America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM...

Chapter 161, Section 160: Almost Died of Anger and Fright

Hundreds of people were drawn to the video in front of the Santa Barbara Police Department.

The same situation was playing out on the left, right, and back of the police station, completely surrounding the Santa Barbara Police Department.

The attention of many passersby who were unaware of the situation was also drawn to it, and the number of people on site has now exceeded two thousand.

In the footage, the door is violently pushed open, and more than a dozen police officers, led by Tom Schneider, burst in. Their voices and appearances are clearly visible and audible.

"Attention everyone, proceed with the pre-arranged search. This is Michael Jackson's bedroom, his most private place, and it must contain evidence of his crimes."

"Hilder, what are you doing! How are you going to find evidence like this? Smash it, cut it open, there's probably that disgusting thing that black guy is hiding inside."

Crack!

Whoosh!

Stab it!

The first floor was quickly destroyed. Tom Schneider went up to Mike's collection room on the second floor and saw the exquisite collection on display. A sinister smile immediately appeared on his face, and his expression was clearly captured.

bump!bump!bump!

Toy, open it!

Smash the figurines!

Records and CDs, break them apart and crush them!

Comic books, torn to shreds!

"Uh, sir, as you requested, we haven't found any evidence related to child molestation. If we continue searching, we'll just have to smash the walls down."

"Well... never mind then. It seems there really isn't one here. Jackson must have hidden it somewhere else."

"After all, with that case in 1993, this pedophile must have been more vigilant and wouldn't have made it easy for us to find evidence."

Finally, the group of police officers were no different from robbers; they were so shameless that they practically demolished the house before finally ending the search.

The video ends here, but the screening doesn't. Eric will have it played on a loop to humiliate and pressure these shameless bastards.

After watching the video, the crowd immediately turned their angry gazes toward Tom Schneider and several police officers not far away, all of whom had participated in this heinous act.

The reporters were the first to react, grabbing microphones and cameras and rushing over, afraid the other party would run away.

Led by them, the crowd rushed over as well. The people who had been hired were now filled with rage, and their angry roars nearly shattered the windows of the police station.

"Prosecutor Schneider, is the content of the video authentic?"

What is the police's explanation for this?

"FUCK! What a bunch of robbers!"

Several police officers instinctively reached for their waists, only to realize they weren't carrying guns. But what good would it do to have them in this situation? Who would dare to fire!

Tom Schneider was so frightened that he turned pale and his mind went blank. He was quickly carried into the police station and the doors were locked.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The knocking and banging on the door continued, and Brown Howard ran over with a group of people.

"What happened? What's going on? Weren't you supposed to calm the public down?"

But Tom Schneider was speechless, his mind blank, with only the thought of his political career coming to an end.

After such a huge scandal, forget about using being a prosecutor as a stepping stone to run for parliament.

In order to quell public anger, give the public an explanation, and for the sake of votes, the municipal government will definitely remove him from his post.

If that's not enough, he'll be taken to court and eventually imprisoned.

These police officers are better off; at least they have a reason to claim they were acting under orders and had no choice in the matter. They will definitely be investigated and punished, but the punishment will be lighter.

After listening to his subordinates' report and looking at the many figures outside through the glass, Brown Howard suddenly felt a splitting headache.

With such a big incident happening, my career will also be affected. This is only my second year as the bureau chief, how could I be so unlucky!

His anger was barely contained; he pointed at Tom Schneider and roared, "You bastard! Are you trying to kill us? Get out! Get him out of my sight!"

Several police officers hurriedly dragged the man away. Brown Howard, sweat beading on his forehead, frantically tried to think of a solution.

"Chief, this can't go on. Should we use some means to disperse them? Like tear gas?" a captain suggested.

However, he was immediately met with the director's look of disbelief, as if he were an idiot.

"Are you out of your mind? There's a right time to use force. We're already worse than the Soviets. Do you want us to become like the Afghans?"

