When you are a police officer in American comics, every day is a holiday

At this time, Marvin was looking at these protesting people with a headache.

"Have these damn pigs been kicked in the head by a donkey? You are obviously upholding justice, but these people came to protest after watching a video that is right and wrong."

Zhao Hao, who was behind Marvin, just nodded lightly when he heard this and said nothing.

After completing a psychological evaluation yesterday, he reported to the police station early this morning.

He actually didn't care about the protests of black people. After all, there was nothing wrong with his procedures.

It is impossible for the bureau to make things difficult for itself, otherwise thousands of police officers would not agree.

And Marvin sighed when he saw that Zhao Hao didn't take it to heart at all.

“Although they just shout, their influence is not small.

The mayor even called to inquire about these people’s protests. If the situation gets out of hand, I will have no choice but to transfer you to the logistics department.”

When Zhao Hao heard this, his face suddenly became serious.

No, not to mention the low wages in the logistics department, we can't carry out justice to our heart's content.

By then, half of the system will be useless.

"Excuse me, Mr. Director, what is the name of the boss of the Ghost Hand Party and where is their headquarters?"

When he said this, he kept observing Malvin and several police officers next to him.

He found that Marvin just continued to look out the window with an unchanging expression, while one of the police officers next to him moved his fingers slightly and his eyes flickered.

According to psychology, Marvin obviously already knew that the mastermind behind this was the Ghost Hand Party, so he was not surprised that he directly said this name.

The police officer with twinkling eyes showed a guilty conscience and was probably related to the Ghost Hands.

In other words, what he said now might very likely reach the ears of the Ghost Hand Gang's boss in a while.

Seeing this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He is certainly not a reckless man who would casually say that seemingly reckless remark just now.

It was just to test everyone's reaction and find out the possible spies in the bureau.

Even if there is no traitor in the bureau, leaving the impression of a reckless man on the director can reduce his guard against you.

After all, no one likes their subordinates to be too smart.

After a while, Malvin looked at the protesting crowd below, which seemed to be getting more and more aggressive. He could only say helplessly: "Don't worry, I will hold a press conference later and make your law enforcement video public. Let’s see then.”

He didn't want to provoke the Ghost Hands at all.

Others may not know it, but he knows that he cannot afford to offend the people behind the Ghost Hands.

Chapter 12 Taking the initiative

The original purpose of the Black Lives Matter movement was to protest and oppose violence and racism against black people.

But since Dora joined this organization, everything has become different.

Driven by some people, the Black Lives Matter movement has become an excuse for black people to smash, loot, and burn.

There are also some managers and chairmen who need this fire to falsify their accounts, and some politicians who need this kind of campaign to attack their opponents.

For various reasons, the Black Lives Matter movement has become increasingly intense, even beyond everyone's imagination.

It even turned violent.

The truth often becomes unimportant.

So in order to appease black people, black people in beautiful countries have a transcendent status.

For example, schools must have a certain proportion of black people, companies can get some tax exemptions if they have a certain proportion of black people, films and TV shows need a certain proportion of black people to avoid being racially profiled, relief funds are given priority to black people, etc.

But is this a good thing?

No, not only will it not be a good thing, but it will make black people lazier, more violent and more useless.

After all, who would stretch out their hands when there is food available right away?

At the same time, with the emergence of various black-first bills, it has turned into discrimination against other races.

Why can you enjoy these benefits just because you have dark skin?

As a Caucasian, can’t I enjoy these benefits?

As a result, the conflict between whites and blacks in the United States became increasingly intense.

And the Asians caught in the middle have become cannon fodder in their fight.

Zhao Hao’s situation at this moment was very bad.

Under a right and wrong video, the Black Lives Matter movement of black people began, and people wanted the police who shot to be brought to justice and put on trial.

Let the police in this beautiful country take a warning. Even if black people break the law, they cannot shoot at will.

So even though Malvern held a press conference and released the video of Zhao Hao's law enforcement, it still did not quell their anger and protests.

In other words, it has calmed down a bit, but there are still people who insist that black lives matter.

It's kind of like, facts aside, shouldn't a black man make amends when he dies?

The time came to noon.

Marvin was in the director's office, smoking a cigarette and banging his head on the desk with an angry look on his face.

"boom!"

"These damn pigs can't listen to a word.

Without our protection, they would have been killed long ago. "

Zhao Hao sat on the sofa next to him and asked calmly: "Dear Director, can you tell me the information about the Ghost Hand Party now?"

After hearing this, Marvin took a long puff of the cigarette butt, then picked up the cigarette case from the table, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

"call…"

After taking a breath, he finally said: "In 99, due to a financial crisis, most factories in the suburbs went bankrupt, and thousands of workers were desperate.

