You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

In the audiovisual conference room of the Department of Internal Affairs (IA) at Seattle Police Department headquarters.

The heavy blackout curtains completely blocked out the sunlight, and the room was dark, with only the huge projection screen on the wall emitting a pale light.

On the screen, footage from a law enforcement recorder is being played in a first-person perspective.

The screen shook violently, accompanied by heavy breathing, followed by a loud bang as the door was kicked open.

In front of the camera, a broad figure holding a shotgun takes a step to the side, aiming the muzzle at a black man whose head has just peeked out from behind the mattress.

"Bang!!!"

Deafening gunshots rang out from the conference room's speakers.

In the video, the black man's head explodes instantly, and red and white material covers the opposite wall.

"Pause. Freeze here."

The head of the internal affairs department, sitting at the head of the conference table, waved his hand impatiently.

The investigator in charge of the playback immediately pressed the pause button, and the image froze on the gruesome headless corpse.

Four or five key investigators from the Ministry of the Interior were seated around the long table, including Stone, who had always disliked Lyon.

"Look at what they've done."

The head of the internal affairs department leaned back in his swivel chair, rubbing his temples vigorously with both hands. His eyes were bloodshot, and his eye bags were so heavy they looked like two weights.

Since midnight last night, his personal cell phone has been ringing off the hook, almost exploding with calls.

The people who called him were all local veteran sheriffs, sergeants, and inspectors from the vicinity of 12th Street in the West Side, and even a few powerful figures from the vice squad.

These people and he are all in the same boat.

He regularly accepted bribes from these people, and was specifically responsible for suppressing their excessive enforcement of the law, extortion, and other corrupt practices within the Ministry of the Interior, acting as their protector.

Last night, Leon, along with ACU, uprooted this group's cash cow and arrested Fatty Z, the core member of the gang who supplied them with money. It's also said that Vance interrogated the fat man alone in a police car.

Those local police officers were now in a panic. They told him on the phone that if he didn't quickly take action to subdue Lyon and get that damn fat gangster out, they would be finished if the fat guy started biting people.

He had no doubt that if he did nothing, those corrupt cops facing decades in prison would definitely sign witness agreements and betray him, the head of the Department of Internal Affairs, so that they would all line up to go to federal prison.

Therefore, he had to stop Lyon and turn the evidence in Vance's hands into a pile of waste paper.

"Sir, I don't think I need to explain any further. This is textbook example of excessive force."

Stone sat beside him, watching the frozen image, looking somewhat excited.

Previously, when he went to investigate Lyon, his supervisor scolded him for "having a powerful figure protecting him" and told him to pretend he was blind.

As a result, early this morning, the supervisor personally gathered them together and began to meticulously examine frame by frame the body camera footage from last night's ACU (Audio Corps).

"Officer Vance used a 12-gauge shotgun and fired directly at the suspect's head from a distance of less than three meters."

"This is a complete violation of the police department's guidelines for the use of force. He didn't even try to shoot the torso to incapacitate him; this is tantamount to execution!" Stone said, pointing at the screen.

"That's right, not only that."

Another investigator opened the file in his hand and continued the conversation:

"We just reviewed the scene briefing submitted by the 12th Street Patrol."

"Although there were no security cameras in the nightclub, and ACU refused to provide the video footage from that period, according to the testimonies of several detained gamblers and prostitutes..."

"Vance lifted the suspect, Fatty Z, up and slammed him to the ground without posing any lethal threat, broke his nose, and caused him to bleed internally."

"This is serious police brutality!"

"And that so-called search warrant."

Stone became more and more excited as he spoke, his fingers tapping loudly on the table:

"In the middle of the night, a group of plainclothes special agents with a fire inspection form kicked down the door of a nightclub? This is an abuse of administrative loopholes to circumvent the Fourth Amendment."

"We can directly invoke the fruit of the poisonous tree principle to accuse them of all the testimonies obtained in this nightclub."

All evidence is invalid!

"Once we file charges, this case must go to court, and Vance will have to be investigated!"

"Yes! There are even more outrageous ones!"

The investigator holding the briefing added:

"The patrol officers on the perimeter reported that after Vance took the suspect out of the nightclub, he did not hand him over to the patrol team. Instead, he kicked the two guards out of the car, closed the door, and interrogated the fat man alone for five minutes without a lawyer present or any video recording!"

"This is a serious violation of interrogation procedures!"

The supervisor's eyes gradually lit up as he listened to his subordinates' cacophony of reports.

"Okay, very good."