Law America, the Devil's Agent

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

In the darkness of the abandoned building, the air seemed to freeze.

Benny was stunned.

He revealed the inside story of the corruption scandal at Philadelphia General Hospital to Miles...

Link had never revealed a word of this decision to him before speaking.

He stared at Link's calm profile, momentarily lost in thought.

Miles works for the DEA, which is a federal law enforcement agency.

Most of the evidence they have regarding Philadelphia General Hospital so far was obtained through Los, Steve, and tonight's less-than-legitimate interrogation.

If it were just a simple exchange of benefits, that would be fine.

If you lay all these things out in front of a federal sheriff, wouldn't that be like walking into a trap?

Standing in the cold wind outside the abandoned building, Link's suit jacket fluttered slightly in the wind.

It seemed as if a storm was brewing.

But his expression showed no unease.

Why is he so confident? Why does he dare to tell him the truth so directly?

The reason lies in his eyes, which have subtly transformed into horizontal pupils—the "devil's eyes":

[Power-hungry Executive (Half-human, Half-demon):]

An executive officer walking through a dark city.

He spends most of his time in the hidden corners of the city, dealing with darkness and villains.

The wicked and distorted environment gradually corrupted him, and he began to become cunning and greedy.

He craved greater power and more gains, and sought to fuel his progress by drawing upon more darkness and villains.

If one continues to indulge in it, one will transform into a demon of power.

(Miles White:

This little-known lawyer gave me a big surprise.

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I had already investigated his background. Just a few weeks ago, he was an unknown nobody, but now he's had everything going for him and managed to uncover such a case.

Based on his previous successes and my intuition, this seemingly unbelievable large-scale corruption case doesn't seem like a pipe dream.

Damn it, if this is true, and if I manage to take it down, the credit and medals I get will be enough to get me promoted several ranks in one go.

Link saw all of this and chuckled inwardly.

Tonight's two demons hold no secrets from him.

The vulnerability and twisted nature of that "Rotten Maggot" named Holland Quix allowed me to quickly exploit his weakness.

And this power-hungry executive is unlikely to resist taking this potent medicine...

He would even desperately hope it was true.

"The Philadelphia General Hospital drug corruption case."

Miles squinted and chewed over the words again in his mouth:

"Link, you're a lawyer, you should know what you're talking about."

Every case needs a legal basis. Can you take responsibility for what you say?

"I dare to say this because I am confident, have evidence, and have facts."

The Holland I gave you is the starting point of this case.

Link waved his right arm, pointing towards the abandoned building next to him, and then sat down on two old chairs that Benny had brought over from the side.

Miles stared at him for a moment, then sat down opposite him.

"Go on."

Link leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on his knees, and his tone changed from relaxed to steady.

"I didn't know about the corruption network at Philadelphia General Hospital from the beginning; I only uncovered this clue through another case I was handling."

That case is the recent high-profile Philadelphia General Hospital serial killer case.

Miles nodded.

"I know that. The man you met at the disciplinary office today—Nathaniel Hawthorne."

He's become somewhat famous. I've also heard rumors that someone wants to kill him in prison.

However, the higher-ups are keeping a close eye on things lately, so no one dares to keep quiet or commit crimes, otherwise you wouldn't be seeing him today.

Link's gaze sharpened.

This news perfectly matches his previous deductions!

The hospital did want Hawthorne dead, but they didn't have the power to kill people at will in federal prisons.

He memorized the message and then snapped his fingers.

Benny understood and brought over a briefcase that he had prepared in advance.

turn on.

Inside were copies of abnormal drug inventory records provided by Steve, a copy of Nathaniel Hawthorne's whistleblower letter, and all of Holland Quix's confessions made in the abandoned building.

Link placed the three documents in front of Miles one by one.

Miles took the document and began to peruse it.

His expression changed from initial curiosity to seriousness, and from seriousness to silence.

After a long while, he slowly returned the documents to Link.

"Your evidence is very strong."

Such a criminal network does exist.

He paused, a bitter smile appearing on his lips:

"But I think you also know that the existence of such a network is not something that happens overnight."

Some things exist for a reason, and no one knows how deep the relationships are behind this network.

I fear there are taboos involved that I cannot violate.

"If they were really that powerful, Nathaniel Hawthorne would have been dead long ago."

He was shot in the back while in prison and committed suicide...

It would be far too easy for them to orchestrate the accidental death of a prisoner.

But they didn't.

They went to such lengths to design a serial murder trap, to fabricate evidence, to bribe Holland Quays, and to have Alan Morrison use psychiatric diagnoses to gradually destroy Hawthorne's psyche—

It's precisely because they lacked the ability to directly kill and eliminate my client.

Truly powerful and influential criminal networks don't need to go through all this trouble.

Their choice to use the most complicated method to eliminate a whistleblower can only mean one thing:

Their power is far less terrifying than you imagine. They're just a bunch of parasites hiding in hospital corridors, exploiting loopholes in the system to eke out a living.