The captain who made the suggestion immediately cowered like an ostrich, and Brown Howard angrily demanded, "Think of something quick! Does anyone have a reliable solution?"

After a pause, a deputy director hesitantly spoke up: "Director, I think we should let Michael Jackson handle this. Only he can quell these people's anger and at least get through this crisis."

"Yes, Jackson, Jackson, only he can do it now."

The group rushed to the interrogation room, where they could faintly hear roars from outside.

Michael looked outside curiously: "There seems to be some noise. It sounds quite loud."

Messerio didn't know what Eric had done, but he knew that the commotion must have been caused by that young man.

He patted Mike on the back and comforted him, saying, "It's okay, we'll be out soon."

At that moment, the interrogation room door was pushed open, and Brown Howard walked in.

Unlike his earlier anger, his face was now full of smiles and apologies, making him look exactly like Ochumelov.

Just as he just said, we have become Soviet citizens.

He gestured for the police inside to leave, and Brown Howard smiled as he introduced himself: "Hello Mr. Jackson, I am Brown Howard, the police chief of Santa Barbara, and also a fan of yours."

"Your trembling is amazing. I even went to the Dangerous Journey concert back then, it's such a wonderful memory."

Mike stared at the other person with a bewildered look, his mind filled with questions. What was going on?

He hesitated before saying, "Hello, Chief Brown, thank you for your support, but now doesn't seem like the time to talk about these things."

"Of course, of course, I know. I'm here to inform you that the questioning is over and you can leave the police station and go home."

Upon hearing this, Michael looked at the lawyer beside him, Messerio, who asked, "So what was the result? My client has been detained for over ten hours; there has to be a result."

Brown Howard smiled and said, "Of course, no problem. There is no evidence that Mr. Jackson is involved in child molestation, and I must apologize on behalf of the Santa Barbara Police Department. We will definitely compensate for any damages caused during the search."

"Of course, I also hope Mr. Jackson understands that I myself only just learned about this, and it was all organized by Tom Schneider."

"His actions are a desecration and trampling of the law, and I will definitely report this to the city government. Please believe that the government will give Mr. Jackson justice."

Mike already knew about the situation at home. Although he was heartbroken, it was too late to undo the damage.

He stood up and said, "I also believe that the law will stand on the side of justice, so let's leave it at that."

"Wait, Mr. Jackson, there's one more thing I hope you can help with. You probably heard the sounds outside; they're reporters and your fans."

"I sincerely apologize to you again, and I hope you can calm everyone down and prevent the situation from worsening."

Michael looked at Messerio, who nodded.

"Okay, I'll do interviews after I get out anyway."

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

Outside the police station, a group of people waited anxiously, their cursing nearly blowing the roof off the station.

Half an hour later, the door opened again, and Mike came out, followed by Brown Howard and lawyer Messerio.

Seeing the electronic screen facing the police station gate not far away, Mike instantly understood that only Eric had the ability to create such a commotion in such a short time.

Although Chuanbao is also very capable, his influence is concentrated in the real estate sector, and he cannot compare with Eric in terms of public opinion.

Upon seeing the person in question, the reporters swarmed over like rabbits, their noise growing louder and louder. Brown Howard was sweating profusely, mentally cursing Tom Schneider and all the women in his family over and over again.

Mai Kou stood on the steps and raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

He then said, "Thank you all so much for coming to support me. I have so much to say to you, but for now, all I can say is that I love you all!"

"oh"

The crowd cheered.

Michael then briefly recounted what had happened from yesterday to today. Brown Howard's eyelids twitched again, and he could only pray that Michael wouldn't say anything inappropriate.

"Michael, you must have seen the video on the big screen. What are your thoughts?" a reporter from the Liberty Times asked.

Michael shook his head: "It hurts. They shouldn't have done this. This is not what prosecutors should do. This behavior seriously infringes on my rights, and I will reserve the right to file a lawsuit."

