Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 252 For Justice
At eight o'clock in the morning, Tommy, who had just finished his morning run and a shower, came down from the Four Seasons Hotel suite to the restaurant to enjoy breakfast. Without any surprise, he saw Stephen sitting at a dining table, with two beautiful Cuban girls with honey-colored skin sitting opposite him. Come to think of it, how could a rich man who came to Miami for a tour miss those Cuban girls who were as sweet as flowing honey.
Chatting up and hunting for beautiful Cuban girls has almost become a must-do activity for wealthy American men from other places when they travel to Miami, Florida.
However, after observing how the two women were dressed, Tommy felt that Stephen might not succeed. This bastard's method of picking up girls was simple and crude, but it only worked on women who liked money.
Stephen was dressed in British style. He ate breakfast in a gentle manner while telling the two women about his views on life: "I have been thinking about the philosophical questions about life. You know, girls, our lives can only have this moment now. Past experiences are like the annual rings hidden in the trunk of an oak tree, hidden in the memories of our brains. Only some scattered fragments are left. You can only piece together the past in your brain, but never expect the real yesterday to reappear. It's like when we cut down an old oak tree, we don't want to know what it has experienced in the past. We can only look at those rings and fantasize."
After saying this, he put a small piece of local honey bread into his mouth, and then he saw Tommy walking towards him. Before the two women were still thinking about this deep question and didn't notice Tommy coming , Stephen gave Tommy a look that said "get away and don't affect my charm."
The waiter came over with a menu and asked Tommy politely, "Sir, are you one?"
At this time, the two women beside Stephen also turned their heads to look at Tommy. Stephen's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Tommy finally chose to sit at a table two tables away from Stephen and nodded to the waiter: "Yes, alone."
“I think what you said makes sense.” A young girl retracted her gaze and first gave Stephen a positive response. She nodded seriously and said to Stephen appreciatively, “Yesterday can never be repeated.”
"And the future is also nothing." Stephen got the girl's affirmation and raised his voice a little: "Think about it, the future is unknown. Maybe you want to be a poet in the future, and I want to be a philosopher in the future, but this is just our beautiful fantasy. God knows whether it can come true. Accidents will happen at every moment and will change our fantasies. What if a tsunami breaks out in Florida today, and we happen to be sitting in this seaside hotel restaurant at this moment, then no matter how beautiful the future is, it will only be a bubble, and it will only be worthy of being the eulogy of the priest when we are buried, and there will never be a chance to realize it. Accidents may happen at every moment, so we must live in the present, enjoy ourselves in time, and don't waste every second of the present. Ladies and gentlemen, I heard from the hotel waiter that there is a beach volleyball four-person team competition on the beach today. We just need to find another lucky man to form a team and set off. The champion will get the right to use the best sea view suite at the Four Seasons Hotel for a whole night. Of course, the runner-up doesn't matter. I promise that we can still get the championship prize..."
Tommy listened to Stephen's chattering and ordered the food. Sure enough, as he expected, when he finished ordering the food, the two girls refused Stephen without much hesitation, then got up and left in the direction of the hall.
"What went wrong? This approach always works in Los Angeles. It was going well when I sat in front of them and chatted with them. But why did they leave?" Stephen came over with his coffee and tray, sat down opposite Tommy, and said unhappily.
Tommy waited for the waiter to bring him coffee. He first slowly added sugar cubes and stirred it. Seeing Stephen still staring at him questioningly, he said regretfully, "If I remember correctly, your words about enjoying life while it lasts should be plagiarized from me. Although I am not original, I forgot which books I borrowed from, but it does not prevent me from questioning you now. You plagiarized my lines for chatting up girls, and then you didn't succeed and came to ask me what went wrong?"
"What else?" Stephen put the bread into his mouth. "Don't you know that Belt specially wrote down your words in a notebook? If he didn't think the words were too long, he would have wanted to tattoo it on his chest. Until now, he still doesn't believe that you, a poor guy from the White Robe Society, didn't spend a penny, but relied on a bunch of sweet talk to make his beautiful girlfriend from the Department of Literature, who originally wanted to participate in the annual American Lover Beauty Pageant of the Phoenix Association, break up with him and become a stamp collecting queen who lives for instant gratification. The idiots under your White Robe Society have had in-depth exchanges with her, and they even sent us a photo of them, which completely ruined his hope of relying on that woman to compete for the title of American Lover."
Stephen dropped out of Stanford before he could become the leader of the Stanford branch of the Order of the Phoenix. Unlike Tommy, who completed his four years at Stanford and completed his promotion within the fraternity, Stephen was actually glad that he dropped out of school early when he heard his classmate Belt talk about Tommy's methods of fighting the Order of the Phoenix after graduation, otherwise the bastard would never let him go.
