood aside, observing coldly.

The data stream on the system panel was jumping wildly.

As Hall confessed, one by one, the names hidden in the shadows were revealed.

Behind each name lies a huge amount of "experience points" and "magic points".

This is a huge net.

Hall, however, was merely a fat spider in this web.

Right now, this spider is desperately biting its own kind in order to survive.

"Isn't it interesting?"

Li Ang suddenly spoke.

Gordon turned and looked at him.

"What?"

"Look at him."

Li Ang pointed to Hall on the ground.

"Just now he thought he was the master of this city, a god who set the rules."

"Now, he's just a pig waiting to be slaughtered."

"Strip him of his expensive suit and his senator title, and he's no different from the homeless people he sold off."

"even......"

Li Ang paused, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"His flesh might even stink a little more than a homeless person's."

Gordon did not speak.

He couldn't refute it.

"Is the recording enough?" Li Ang asked.

Gordon glanced at the tape recorder in his hand.

The tape is still spinning, recording all this evil.

That's enough.

"That's good."

Li Ang nodded.

"The rest is up to you, Detective Gordon."

"What?" Gordon was taken aback. "You...aren't you taking him away?"

"Why take him away?"

Li Ang shrugged.

"What use would we have for this pig? Keeping it would just waste food on it."

"Moreover, only the legal trash can is suitable for this kind of trash."

As he spoke, he waved towards the darkness in the distance.

Jack and his men, like a group of black ghosts, silently withdrew from every corner.

They took all the spent cartridges, all the weapons, and even cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground.

Apart from the corpses lying on the ground.

That was the "evidence" left for Gordon.

"etc!"

Gordon watched as Li Ang turned to leave and instinctively called out to him.

"Who are you? Why are you helping me?"

Li Ang stopped in his tracks.

He didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand with his back to Gordon.

"I already said that."

"A kind-hearted citizen."

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared completely into the intricate shadows of the garbage mountain, like a drop of ink merging into the ocean.

Gordon stood there, looking at the empty junkyard.

Only a few powerful searchlights continued to shine tirelessly, illuminating the mess on the ground.

And there was that senator who was sprawled on the ground, still sobbing uncontrollably.

Gordon took a deep breath.

He turned off the tape recorder, carefully took out the cassette tape, and put it into his inner pocket.

Then he took out handcuffs and walked toward Hall.

"Congressman Hall."

"You're under arrest."

Li Ang sat in the dilapidated Dodge, watching the sirens of police cars gradually fade into the distance above the junkyard.

Victor was driving, his hands still trembling slightly.

"Boss, are we just going to hand him over to Gordon like this?"

Victor glanced at Li Ang, who was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed, through the rearview mirror.

"That's a senator... what if he turns around and bites back..."

"He can't bite us."

Li Ang closed his eyes and rhythmically tapped his knees with his fingers.

"All he can think about now is how to make a deal with the prosecutor and how to save his own life."

"and......"

Li Ang opened his eyes, a faint glint of light flashing deep within his pupils.

"Gordon is the one standing in the spotlight."

"We are just spectators."

The system interface unfolded on his retina.

Side Quest Completed: The Mastermind

[Task Evaluation: Perfect. You successfully used the power of the rules to push a high-level "demonic cultivator" into the abyss, using someone else to do your dirty work—the true nature of the demonic path.]

[Reward Settlement: Free Attribute Points +2, Magic Points +50]

[Gained new title: Trader (Beginner)]

[Mastermind: When you are strategizing behind the scenes, your insight into the situation increases by 10%, and the movement efficiency of all your pieces increases by 10%.]

Li Ang looked at the attribute panel with satisfaction.

With his mental strength enhanced once again, his sense of control over his surroundings became even clearer.

He could feel the pulse of the entire city beating in his senses.

Now, however, that pulse has begun to become disordered because of Hall's capture.

"Back to base."

Li Ang said calmly.

"The real show is just beginning."

......

City Police Department.

Four o'clock in the morning.

When Gordon led the filthy, handcuffed Congressman Hall into the hall, the officers on duty looked as if they had seen an alien.

That important figure, who usually appears impeccably dressed on television, now looks like a drunkard just pulled out of a sewer.

"My God... is that Representative Hall?"

"Has Gordon gone mad?"

Whispers buzzed in the air like flies.

Gordon ignored everyone's gaze.

He walked straight to the interrogation room and left Hall to two dumbfounded officers.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him commit suicide, and don't let him see anyone."

Gordon's voice was hoarse, but full of undeniable authority.

"Except for me."

After saying that, he turned and walked toward the director's office.

He knew a storm was brewing.

Chief Miller was woken up by a phone call.

When he rushed to the police station in his pajamas, he found the entrance already packed with reporters.

I don't know who leaked the news.

"Shocking! Senator suspected of serial murders!"

"The dirty deals behind the Sacred Heart Charity!"

"Detective Gordon apprehends a killer late at night!"

Long lenses and short lenses blocked the entrance, and the flashes of light turned the night into day.

Miller felt his blood pressure soaring.

He pushed open the office door and saw Gordon sitting in his chair, holding a cigarette but not lighting it.

On the table was the old tape recorder and a newly printed statement.

"What did you do?"

Miller roared, spitting all over Gordon's face.

"Do you even know what you've done?!"

"You kidnapped a senator! Without any arrest warrant!"

"This is political suicide! No, this is murder! Are you trying to drag the entire police department down with you?!"

Gordon calmly raised his head and looked at his furious boss.

"Listen to this."

He pressed the play button on the recorder.

Hall's tearful confession echoed through the office.

About organs, about trafficking, about those vanished homeless people.

Miller's roar came to an abrupt halt.

His face changed from red to white, and then from white to green.

He slumped onto the sofa, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He knew it was over.

The lid was lifted.

This is no longer a question of whether it can be suppressed.

This is a question of who will be killed in the explosion.

"This statement..." Miller said, pointing tremblingly at the documents on the table.

"I've already sent it to the FBI and the state attorney general."

Gordon said calmly.

"I also gave a copy to the reporters at the entrance."

Miller suddenly looked up and stared intently at Gordon.

"you......"

"I had no choice, boss."

Gordon stood up and crumpled the unlit cigarette in the ashtray.

"If I don't do this, this statement will disappear before dawn."

"And I will die in some unknown stinking ditch."

"Now, the whole world knows."