"So, did the police find any evidence at Neverland Ranch? You know what kind of evidence I'm talking about."

"No, there is no evidence whatsoever. Even if my house was destroyed like this, you can ask Chief Brown if you don't believe me."

Upon hearing that the police chief was standing behind Michael, all eyes immediately turned to him. Seeing the anger radiating from those figures, Brown Howard felt a pang of discomfort.

He could only nod: "Mr. Jackson is right, the police have not found any evidence related to this case."

"This violent search was entirely Tom Schneider's personal act, and the government will definitely give the public a satisfactory answer."

A Los Angeles Times reporter pointed the camera at Michael: "Mike, you've been detained in the police station for over 12 hours. Since the police violently damaged your home, have you personally experienced any violence?"

Faced with this question, Michael said nothing, but silently turned his back to everyone.

Meserio carefully helped him roll up his sleeve, revealing two long, bloody welts on his arm, a shocking sight in the sunlight.

A frenzy of camera flashes erupted below, the reporters were incredibly excited, the material was getting richer and bigger.

They've even started looking forward to the trial at the end of the month, wondering what big scandals will unfold then.

"Alright, that's all I have to say. If anyone wants to know more, they can come to Dream Manor. I also hope that everyone will refrain from crowding the police station, so as not to delay normal police response and affect those who need help."

Mike's words immediately made everyone feel sorry for him.

He really made me cry my eyes out!

In contrast, Brown Howard almost fainted when he saw the bloodstains.

Based on his experience, he could naturally tell that it was caused by friction from being copied for too long.

But damn it, he could swear he really didn't know anything about it, so he could only continue to curse Tom Schneider in his heart.

After Michael finished speaking, he left. Some people and reporters followed him to Neverland Ranch, while others began to surround Brown Howard.

As for the group of people Chen Xing hired, they naturally continued to besiege the police station. He had already paid for three days, and if that wasn't enough, he would continue. After all, demonstrations and protests are very popular in the United States.

Of course, in theory, demonstrations and protests in the United States must also be reported to the government in advance; otherwise, the police can take necessary measures.

However, the police really had no reason to stand on this case, so while maintaining restraint, they could only turn a blind eye to prevent the conflict from escalating further.

At Dream Manor, Mike and a group of reporters arrived one after another.

You can see the electronic screen at the main entrance from afar; the video is playing on a loop.

After leading the reporters to his residence, Mike said, "You can come in and take pictures if you need to."

Upon hearing this, reporters rushed inside to gather firsthand information. Later, in Mike's bedroom, they found two Playboy magazines peeking out from the ruins.

Pushing aside the clutter, the cover was revealed, and there stood his old friends Madonna and Charlie's Angels Drew Barrymore.

The reporters couldn't help but smile and took close-up shots.

When the filming was finished, Asherkin was already waiting outside.

"Dear journalists, if anyone needs this video, please follow me. Everyone can copy it."

The reporters were taken away by Asherkin; everything was arranged perfectly.

Eric never showed up. It's better to stay behind the scenes in this kind of thing. It's not difficult for someone with ulterior motives to investigate, but there's no need to expose yourself.

Welcome home!

Eric and Michael hugged each other.

"Eric, thank you. You always appear when I'm in trouble, like an angel in my life."

Siti brought his private doctor to apply medicine to Mike's wound. Eric was relieved to see that the doctor was white.

Because he remembered that Mike's immediate cause of death was a drug overdose, and the killer was his personal physician.

He couldn't remember the name, but he did remember that the doctor was Black.

"Doctor, is the injury serious?"

"It's nothing serious, just superficial injuries."

The others were relieved, and Eric said, "These people, I'll make them pay!"

"Heh. With this video, Tom Schneider is doomed. As for how far things will eventually escalate, that depends on how much public opinion ferments."

"Of course, the bigger the better! I haven't finished using all my tricks yet!"

(End of this chapter)