America? No, it's the warp!

Same scene, different circumstances.

Terren sat in the interrogation chair with his hands cuffed.

It seems he entered the police station as a suspect or a criminal.

Sure enough, no matter how arrogant he was, he couldn't just swagger into the police station.

After all, there are police officers who don't fall for the gang's tactics. They can use the pretext of gang members trespassing on the police station to shoot and kill them on the spot.

Logan closed the door, which was unlocked, and sat down in the seat where the deputy director had once sat; there were no other seats available.

"How about it? I picked a good spot, right?"

Teren grinned and said,

"Here, you don't have to worry about me having someone sabotage you."

"You don't need to worry that I'll suddenly beat you up."

Teren was instantly choked by Logan's words, his lips drooping, reverting to the annoying look he had last seen.

"Enough with the small talk, what do you need me for?"

Logan didn't bother arguing with him; he wasn't worthy of his attention.

Teren took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"Do you know that in the past few days, a total of seven of my underlings have been arrested by the police?"

A person was walking down the street when they were arrested by the police.

I sent two people out to scout out the Blood Gang, and then they disappeared without a trace.

Finally, my four brothers who were hiding in the underpass didn't call me all morning to report their situation.

Logan decided to play dumb for now.

"So what? What does this have to do with me? I'm not a policeman, I'm just a homeless man."

"These three times are all related to you, or rather, all related to that store, and you just happened to have become a security guard at that store."

Logan didn't reply because the other party hadn't made their point clear.

Teren could only put it more bluntly:

"The first one is one of the main culprits in the jade robbery case."

The second two were the people I sent to scout out that store.

Of the last four, one was the ringleader of the robbery, and the other was a bodyguard I had assigned.

"So? Even if I managed to get a security job at that store by sheer luck, what does that have to do with me?"

Play dumb to the very end.

Logan leaned back in his chair, looking completely indifferent.

If Teren hadn't done his research beforehand, he really wouldn't have imagined that this cowardly guy whose wife was stolen would be involved in all this.

"You're a veteran, the leader of the Blood Gang, and Eddie is also a veteran, and he's the owner of that store."

Before the robbery, you were a homeless man who couldn't even afford a tent on the street. In the blink of an eye, you became a security guard at Yezi's specialty store.

Although I've never looked for a job before, I'm familiar with the work processes in the United States. Someone like you without even identification information would have a hard time getting a job easily.

Logan snorted and retorted decisively.

"You're just making wild guesses. There are so many veterans, you can find a lot of them in any military-themed bar. Do you think I'm friends with them all?"

Furthermore, I was able to get the job because the store needed an experienced security guard who could handle more unexpected situations, and I perfectly met the requirements.

Teren curled his lip; he couldn't deny the guy's arrogance, but he had found out more than just that.

"I also have some informants in the waterfall park."

Someone told me that you have close ties with a minor leader of the Blood Gang.

Furthermore, someone saw you, a white man, entering and exiting the Central Bar, a place that only served Black people.

After being exposed, Logan didn't panic at all; he had been pretending to be stupid all along.

They're just teasing an idiot.

"Fine, just assume I have some connection with the Blood Gang boss, so what?"

Finally, the other party admitted it, and the conversation could move on to the next step. Teren nodded slightly, thinking that it was really because he had dug up the other party's information that the other party had no choice but to admit it.

"You know, the Crippled Gang and the Blood Gang have never gotten along."

That robbery was just a trigger; our struggles have never stopped.

I don't care whether your involvement in the arrest of those underlings is related to you. My purpose in contacting you is to prevent you from interfering in our struggle against the Blood Gang.

Don't care? You're kidding!

If you didn't care, would you still specifically come to find him?

This guy definitely believes he's connected to his underlings' arrest!

But what gives him the right to make such a demand?

Thinking about this, Logan almost laughed in exasperation.

Eddie had to give up 6% of the shares to get Eddie's help, and he had to make some recordings to keep the chief out of trouble.

This black man offered neither benefits nor leverage; he simply made his demands without any basis.

On what grounds?

Is it because he's too weak to run, or because he's dark-skinned?

Logan chuckled twice and voiced his utterly perplexing question:

"Why shouldn't I get involved?"

Teren had anticipated this, and he calmly unlocked the handcuffs with his key and laid his hands out on the table.

"Look, this police station is like an amusement park for me. You know, the chief has a secret relationship with us. Since you're cooperating with the Blood Gang, I think he might very well frame you for disturbing the peace."

Furthermore, if you listen to me, after this matter is settled, I can return your house, your veteran's pension, and Esme to you.

A threat that is neither painful nor effective, a bargaining chip that is not tempting at all.

Logan has already hooked up with the deputy chief. Just let that fat pig chief die on the sidelines. If he dares to frame someone, the police station will receive a tip from an anonymous concerned citizen within an hour, and everyone in Seattle will know that the chief is having an affair with the Cripples.

The house and veteran's benefits were originally his. As for Esme, she's just a bitch who's been played by a black man. He wouldn't even consider paying her.

"snort!"

Logan leaned forward and met Teren's eyes.

"What's the point of threatening me with that fat pig? I'll be frank, I'm not afraid of him at all."

And you're using something that rightfully belongs to me to make me agree to your demands? Isn't that a bit ridiculous? If you don't give it to me, I'll just go and get it myself.

Also, don't think I don't know your two henchmen are here to see me.

With his true colors revealed, Terren's face darkened, and he asked one last question:

"Are you really going to go all the way against the crippled gang?"

Logan stood up without replying, leaving only a cold laugh.

Upon opening the interrogation room door, Stephen, who was waiting at the entrance, immediately stepped forward and asked:

"How was it? He didn't make a move, did he?"

"Of course he wouldn't dare. Also, I think his negotiation with me was just a side thing; he was probably mainly there to get into the police station and find out what was going on from his underlings."

Stephen nodded in agreement.

"Then I'll release him now."

"No! Let him stay in the interrogation room a little longer. Find two policemen to talk to him and stall for time."

Logan glanced at the time:

1:35

"Then, we'll deploy two teams of officers to arrest the mastermind behind the jade robbery in the city center."

"receive!"