Miles was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. He couldn't refute this analysis.

"But the Blood Hand Gang is different."

He raised his head, his gaze sharpening once more:

"I've reviewed the materials you gave me. The drug outflow chain at Philadelphia General Hospital ultimately involves distribution through the Blood Hands."

The Bloody Hands gang has deep roots in North Philadelphia and is linked to several local council members.

Their leader, Gerard, was a ruthless man with at least a dozen lives on his hands.

These aren't parasites hiding in the corridors; these are real beasts.

"You don't need to get involved in gang issues."

Link met his gaze, his voice steady but each word carrying a clear sense of boundaries:

"What I need is the Drug Enforcement Administration's support in initiating an investigation into the drug corruption case, and for you to attend my subsequent press conference as an official representative to endorse the legality of the investigation."

As for the Blood Hand Gang, I have my own plans.

Miles's brow twitched slightly upon hearing the words "has its own plans".

He looked at Link, as if reassessing the young man's worth.

A lawyer, facing a gang that even the DEA dares not easily provoke, says he "has his own plans"...

This Link has some power and background that he doesn't know about!

He didn't ask any further questions.

This is what he likes about Link, and also what makes him wary of him.

This lawyer always knows what to say and what not to say.

"Are you sure you don't need law enforcement intervention?"

"All I need is for you to show up at the last minute. You don't need to know what happens in between."

Miles was silent for a few seconds, then stood up and extended his hand.

"Attorney Link, you are truly amazing."

I will fully cooperate with the Narcotics Control Bureau on this case, as long as you require it.

But first you have to show me more evidence to make the case solid enough.

You know what I mean.

"Of course. You'll see."

Link took his hand.

Miles's hands were rough and strong, and holding them felt like holding a sun-heated stone.

The two looked at each other and smiled; there was no trust in that smile, only tacit understanding.

"I won't take Holland with me today, since it's all for our bigger goal anyway."

"I understand."

Miles waved his hand, turned, and got into the car. The black sedan drove away into the night, its taillights gradually disappearing at the end of the desolate streets of the industrial area.

Benny strode over to Link's side, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Team leader, does this mean we've received official support?"

"Sheriff Miles agreed so readily; it seems we have a very good chance of winning this countersuit."

Link shook his head.

"He only agreed verbally, Benny. Didn't you notice?"

He said, "I will do my best to cooperate whenever you need me"—this was a promise, but also a condition.

He will not provide any substantial law enforcement resources to support us at this stage.

He wants to see the evidence first, to see how far we can push this case.

If our evidence is solid enough to give him a glimpse of victory, he will jump on the bandwagon without hesitation.

But if we run into trouble along the way, he will not hesitate to withdraw all his promises.

Benny paused for a moment, then muttered a curse under his breath.

"This is reality."

What they want is credit, not risk.

We'll bear the risks ourselves, and share the credit with them.

—This is the best deal ever.

"So where do we go next? Back to the law firm?"

Link dusted off his hands and turned to walk towards the parking lot.

"Go to the church. First, get Nick Quix's belongings."

Then I went to the Bloodhands and took care of Gerard.

We can then fully unravel the cause of death of the first victim in this serial murder case.

If even one gap appears in the prosecution's chain of charges against Hawthorne, the entire chain of evidence will begin to collapse from within.

Benny quickly followed.

"But even Miles doesn't dare to touch the Bloodhands, so how are we going to deal with Gerard?"

That man is a gang leader; he has plenty of ruthless thugs under his command.

"To deal with gangs, you have to use their power."

Miles dared not touch them because of his position.

His move was a declaration of war by the forces of order against the entire underground gangs!

This would be a losing proposition for us, so we can use another set of rules.

He opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and waited until Benny was settled in the passenger seat before continuing his story:

"Do you remember which gang Los was in?"

"The South African gang. He's an outsider to the South African gang..."

Benny stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

He recalled the words spoken by the burly men who had helped Los kidnap Holland in the abandoned building…

"The Bloodhands have completely monopolized the black market north of Philadelphia, making it so we can barely afford to eat..."

"Chief, you mean their gang conflicts..."

"Exactly!"

Link snapped his fingers lightly.

"The casual complaints of those South African gangs should not be underestimated."

That was a gang whose living space had been squeezed out expressing genuine anger.

The Bloody Hands were able to monopolize the black market for drugs in North Philadelphia because they had established an exclusive partnership with Philadelphia General Hospital.

This monopoly inevitably comes at the expense of other gangs' businesses.

The South African contingent was one of the rivals that was squeezed out.

Benny muttered:

"This is where we can make the most of it."

"To be precise, it's a powder keg about to explode."

And we are the ones who ignite it.

Link responded with a smile, then made a phone call, instructing Los to make proper arrangements for Holland and also giving instructions on arranging a meeting with the South African group.

