Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 140 The Special Walkie-Talkie

After receiving a signal from Mike, several officers rushed forward and boarded the back seat of the police car.

They wanted to pull Irving to the back row and outside the police car.

Embarrassingly, Irving was prepared for this, gripping the seat tightly with both hands.

No matter how the four people pulled, his body remained firmly planted under the seat, as stable as a mountain.

Mike stood outside being interviewed by several reporters. Although he looked very calm, he was actually extremely anxious inside.

Several minutes passed, and the group of companions still couldn't get Owen out of the police car.

Mike had no choice but to give a wink to the reporters he had contacted beforehand.

They wanted them to rush into the police car and take photos of Irving's arrest.

O'Neal and the others, who had been observing the situation from the sidelines, naturally noticed Mike's subtle actions.

Seeing that several reporters were about to rush around the police car, he immediately called several bodyguards to stand directly outside the car door.

They firmly kept several reporters who wanted to get on the bus at a safe distance.

"F**k!!" Mike cursed angrily as his plan was ruined.

The situation was clearly deadlocked.

Just then, the commotion in the underground parking garage attracted the attention of the security personnel at the Financial Center building.

Soon, several tall and burly security guards arrived.

Noticing a group of reporters interviewing state police, and with the scene in complete chaos, several security guards immediately reported the situation in the underground parking garage to their supervisor without hesitation.

Five minutes later.

Several Miami Police Department vehicles with flashing lights sped up.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, he immediately took over the scene.

Upon seeing that the other party had forcibly set up a cordon, they directly drove the group of reporters out of the underground parking garage.

Mike, the white police officer who was originally full of confidence and self-assurance, suddenly turned pale.

Several Miami Police Department officers approached and asked a few questions.

Although the other party showed no respect to Mike, immediately taking him to the police car and, without saying a word, directly asking Irving to get out.

Seeing that the other party was about to leave with Irving, Mike immediately became unhappy: "Hey, buddy, is this kid one of our investigation subjects?"

"Who are you investigating? Do you have an arrest warrant? What are the charges?" A black police officer from the Miami Police Department asked, his hand on his holster, his face full of arrogance.

"The arrest warrant hasn't been issued yet, but he's suspected of speeding—"

Before Mike could finish speaking, the black police officer immediately stepped forward, patted Mike on the shoulder, and whispered, "Listen, buddy, I'm giving you face by taking him away right now."

"Are you sure you want me to call your supervisor right now and ask if he's really going to arrest Ms. Catherine's people? And on this ridiculous speeding excuse?"

"Alright, I'll hand over the drivers of these two cars to you. If you have any questions, please contact our supervisor, or you can contact the mayor of Miami."

The black police officer glared at Mike with disdain, then turned and left with Irving.

Are you kidding me?

He might give some face if it were a federal agent like FB1.

When did state troopers become allowed to arrest people in downtown Miami? That's incredibly arrogant.

"Alright, I'll let this kid off the hook this time, but he won't be so lucky next time."

Seeing that the black police officer showed him no respect, Mike gave an awkward laugh and then slunk away with his companions.

Don't be fooled by the fact that their state police title sounds better than those of the Miami police officers.

But once a conflict arises, they feel they can't gain any advantage.

"Wait a minute." Just as the white state trooper Mike was about to leave, the black officer suddenly shouted, "Didn't we agree to catch speeding drivers? How could you forget about those two drivers?"

State Trooper Mike raised an eyebrow, turned around with a smile, but in his heart he had already cursed the other man countless times: "It's not that I forgot, I suddenly realized that I seemed to have misread the license plates. The vehicles that were speeding on the suburban highway earlier, it doesn't seem to be these two."

"Let's go, guys, unlock these handcuffs, let's go check out other places—"

Seeing the other party unlock the handcuffs and slink away, Irving finally breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he knew that the state troopers in the United States could be outrageous.

But I never expected it to be this outrageous.

They used to be able to arrest people openly and honestly, but now, after being mocked by Miami police officers, they can still find an excuse and leave without batting an eye.

This completely shattered Irving's understanding; he never imagined these state troopers could be so shameless.

Once it was confirmed that there was no one else in the underground parking garage, Irving, O'Neal, and their group were released.

"Sorry, were you scared just now?" The black police officer stepped forward and patted O'Neal on the shoulder, then looked at Irving and explained, "These state troopers are obviously suspicious. They must have taken some dirty money and are deliberately causing trouble. If you encounter something like this again, just contact us."

"I thought I was going to be on the front page tomorrow. Thank you for your help, sir, thank you so much." Faced with the other party's goodwill, Owen promptly expressed his gratitude.

O'Neal, who was standing to the side, also stepped forward to exchange pleasantries.

"Alright, enough with the formalities. I think we'll have a lot of opportunities to interact in the future. Let's have dinner together sometime. We have other things to do today, so we'll be leaving now."

After exchanging pleasantries, the Black police officer waved and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." Just as the other person was about to leave, O'Neal suddenly called out to him and then handed him a walkie-talkie that was clipped to his waist.

"What is this?" the black police officer asked, looking puzzled.

"Our security team uses walkie-talkies. If Ms. Catherine were to host a private party, she would notify us via the walkie-talkie... you know what I mean."

O'Neal leaned close to the black police officer and explained in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the latter raised his eyebrows, his face beaming with joy, and quickly put away the walkie-talkie.

After the other party left, the underground parking garage returned to calm. Irving got into his car and then curiously looked at O'Neal, asking, "A private party? What's that?"

"You haven't participated before?" O'Neal looked somewhat surprised when he heard Irving ask this.

"No," Irving replied truthfully.

Seeing that Irving didn't seem to be joking, O'Neill explained, "It's like this, as you should know, our esteemed mayor of Miami was brought up by Ms. Catherine."

This was not a coincidence. In order to consolidate her power, Ms. Catherine would hold private parties almost every month, inviting elites from all walks of life.

The walkie-talkies that were just distributed, although they appear to be walkie-talkies, actually conceal a special access control system inside.

Without access control, you can't get into a private party —

"I see." Owen nodded, suddenly understanding.

Then, as if he had just thought of something, he suddenly reached out to O'Neal: "Give me one of those walkie-talkies."