Belt cannot meet Tommy, even though they have all graduated and have Stephen as their best friend. In Belt's words, as soon as he saw Tommy, he had the urge to shoot Tommy with a gun, just because they were in the same class. The Order of the Phoenix has always been suppressed by the White Robe Society. Tommy obviously had a beautiful girlfriend named Ottilia at that time, but he still flirted with his girlfriend, whom he had specially pursued. Even though Tommy succeeded in flirting with her and he slept with her, Belt was not so angry. No, this idiot fed that girl from the literature department a bunch of bullshit theories about living life to the fullest, and then that girl became so wild, more open-minded than the sluts in the Blonde Society, and as a result, she became the first to fall for those bastards from the White Robe Society under Tommy.
When the members of the SSD White Robe Society awarded the outgoing president Tommy Hawke with an honorary commemorative rope and solemnly bid farewell to the outgoing president of the White Robe Society as he bid farewell to his college life, the new and old brothers of the Phoenix Society pressed him to the floor, drew a swastika of JJ on his forehead, and made him attend the graduation ceremony with that symbol on his head, just to thank the Phoenix Society for achieving the achievement of being the second largest fraternity in Stanford for two consecutive years under the leadership of Bert Feinstein.
But Belt had to admit that he later used Tommy's trick to seduce beautiful girls majoring in philosophy or literature and he was always successful. He then passed the trick on to Stephen, who also used it several times in Los Angeles with excellent results. Unexpectedly, it failed in Miami.
"First, you can tell from the way those two girls are dressed that they are locals. They just came to the hotel to wait for their friends and pick up their friends for activities. One of them was wearing a Patek Philippe 1951 classic minute repeater ladies watch. I gave it to Sophia as a birthday present. It cost about 27,000 yuan. Do you think a girl who has a down payment on a sports car on her wrist would be tempted by staying in a sea view suite for one night?" Tommy took a sip of his coffee and said in a relaxed tone:
"Second, you're too impatient. When I was at Stanford, I didn't just pick up girls over breakfast. In order to mess up Belt's plan, I spent two weeks creating chance encounters with his girlfriend. And we didn't talk about love, we just talked about life, and made her accept the bullshit theory that life is about enjoying life while it lasts. If you want to brainwash someone, you have to do it slowly and imperceptibly, not like you, who talks about life with a sanctimonious look one second, and the next second you wish they could take off their clothes and go to the beach with you to have fun."
"You are not suitable for this. Did you notice the celebrity magazine in the girl's hand when she left? The girl was wearing the same clothes as the cover actress. You should directly say, girls, I am a well-known producer in Hollywood. I have worked closely with many actresses. I especially want to mention the cover actress. Then call your director and pretend to be surprised and say that you were on vacation in Miami and met two girls who are very suitable for the new movie. Please ask the company to send them a formal letter to invite them to an interview, with air tickets and accommodation included. Then ask the girls' addresses and phone numbers to tell the director, and kindly remind him to pay attention to privacy. , you can leave your public address, then hang up, say a few polite words, leave your business card, introduce a few words about the new movie, and leave. Let your subordinates take care of the rest. I guarantee that the two girls will definitely not be able to resist their curiosity at night, and will come to you to talk about the script, have a few drinks, and talk about their wealth. When everyone is slightly drunk, you can remind them again, did you see the handwritten Arabic number 20 on your business card before? That is your understanding of film art. It is used to confirm whether they have enough artistic depth. Believe me, the more literary or cold women look, the more open they will be to men after a few more drinks. "
"You often get girls drunk? You sound quite experienced." Stephen asked doubtfully after hearing Tommy's words to chat up girls.
Tommy shook his head. "No, it was Otilia. One time, her friend's winery sent her some red wine, which tasted very good. Then Otilia drank a few more glasses."
“What happens next?” Stephen asked.
Tommy smacked his lips in aftertaste. "Afterwards... I felt like a juice-squeezing succubus possessed her. The next day at noon, I was lying in bed and called my personal trainer to ask for three days off."
"Remember to ask Otilia to call her friends and send some of the same red wine to my house." After listening to the gossip, Stephen turned his face and said, "So, why the hell are you sitting here instead of filming a variety show? Go get some work, and don't forget that you signed a performance contract! Unless you are going to tell some more stories that interest me."
"I'm waiting for Paige." Tommy said while eating breakfast, "Without him, the subsequent plot will lack climax."
Stephen thought about the name Paige and asked, "Your old bodyguard? What did he do for you?"
Tommy swallowed the food in his mouth and said righteously: "It's not to help me, it's for justice."
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Patraka is the county seat of Putnam County, Florida.
