America? No, it's the warp!

The drinker glanced at it, smacked his lips, took a sip of the pumpkin wine on the table, and then slumped back down.

The smells in the bar were too complex, with strong alcohol smells, cocoa smells, malt smells, fruit smells, and so on, making it impossible to distinguish them clearly.

"Logan, this..."

Stephen waved and greeted them.

Deputy Director Zane looked grim and remained silent, his eyebrows furrowed.

Once Logan was seated opposite him, he spoke without warning:

"Have you seen the new waiter I hired outside?"

"I saw it."

"She was one of the victims Stephen found at the downtown lame gang hideout. All three of them were illegal immigrants, and the other two are still receiving treatment and psychological counseling in the hospital."

The deputy director's expression grew increasingly grim as he looked at the awkward Latina woman.

"I've seen the photos you found at the villa in Queen Anne's Quarter. There are many more victims like this."

Logan looked him in the eyes, waiting for him to continue.

"Regarding these girls, we have photographic evidence to convict Teteren, but it will take some time to get them to testify in court. As for the jade robbery, you found the physical evidence in the villa, but we still need witnesses."

As Deputy Chief Zane's words became clearer, Logan sensed that the other party was now fully willing to use some of the privileges afforded to American police officers.

Logan glanced at Stephen, who nodded, indicating that he should continue listening.

"Tren is a heinous criminal, and he will eventually go to prison, no matter how it happens."

Judging from the harm he caused, the sooner the better.

Therefore, our police department has been trying to find a breakthrough by investigating the four main perpetrators of the robbery, hoping to get them to change the mastermind to Terren, so that we can send him to prison earlier and continue the trial for the subsequent charges.

But these black guys are completely unresponsive to our police methods; they're determined to take the blame.

Logan smiled; he had finally waited for this moment.

Since the Seattle police weren't doing their job, he had to take matters into his own hands to get these black men to change their stories.

Having watched many Hong Kong films, he has a deep understanding of interrogation techniques.

"So, you want me to go and make them change their tune?"

Director Zane nodded:

"That's right. In the eyes of the Crippled Gang, you are a member of the Blood Gang. We police won't do things that we can't do, but gang members can. So you can use this identity to threaten them. I think you understand the specifics."

"Sure, but I have one condition."

Stephen's expression suddenly tightened. When he talked about this with the director, he subconsciously ignored the cooperative relationship between the two parties. He really regarded Logan as a friend and colleague.

It was only then that he realized that Logan was not a policeman, not a gang member, but just an ordinary citizen with a sense of justice.

But he also has some extraordinary qualities; he is very skilled and has great strength.

What kind of demands will he make?

Will this cross the line with the police?

Zain wasn't surprised; the two sides had always had a cooperative relationship.

Initially, Logan requested cooperation, as he had already contributed significantly to the capture of the robbery's ringleader, and the cooperative relationship had become stable and equal.

Now that I need their help, I naturally have to offer something in return.

Taking down Teren was a mutually beneficial deal for both sides, and this cannot be considered a reward.

As long as the request doesn't cross the line for the police, it can be granted.

"I want mead, give me three cups!"

After waiting for five seconds without hearing any other calls for the ball, Stephen blankly spoke:

"That's it? Just three glasses of mead?"

"Isn't that enough? I can only have three glasses, any more and I'll be overdoing it on sugar."

Logan explained.

"Hahaha~"

Chief Zain stood up and laughed.

"Okay! I'll go pour you some wine right away."

The gloom on his face had mostly faded.

"Sometimes I think, maybe you really are a morally upright person, rather than a gang outsourced member who hangs out on the streets."

"Can't I be both?"

Logan threw the question back at him.

Chief Zain did not answer, but left only one sentence:

"From what I can see, you certainly are!"

Stephen recovered his senses:

"Oh! I see! You didn't want any payment at all!"

Logan rolled his eyes:

"If I wait a few more days, even if Chief Zane doesn't contact me, I'll have to go to him to interrogate these black guys. I've wanted Teren in jail for a long time."

So what kind of compensation do you want?

Let's trick him into drinking some alcohol.

Stephen nodded and gave Logan a thumbs-up, praising the virtue.

Logan had considered making demands, but his cooperation with the police was different from his cooperation with Eddie.

The partnership with Eddie will eventually break down, and when it does, they will be irreconcilable enemies.

Therefore, from the very beginning, there was no need to maintain appearances for either party or to preserve the relationship.

But cooperating with the police is different; no matter what he does in the future, procedural relationships will always be indispensable.

Moreover, Chief Zane and Stephen are both good American police officers who follow the Emperor's truth and are people worth getting to know. Even without a working relationship, Logan would be willing to make such friends.

Rather than making an inappropriate request now, it's better to leave it for later and let the other party feel indebted to you. This way, if you need them in the future but are not in a cooperative relationship, it will be much easier to negotiate.

Three cups of honey were served, their sweet aroma already masking the smell of alcohol in the pub.

Logan downed the glass in one gulp.

"After I finish this drink, I can interrogate those black guys, but I need your cooperation."

"Of course, we can provide you with whatever you need, as long as you can get them all to change their tune."

Director Zain promised that he would allow any means to be used in the face of evil.

In America, achieving justice is incredibly difficult, and the era of fully following procedures is over.

After finishing the rest of his drink, Roger went to the police station with two policemen, with Stephen driving the car.

Upon arriving at the police station, as he requested, the station prepared four interrogation rooms and ordered that the air conditioning be turned down to its lowest setting, with the vents pointing directly at the black man's chair.

He then had someone buy the worst-tasting civet coffee from the street vendors. It might actually contain civets; the smell was extremely pungent, and absolutely no one could drink it.

First, let them be exposed to cold wind for two hours, so that their bodies begin to feel the cold, and the shivering will gradually spread to their minds.

Once enough time has passed, serve each of them a cup of coffee that tastes like cat poop.

This cup of coffee is like a light in the darkness, a plank floating in the ocean, a lifeline.

Every black man eagerly took a bite, only to immediately spit it out.

The light goes out when you get close, and the wooden board breaks when you touch it.

What's more terrifying than despair is the despair that follows a brief period of hope.

This is where Logan comes in.