Benny then got him into the car parked nearby and stepped on the gas.

The car drove through the empty industrial area and headed towards the old town.

The night wind blew in through the cracks in the car window, making Link's black hair dance wildly.

……

A few days later, in the South Side of Philadelphia.

The South African gang's headquarters were not in the kind of underground casino or abandoned warehouse that Benny imagined.

It is hidden in an inconspicuous four-story commercial building.

The first floor houses a legitimate freight forwarding company, the second floor is the office of an import and export trading company, and the real core area is on the third floor and above.

From the outside, this place looks no different from any other small or medium-sized trading company in Philadelphia.

A receptionist in a suit, a business license hanging on the wall, green plants in the corridor...

The only difference was that everyone who came in and out carried a certain old-school gangster-like aura.

Los walked in front and pushed open the door to the second-floor conference room.

A lean man in a dark gray suit stood up from behind the conference table.

He was probably in his early fifties, with his hair shaved very short, revealing an old scar on the back of his head.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a low-key but valuable Rolex on his wrist.

His posture was relaxed, but as relaxed as a leopard basking in the sun.

—Ready to pounce at any time.

"Mr. Mankla, this is Mr. Link, whom I mentioned. He is a lawyer and also a businessman with good connections."

Los introduced himself respectfully.

The black man raised an eyebrow, but without asking his purpose, he simply said in his hoarse voice:

"Please sit down."

Link stepped forward and sat down across from the conference table.

His posture was as relaxed as that of the leader of Mankla opposite him, with his hands folded on the table and his gaze sweeping around the conference room.

Finally, the focus shifted to an organizational chart hanging on the wall behind the leader.

The organizational chart was arranged by hierarchy and departments, with the head of each branch and their scope of business marked. Below, thin lines connected the reporting relationships between the various departments, and there were several annotations circled in red next to it.

The entire diagram looks no different from the management structure diagram of any medium-sized enterprise.

But his gaze didn't linger on the impressive reporting relationships and department names; instead, it moved directly to the bottom of the page—

The room was covered with handwritten annotations, some of which were bolded and underlined. The numbers closest to the underline made Link's expression freeze slightly.

[Business Thinking - Expert Level. Activated.]

This was the ability he received from Samuel.

The entire chart was quickly reinterpreted before his eyes. The revenue data for each branch was arranged into two sets of comparative sequences, indicating the trends within the same time period.

A branch that once held a significant share of the entire network has seen its revenue curve decline continuously over the past few quarters!

The inflection point of each downward curve coincides precisely with the point at which Blood Hands' market share in the corresponding drug category increases.

Market share is being eroded, profits are being squeezed, cash flow is tight, and while the cost structure remains unchanged, revenue continues to shrink.

Any business school professor who sees this chart will immediately give a diagnosis:

This company is being systematically strangled by its competitors.

"Mr. Mankla".

Link shifted his gaze from the surroundings back to the face of the South African gang leader, and said casually:

"I'm here today to discuss a business deal with you. A deal that can help you resolve your current predicament."

Mankla leaned back in her chair and pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses with two fingers.

His movements were refined, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, as if he had been slightly offended.

"We South Africans have been in Philadelphia for decades, we've done all sorts of business. We've seen all kinds of people."

"Then I'll be frank."

Link leaned forward slightly, his fingertips lightly tapping on an unfolded map on the table—

That's a map showing the distribution of gang influence in North Philadelphia.

The Blood Hand Gang's territory is marked in red, while the South African Gang's territory is marked in blue.

There are several overlapping areas at the boundary between the two, and one of these overlapping areas is located near several of the Blood Hand Gang's largest drug distribution points.

"Your pharmaceutical distribution network in North Philadelphia has been devoured by the Blood Hands gang in recent years, with more than half of it being taken over."

The main reason is that they have an exclusive partnership with Philadelphia General Hospital, which allows them to obtain controlled prescription drugs at prices several times lower than the market price.

You can only source goods from non-hospital channels, and the cost is more than double theirs.

Your cash flow is deteriorating at an irreversible rate, and your market share is being lost every quarter.

If this continues, your market share in the entire Northern region will be completely eroded in no time.

Mankla fell silent immediately.

The only sound in the office was the low-frequency hum of the old-fashioned air conditioner in the corner.

Then he took off his glasses, placed them on the table, and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"You're a lawyer, why are you talking to me about this?"

"Because Philadelphia General Hospital is also my enemy."

What I want to do and what you need to do are exactly the same thing—

Completely cut off the Blood Hand Gang's drug supply chain from the hospitals.

What you lack is distribution channels; what the Blood Hands Gang lacks is rivals.

What I lack is someone who can pull Gerard off the poker table within the gang's rules of the game.

He stretched out his hand, which hovered above the conference table, his fingers long and steady:

"You have enough incentive to deal with the Blood Hands Gang, and I have enough legal resources to help you get your business back on track after the gang conflict ends."

We each get what we need.