This is a city smaller than Warwick, Rhode Island, with only about 8,000 people in the entire city. It is also the city with the lowest income level in Florida. If it weren't for the large American conglomerate Koch Corporation building its paper mill here, providing jobs for nearly 2,000 citizens, this place might have gone bankrupt and dissolved many years ago.
Paige bit his pipe as he drove a 60% new family car along the highway into the small town. He held the steering wheel with one hand and looked around blankly. At the same time, he asked the other end of the phone, "Are you sure they live here? I don't have much time. If I can't find them, I'll only have enough time to deal with you."
After getting a positive answer, Page parked the car in a residential parking lot in the North District. He first took out an honorary sheriff's badge and put it on his waist. Then he opened the car door and got out. According to the address provided on the phone, he walked towards an old and dilapidated house with a lawn that had not been mowed for a long time. He stood in front of the door and rang the doorbell twice. Finding that the doorbell was broken, he knocked on the door panel:
"Hello?"
Ten seconds later, an old but alert voice sounded from inside: "Who's outside?"
"Paige Lott, the honorary chief of the Long Beach Police Department, would like to visit you to discuss the murders of Brian Parker and Ginny Parker." Paige responded in the skillful tone of a police officer visiting a door.
After hearing this, the room fell silent. A few seconds later, the door opened and an old man with white hair and a hunched back looked at Paige: "Excuse me, is there any news about my son's case?"
Without waiting for Paige to answer, as if he was afraid that his hopes would be dashed, he turned his head and shouted loudly: "Rachel, Rachel! It's the police. Brian and the others have finally made some progress in their case!"
Soon, an equally old woman appeared in the living room, trembling, and looked at Paige outside the door with cloudy eyes, with disbelief and shock.
"I'm sorry, but there has been no progress in the case filed by the two of you against the Miami City Council regarding the murder of Brian Parker and Ginny Parker by a felon on vacation." Paige's voice was emotionless, extinguishing the little spark of hope in the eyes of the old couple.
The old couple had a son named Brian Parker, who died two years ago at the age of 31. He worked as an umbrella salesman in Miami. They had a gentle wife named Ginny Parker, who also died two years ago at the age of 26. Both of them died in a home robbery. The criminal was a criminal who had been sentenced to life imprisonment for killing a child. However, because of the pilot program for furloughing serious criminals promoted by Rosario Kennedy in the Miami City Council at the time, this guy who should have been on the electric chair long ago was able to enjoy the humanitarian spirit of America towards criminals.
He got a chance to move around after being released from prison, and then unfortunately, the Bryan couple met him, became his target, and were brutally murdered. Fortunately, their son happened to be on summer vacation at the time and was sent to his grandparents' home in Patraka for vacation, so he escaped.
Although the criminal was caught and sent back to prison with two more life sentences, and the trial vacation program was quickly cancelled, the Bryan couple could not survive.
This elderly couple who lived in Patkala took the Miami City Council to court in grief, but unfortunately, there was no movement after they filed the lawsuit. The state court replied that the case was always being scheduled, and they did not have the money to hire a strong lawyer to help them advance the case. It's not that they haven't tried. They found some big lawyers who said that if they got compensation, most of the money could be used to pay the attorney fees and the rest could be donated. They don't want money, they just want someone to pay for the death of their son's family.
But no lawyer was interested. Some lawyers told them that the chances of winning this lawsuit were too low. After all, the city government had countless excuses. For example, the city council members who initiated the bill were elected by the people of Miami. If they sued the city council, the city council members would say that they were speaking for the people and that this was the decision of all the people of Miami. If the state court ruled that the city council lost the case, no one knew whether those council members would be punished, but those council members could definitely incite public opinion and get all the people to attack the state judge. I'm afraid that judge would never be able to make a living in Florida again.
Hearing that Page was not here to report the progress of the state court, the old man changed his expression and looked up and down at the police badge on Page's waist and his numb face: "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to inform you." Page took a puff of tobacco from his pipe and said calmly, "If you want to sue a member of the House of Representatives, you may have to personally deliver the lawsuit to the U.S. Supreme Court in Washington, but I don't think you have the money to go to Washington."
"Are you here to laugh at us? What do you mean?" The old woman walked to her husband's side and held his shoulders. The couple supported each other and used each other's bodies to get strength to support themselves.
"Mrs. Parker, you don't look like you have any obvious features, but if my information is correct, you should have some Jewish ancestry." Paige took the pipe out of his mouth and looked at the old woman.
The old woman stared at Page and said impatiently, "Is America going to massacre the Jews too? Are you going to take me to a concentration camp?"
"No, on the contrary, can you invite me in, pour me a cup of coffee, and listen to my story?" Page pointed to the coffee pot in the living room with his pipe and said to the two, "Or, I will leave now, and you will continue to stand in this small town, helplessly watching the murderer of your son board a plane to Washington and be promoted to a member of the House of Representatives ."
