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But that’s no longer the case.

The two congressmen and the attorney general methodically went through all the documents, picked up the ID card and compared it with Fisk.

The gray-haired attorney general said as if he was joking: "Mr. St. Wilson Grant Fisk, could you please smile?" His words made people laugh, but his tone was extremely serious, as if it were really the case.

Fisk smiled shyly.

Combined with the expression on the ID card.

The Attorney General nodded and handed the ID card back to Medlen.

Then he turned his head and looked at Chief George, and said, "Let him go, Mr. George." He did not call George Chief, but Mr.

"What?" Chief George frowned. He did not yell or make a scene, but said calmly, "According to the law, even if he is not Wilson Grant Fisk, I have the right to detain him for forty-eight hours."

"What's the reason?"

"I suspect he is related to Wilson Grant Fisk and would like to ask him to come back to investigate."

"This reason is not sufficient. You can't just pick up an ordinary citizen on the street and arrest him just because you suspect he is related to a criminal!" The Attorney General's momentum was even more powerful than Medlen's shouting and suppressing power. "We are a free and democratic society. Everything must be done according to the law. Did Mr. Fisk resist the arrest?"

"...No!" Director George was silent for a moment and told the truth.

"During the arrest process, did he provide his identification in accordance with the law?"

"Yes!"

"Why didn't you conduct a careful inspection?"

silence.

All the police were silent.

"I suspect that you have mixed personal emotions into the process of law enforcement. I suspect that you hate the rich. I suspect that you have racial discrimination!" The Attorney General took a look at Fisk's skin color and said as if to make up for it: "Discrimination against rich white people!"

Seeing that he was about to continue speaking, Chief George said, "Open the handcuffs and anklets!"

The police looked at each other and finally did as he said.

Fisk moved his wrist which was a little painful from being strangled, smiled at Gwen, walked up to Chief George, bent down, and looked him in the eye at close range: "And my driver, Mr. Chief... tell our lawyer Murdoch that the war begins now!"

Only he and Chief George could hear the following sentence.

Chapter 70 Ms. Reporter, can you tell me now?

"Sorry, Gwen, it looks like we can't continue with today's parent-teacher meeting!" Fisk's tone was full of apology, and his face was full of gentleness towards Gwen. His tone was as gentle as cotton that would never get angry.

He glanced at the strange looks coming from the people around him.

The kind smile was still on his face.

Gwen nodded somewhat disappointedly, "It's okay, Mr. Fisk, I can do it alone!"

"Feel sorry!"

Got in the car.

Ena Maynard pressed her gun permit against the glass and raised her middle finger at the police outside the window: "Damn cop!"

Then he stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the campus.

Medellen drove a Mercedes and followed closely behind.

Just like a follower.

The two cars drove back to Hell's Kitchen one after the other.

After getting out of the car, the smile on Fisk's face disappeared.

Madlen came running over happily.

"Mr. Fisk, I'm sorry, I seem to be a little late, just now! But fortunately I made it in time, please forgive me!"

"Lawyer Medlen, next time I hope you can get here faster."

Fisk held a Coke in his hand and poured it into his mouth in big gulps, staring at Medlen with a cold look, "Next time, I hope you can get to the scene within ten minutes!"

"Understood, Mr. Fisk!"

"In addition, I need a larger team of lawyers." Fisk looked at the Hell's Kitchen in front of him, "A larger team of lawyers than the one in the Simpson case, more professional, and more deadly!"

Madlen was stunned.

She pursed her lips with a somewhat nervous expression, "Mr. Fisk, this may be a little expensive... Of course, I know that with Mr. Fisk's strength..."

Fisk shrugged and looked up at his watch. "Come back in thirty-two hours to move the money. Remember to drive a bigger car!"

"I see, Mr. Fisk." Medlen immediately licked his lips excitedly. "Mr. Fisk, I'll go back and gather some people. I have many friends who are all very good lawyers. I'll call them when I get back."

"Wait a minute!" Fisk stopped him, reached out from under the cushion and pulled out an envelope containing a thick stack of US dollars, and then took out a document.

This file contains the innocent record of "Mr. Pickles".

It included a CD containing recordings of phone calls between drug dealers.

Some surveillance footage of police brutality.

And the financial statements of the black money transactions between the 74th Precinct of New York and the Mexicans.

A few days ago.

The 29th Precinct in New York seized more than 500 kilograms of cocaine through cross-community law enforcement, but the 74th Precinct, which has jurisdiction over the area, did not respond at all.

It was not until the police from the 29th Precinct arrested the drugs and the drug dealers that the police from the 74th Precinct arrived belatedly at the scene to clean up the mess, which caused dissatisfaction among some lawmakers.

They have called in the city council to cut funding for police stations and reduce police officers' salaries as punishment for their inaction.

This aroused opposition from almost all police stations.

But they understand that they are indeed in the wrong.

Things like police accepting bribes are actually very common in New York.

In fact, the illegal money collected by most police stations is higher than their salaries.

However, one's own money and public money are two different things.

No one wants to see less money going into their pocket.

Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents.

The 74th Precinct did not want to become the target of public criticism.

Forced to find their partners, the Mexicans, they staged a self-torture tactic, trying to find an American with no background and no criminal record to be a scapegoat.

Mr. Pickles thus became the scapegoat.

The brown paper bag contained all the evidence.

As long as this piece of evidence is produced, not only will Mr. Peakes be cleared of all charges, but the corrupt police officers of the 74th Police Station will also be punished severely by federal law.

But... this document is fake.

Fisk forged it.

He also pretended to be the drug lord in that document.

He claimed that the delivered goods were purchased by himself, hoping to inherit the Irish drug business.

The purpose is to fish.

Mr. Pickles is a drug dealer.

Fisk handed this document to Medellin so openly just to get it into the hands of lawyer Mark Murdoch.

As for whether he believes it or not...someone once said that if you tell lies all the time, then there is a high probability that you will be found out. But if seven parts are true and three parts are false, then who except yourself can immediately tell which part is true and which part is false?

Moreover.

Mr. Murdoch must need a victory now to boost his morale.

At the same time, boost the morale of your allies.

Medellen looked at the documents sent by Fisk with some doubts.

He didn't know why.

"Go to the bank and open a safe deposit box in your name!

Save this document.

Remember, don’t lose it.”

"Understood, Mr. Fisk."

Medellen got in his Mercedes and left Hell's Kitchen.

Fisk went to church.

He needs to talk to Sister Maria.