I impersonated God in America

"Besides that, how much follow-up material do you have? Bring it all out; I feel like we could make a whole series about it."

He looked at Pacco's face.

The other person didn't laugh.

"you are not happy?"

Weber leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped together on his stomach.

I know what you're thinking.

“I can tell you, Estein is finished. This morning in the judge’s office, he was confirmed to be ineligible for bail. Do you know what that means? You know, in the federal system, ineligibility for bail usually only applies to two types of people.”

“Terrorists and people who may threaten national security.”

He picked up the coffee cup, glanced at the dried coffee stains at the bottom, and put it down again.

"His companies have all been frozen, and everyone is starting to cut their losses. This is a clear signal."

"All the relationships he used to protect himself in the past have now been used to issue statements supporting the investigation."

"All of it! Do you understand what that means?"

"Someone wants him dead."

He lowered his voice a little.

"Now that he's finished, we need to be the first to step on him! Stomp on him hard!"

"We're a small newspaper, this is a great opportunity for us to get some exposure!"

"I've always seen your hard work, and you did a great job this time..."

Parker stood still, ignoring Weber's subsequent praise.

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Brooklyn Federal Detention Center.

In the meeting room, Estein was now dressed in the classic American orange jumpsuit.

Meanwhile, the lawyer opposite him was sitting there with a serious expression on his face.

He kept flipping through a document in his hand, then told the person in front of him the result without looking up.

Bail was denied.

"What does it mean?"

"Bail denied. How much more detailed do you need to be? Or would you like to see the federal judge's signature?"

The lawyer pushed the documents in front of him.

Estein stared at the documents in front of him, lost in thought.

Bail denied.

He naturally understood the meaning behind those four words.

Who submitted the materials?

"The judge cited a wide range of materials, including not only the flow of funds offshore, but also some archival fragments from that manor."

As Estein listened to the lawyer, he suddenly sat up straight.

"Make me a few phone calls."

The lawyer didn't move, but merely glanced at Estein.

“I know what you mean, but I guess almost everyone you contacted has already issued a statement.”

Estein clenched his fist.

He understood; those guys were all making statements, they wanted to distance themselves from him.

Then he turned his gaze to the phone in front of him.

As if mocking his powerlessness, the prison was completely indifferent to his actions.

Memories flooded my mind.

His former partners, his community of shared interests...

He picked up the phone and started calling them one by one.

The first call ended automatically.

The second call was blocked.

For the third call, please switch to voice message.

The fourth passage.

The fifth passage.

……

Estein's eyes turned bloodshot, and his tone suddenly became agitated.

"F*** it, do these guys really not remember anything from the past?"

The lawyer standing nearby just watched this guy vent, and even felt a little amused.

The only reason he came to meet him was so that his potential future boss wouldn't think he was too opportunistic.

Fortunately, my resume is impressive enough that I had a backup plan in advance.

After Estein vented his anger, fear truly began to creep in.

He doesn't want to die.

He knew the pain those girls suffered when they died.

He didn't want to...

Suddenly, a mysterious figure flashed through Eistan's mind.

It was a party at a private villa on the Upper East Side of Manhattan with no signage, where he was brought there by some important person to make an appearance.

The party was very open, but a man was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, seemingly resting.

The other person seemed completely out of place in the lewd atmosphere, not even touching a glass of wine.

To be honest, he had no idea why the other person had come to the party.

Even if it's not for [specific reason], you can't just enjoy watching others [do something], right?

But his years of experience and intuition told him that the other person's demeanor was unlike that of an ordinary important figure.

So he went over to them.

Surprisingly, the two hit it off and the other person casually brought up their own health...

It was originally just a casual remark.

After he came into contact with the other party's waiter, he thought about his own human resources.

Isn't he lucky? He actually has some in stock? Maybe he can use this opportunity to get in touch with a big shot?

After all, those Jianmin are like wheat in a field; he can get as many as he wants by showing them small favors.

Such opportunities are rare.

So he provided the other person with a compatible heart.

Then he got it.

A code name.

A promise.

At that moment, Estein didn't notice that he was looking down at the handcuffs on his wrists.

As if grasping at the last straw, his lips moved silently, repeating the same name.

【shepherd】

He dialed the phone with trembling hands.

"Dudu."

"Hello? This is Estádio..."

"Dudu."

"fxxk!"

Chapter Eleven: It is common knowledge that being shot six times in the back constitutes suicide.

"Mr. Estein, I'm truly grateful to you lately..."

"Sir, your claypot rice has arrived..."

Estein listened to the compliments that people around him were saying to him.

Then he looked down at the expensive suit he was wearing.

I knew it was all a dream.

But the next moment he realized that if he wanted to respond to the other person, he couldn't open his mouth at all.

Something was stuck in his throat, getting tighter and tighter.

The tie had somehow transformed into a venomous snake, completely constricting his neck.

【housekeeper】

I can't breathe.

He tried to call the butler, but the butler was giving him a strange smile.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

No! It's not a dream!

All that could be seen was an eye hovering above him.

A prisoner is putting a cloth rope around his neck. He can feel the roughness of the cloth rubbing against his skin.

Suddenly he could feel the other end of the rope being tightened rapidly. Estein tried to speak for help, but he couldn't.

He could only frantically dig and pry at the rope with his fingers.

But all efforts were in vain; nothing could stop the rope from tightening.

He was about to get up when the prisoner in front of him pressed his knee down hard on his chest.

His kneecaps were pressed against the center of his sternum, and with each breath he took, his knees sank a little further down.

The air in the room was decreasing, and time was being stretched out.

He could sense that his vision was getting darker and darker.

Even someone as clueless as Eistan could guess the origins of the assassin before him.

These bastards actually planned to kill me!

Just as the darkness was about to engulf him at the last moment.

The hand loosened its grip slightly.

Heh heh...

Estein arched his back, like a drowning person surfacing, as air entered his lungs.

cough cough.

His face was covered in tears and snot, but he didn't bother to wipe it away; he just desperately inhaled air into his lungs.

Normally, these prisoners can't get close to him at all; they're like a passerby on the roadside.

But at this moment, he wore a fawning smile.

"Excuse me, could you...?"

Then he heard a voice.