Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 139 Online Question: What to do if the performance goes wrong?

"Sir, are you sure you're not joking?" Seeing the other man pull out silver handcuffs and walk over, Owen didn't feel panicked about being arrested; he just felt a sense of absurdity.

From the pawn shop to the Miami Financial Center Tower, even though he was sitting in the back, Irving was certain they weren't speeding.

Given this, it is obvious that the other party deliberately wanted to arrest him.

If I'm not mistaken, it's probably Lehman Pictures' doing again.

"Hey, quiet down, kids!" The lead white officer slowly walked over, ignoring Irving and the others' questions, and handcuffed O'Neal.

"Sir, I advise you to think this through. We weren't speeding! If we arrest Owen, we'll definitely report you to your superiors!"

"Shut up! Put your hands up and don't move, or I'll smash your dog head in!"

As soon as the white police officer finished speaking, the other bodyguards standing to the side immediately showed anger.

One of the bodyguards instinctively reached for his gun.

Seeing this, the white police officer decisively drew his gun and pointed it at the bodyguard's shiny black forehead. "Hands up! If you pull out a gun, I have the right to shoot you!"

"Hey, calm down, everyone. Don't resist. Looks like we've hit the jackpot today." Seeing the bodyguards' resentful expressions, O'Neill quickly smiled and reassured them, "Anyway, we're innocent. Miss Catherine will hire the best lawyers, and they'll definitely pay for this when they get out!"

O'Neal wore a smug smile, but his body obediently complied.

There's no way around it; in America, no matter which police officer comes to your door, everyone's first reaction is to raise their hands and remain motionless.

Because any extra movement you make, even something as simple as pulling up your pants or picking up your phone, will be interpreted by these police officers as drawing a gun.

If anyone dares to move around and is deemed by the police to be reaching for a gun, then regardless of whether they actually did reach for a gun, the police have a legitimate reason to shoot.

Even if the wrong person is killed, there is no need to bear too much responsibility.

So, if you encounter a police officer in the United States, just cooperate obediently.

If they arrest the wrong person, they will naturally release you. At that time, you can hire a lawyer. Generally, as long as it is confirmed that you were arrested by mistake, the police station will have to pay a considerable settlement.

"Fuck you, you want compensation? Don't even dream about it, you niggers!" Seeing that O'Neal was quite adept at getting compensation after arresting the wrong person, a police officer immediately cursed, his face instantly turning ugly.

"Hey, sir, I'm warning you, this is racism! I'm definitely going to report you to your superiors!" Owen frowned and spoke up immediately.

Unexpectedly, the officer turned and glared at Owen, "What's it to you? You Asian! Say another word and I'll deport you back to Asia!"

Seeing the other party's arrogance, Irving was so angry he laughed.

"Do you know, sir, you've gotten yourself into big trouble because you're not only discriminating against us Black people, but you're also discriminating against Chinese people."

O'Neal, standing nearby, shook his head with a smile and remarked, "In half an hour... no, at most twenty minutes, you'll know the consequences. Hopefully, when your manager calls to yell at you, it won't affect your career."

After finishing his sentence, O'Neal looked at Irving with a questioning expression.

Seeing Irving nod, he quietly pressed the alarm button on the walkie-talkie in his pocket.

After doing all this, O'Neal and the others cooperated fully with the officers, lying on the car to be searched.

Several police officers pretended to search for a while, then began to stall for time after removing the sidearms from O'Neal and his men.

Upon seeing a group of reporters rushing towards the entrance of the underground parking garage, Irving suddenly realized why the state troopers had been dragging their feet while saying they were going to arrest him and his group.

"Sir, I must remind you that my employer, Mr. Owen, is now a famous movie star in Miami."

Seeing the swarm of reporters rushing towards him, O'Neill looked at the white officer in the lead with a serious expression and solemnly warned, "If my client, my employer, suffers reputational damage because of your arrest, Ms. Catherine's lawyers will definitely bankrupt your police department once you get out."

I said the first half of the sentence was a statement of warning, but the second half was a blatant threat.

However, the white police officer had clearly anticipated the consequences, shrugging his shoulders and looking completely indifferent.

Seeing this, Oniton immediately looked anxious, leaned close to Irving, and whispered, "Mr. Irving, you have to think of something. If so many reporters really photograph you being arrested by these state troopers, things will get really serious!"

"The fans and audiences outside don't care about the truth. All they know is that you, a newcomer who just became famous, broke the law and got arrested. This will definitely be a huge blow to the movie's box office —"

"I know, but I'm already handcuffed and can't resist—" Owen frowned, then sighed unconsciously.

Just then, he noticed a police officer cheerfully driving up in a police car that flashed red and blue lights.

It's unclear whether the police car is going to take some people upstairs or just serve as a backdrop for the reporters to take better pictures.

As the police car drew closer, a brilliant idea suddenly flashed into Irving's mind.

He signaled to O'Neal and the others to provide cover, and as soon as the police car came to a stop and the officers straightened their clothes to prepare for the interview, Irving rushed forward, opened the police car door, and ran straight into the back seat, curling up in a corner.

"Hey Mike!! That guy jumped into the police car!"

The white police officer was fixing his hair when he heard his colleague say that and was immediately dumbfounded.

Several police officers rushed into the police car, trying to pull Irving out and expose him to the reporters' cameras.

However, since the police car was a seven-seater SUV, the back seat space was quite cramped. The two large and heavy police officers could only hold onto Irving's clothes and couldn't squeeze into the back seat at all.

"F**K, you bunch of trash!!" White officer Mike cursed, preparing to pull his colleague away and take matters into his own hands.

Unexpectedly, a group of reporters had already surrounded them.

Click—click—

Listening to the constant clicking of camera shutters and watching the flashing lights all around him, Mike froze in place, his smile stiff.

"Hello, Officer Mike, we've received information that you just arrested a recently popular celebrity actor. Is that true?"

"It's true." Mike straightened his chest slightly and nodded.

"Where is he? If it's convenient, could you please tell me the actor's name?"

"Sorry, this involves the case, and we can't disclose it," Mike replied with a forced smile, barely suppressing the urge to curse.

At the same time, he gave a wink to several colleagues, signaling them to quickly pull Irving down.

Are you kidding me?!

They took so much money just to ruin Kyrie Irving's reputation.

Now that everything has been done, but the reporters still can't get a clear picture of my face... then all that acting before was for nothing!