Later, a man named Kaba appeared and led everyone to start growing marijuana and smuggling high-alcohol powder from Mexico.

At that time, in order to quell the riots and solve the workers' employment issues, we did not choose to stop the other side.

So the Ghost Hand Party was established. "

Following Marvin's explanation, Zhao Hao finally knew what kind of organization this Ghost Hand Party was.

The Ghost Hand Party has a total of more than 100 core members and more than 1,000 peripheral members.

The businesses involved include drug addiction, human trafficking, three casinos, five loan sharking companies and four nightclubs.

Such a behemoth was simply beyond what Zhao Hao could handle.

Therefore, Director Malvern never wanted to tell him the information because he was afraid that he would be impulsive.

Zhao Hao looked at Director Malvern in front of him and saw the sincerity in his eyes.

But he knew that the other party must have something he didn't say.

For example, if the ghost gang is allowed to go unchecked, who will protect them?

Otherwise, an ordinary person, no matter how much he develops, would never be able to develop into such a large underground force.

But what does this have to do with myself?

All he wanted was the treasure chest, and he didn't want to worry about the things above.

After a while, he nodded and said: "Don't worry, my dear Director, I am not such an impulsive person."

After finishing speaking, he prepared to leave the director's office.

Malvin pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and said, "In a few days, when the heat of the matter subsides, I will assign another person to you to take you on patrol. Now please calm down for me."

Zhao Hao opened the door and nodded indifferently.

"understood."

……

After arriving at his seat, Zhao Hao found that the police officer with twinkling eyes was missing.

The other party may have gone to report the news.

Thinking of this, he stood up and looked around.

It was noon, and most of the police officers on patrol had already returned.

So if the police officer wants to report the news, he must do so in a place with few people.

basement.

Thinking of this, he got up and walked towards the basement.

If he hadn't gotten the system, he might have been hiding out in the police station, waiting for things to blow over.

But since there is a respect system, whether it is for the treasure chest or to avenge oneself, the Ghost Hand must be destroyed.

After searching in the basement for a while, he suddenly encountered a police officer walking towards him with a mobile phone.

Just the one he was looking for.

So he immediately stopped in front of the other party.

This police officer is a black man, about 1.7 meters tall. Although he is not tall, his belly is not small, as if he is six or seven months pregnant.

At the same time, the short hair on the head is curled up and looks like pig hair.

When the other party saw Zhao Hao blocking him in front of him, he immediately retreated with a guilty conscience.

But he quickly remembered his identity and asked, "Officer Zhao, what can I do for you?"

Zhao Hao smiled slightly, put his arm around the other person's shoulders, looked at the other person's badge and said, "Officer Bryce, good afternoon. I may have some questions for you."

Bryce wanted to step back and distance himself from Zhao Hao, but after feeling the powerful force of the other party's arm, he could only say with a bitter face: "Um, what's the problem?"

Zhao Hao naturally saw the other party's guilty conscience and fear, so he leaned over to his ear and said, "What did you say to Kaba just now? I guess, is it the news that I'm looking for them?"

Bryce's whole body trembled slightly, and he said intermittently: "No... no, I was just talking to... and my girlfriend..."

Zhao Hao smiled slightly and said, "That is to say, you know Kaba..."

Blythe suddenly panicked.

"I...he..."

Seeing this, Zhao Hao continued to smile coldly.

He found that since he acquired the skill of elementary psychology, his grasp of people's hearts has simply improved to a higher level.

If it was before, he would not have discovered that Bryce was related to the Ghost Hand Gang. Even if he did, he would not have been able to trick the other party so easily.

I wonder what advanced psychology would be like.

He patted the other person's shoulder and comforted him at the same time: "It's okay, do you charge money to do things? This is normal. After all, this salary is not enough for you to buy those high-profile fans, nor can you go to the bar at night.

But betraying colleagues is not a good thing. After all, if you can betray me today, then others can betray you tomorrow, right?

Don't get excited. You can tell at a glance that you are smoking high. Your hands and feet are out of control, your eyes are darkened, and your whole body is weak.

There was also a faint smell of alcohol on his body. It looked like he must have gone to a bar last night.

Now as long as you tell me how to find Kabbah, what they are going to do next, no one will know about you betraying your colleagues and being a fan. "

"I said... said..."

Under the offensive of Zhao Hao's words, Bryce's willpower soon collapsed and he revealed everything he knew.

Don't expect how strict a drug addict's mouth can be or how strong his willpower is.

If he was really that good, he wouldn't be so obsessed with being a fan.

Chapter 13 Is she Harley Quinn?

It's night time soon.

After returning to the villa, Zhao Hao began to practice body-building techniques.