Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 126 Return of Investment
This chapter's subtitle: Sin City Series 3
While Mr. Herbert Pulitzer was mumbling in silence, our Master Yuan was in a small room that was not too dark in the New York Metropolitan Police Department, and he was sleeping soundly on the table.
In fact, the treatment he received was much better than he imagined.
After entering the police station, he was neither locked up in a dirty, dark little room nor put into handcuffs weighing dozens of kilograms, and he didn't even change into prison uniforms.
He was merely searched thoroughly, and of course his wallet, cigarettes, matches, pens, belt, shoelaces, anything that could be used to commit suicide were taken away.
Finally, he was locked up in this interrogation room which had only one small window but was definitely clean.
The old man was still complaining in his heart that this interrogation room was so backward that it didn't even have a two-way mirror.
What’s even more strange is that a serious criminal like Yuan Yanshu was left in there for several hours without anyone coming in to interrogate him.
Although there were two federal agents standing at the door, our Master Yuan had a strange dream last night. He didn't sleep well at all, so he dozed off.
“Squeak.”
The door opened and Mr. John McCall, with a serious face, walked in accompanied by a senior police officer.
He looked at the snoring Yuan Yanshu and said to the two plainclothes detectives in a stern voice, "I'm sorry, please leave for a moment. I want to talk to my client alone."
The younger agent also said sternly, "No, no one can talk to this Chinese man without the order of our leader."
"Humph!" Mr. McCall snorted coldly, "Is this still the United States? Even if you are the BOI, you cannot deprive my client of his legal rights!"
The young agent retorted, "Do you know what your client did? The Wall Street explosion! Do you think we'll let you talk to him right now?"
John protested, "Let me remind you that my client is still a suspect and the court has not convicted him. What you said makes me doubt your legal literacy. Do you really have the qualifications to enforce the law?"
The young man was a little angry, and said with his neck stiff, "It is not your turn as a small lawyer to manage the affairs of our investigation bureau. In short, no one can talk to him without the authorization of our boss..."
"Okay, okay, just say less." The older agent was also more mature, and he stopped his companion from losing his temper.
He turned around and said in a gentle tone: "We are only following orders. If you want to be alone with this Chinese man, you must get the consent of our leader."
John didn't waste any more words with the two guys. He said to the senior police officer next to him: "Mr. Rick, I didn't know that your NYPD now directly obeys the BOI."
"Ahem. Well... Mr. McCall, don't be impatient." Mr. Rick, who was a little fat and had some hair loss, coughed dryly and said to the two detectives, "We in the NYPD are the most law-abiding. You know, meeting with a lawyer is the basic right of the suspect. Even if you are the BOI, you can't violate the law, right?"
The young agent said firmly, "Our boss said that you are not allowed to see her."
Officer Rick's face turned green, and he said in a cold voice: "In that case, I have no choice but to ask you to leave. Is there anyone here? Two people come in!"
Following his order, two NYPD officers in uniform walked in.
"you……"
The young man was about to speak, but the experienced agent immediately stopped him and stepped forward and said, "In that case, let's go ask for instructions, okay?"
The senior police officer returned to his harmless state, smiled and nodded, "That's fine too."
The two federal agents looked at each other and nodded, "Okay, wait a moment."
With that, the young man hurriedly left the interrogation room.
John did not wake up his client, but pulled Officer Rick to a corner and said in a low voice: "Mr. Rick, my grandfather has always been very supportive of the NYPD. And those insurance policies are..."
Before he could finish his words, the other party said, "Mr. McCall, I am very grateful for Mr. Kingsley's care."
The second-generation rich man asked directly: "Then please tell me, what is the current situation of this case? Who is leading this case, is it you NYPD and the district attorney, or the Bureau of Investigation and the federal prosecutor?"
"This question..." Officer Rick hesitated for a moment before slowly answering, "It's very complicated, so we are currently studying it..."
"Beep, beep, this system is issuing an urgent temporary mission: Vice City Series 3: On the loose."
"Mission content: The host must escape unscathed."
"Mission Rewards: Qualifiers (pending, this mission allows the host to obtain unlimited qualifiers), Cards (pending, this mission allows the host to obtain cards that directly increase the six-dimensional index)."
" Penalty for failure: None."
"No penalty for failure? Master Ball, real or fake?"
"Host, there is indeed no penalty for failure. However, once you are convicted, this system will automatically disengage and return."
Yuan Yan suddenly understood that if she was convicted, she would definitely be hanged. This broken system would naturally leave her, which meant...returning (tai) to (jian).
He was so frightened by the horrific scene that he broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly woke up.
Master Yuan looked around and twisted his leg hard to make sure he was not dreaming. He smiled bitterly and greeted his lawyer, "John, you are here..."
Before the trial even started, his lawyer arrived.
In fact, he was also wondering, oh, it seems that I, a Seres villain... well, a 50-cent man, have judged the gentlemen of the United States with my heart? Even in 1920, their judicial system still adheres to procedures.
Mr. McCall took out a document directly from his bag and said, "Neo, let's sign the agency agreement first."
In fact, the few hours he was away from his client were not wasted, but he got a lot of things done.
John McCall's father was also a great lawyer. He was not a defense lawyer who went to court to fight lawsuits, but an expert in studying various legal documents. Otherwise, he would not have married the daughter of the president of New York Life Insurance Company.
Of course, even if he didn't appear in court and only studied the contract, his father was an old master in the legal field. After he learned about this from the phone, he was also happy for his son.
This kid is so lucky. He has finally got the big job. He has gotten such a big case before his debut. It’s the right time for him to become famous.
What else is there to say? He immediately mobilized all the resources at his disposal. Of course, this father was not doing this for that Chinese man, but for his own precious son!
So, our Master Yuan got his money back by burning the check for $5,000.
