Sunny day, Los Angeles on Halloween eve was so sunny that it was jealous after a thriller last night. Even the temperature that should have dropped began to warm up incredibly in such weather. This was a good weather, but Matthew was not in a good mood.

Matthew, wearing a black suit, a white shirt and a black tie, was particularly serious today. When he walked out of the Los Angeles General Administration parking lot, he held a briefcase in one hand and a copy of the Los Angeles Times. His eyes revealed a shrewd look directly at the reporters in front of the General Administration of Police. Matthew was already preparing to face the reporters for a while. As the deputy director of the Los Angeles Police Department, one of the five-member team of the Los Angeles Police Department, he could not face the media after forcing two detectives to be sieve by AK47.

One step, two steps...

Matthew is getting closer and closer to the police station. This time, the Los Angeles Police Station may face severe tests again. Just like the Los Angeles Police Station issued several black police officers who shocked the whole country more than ten years ago, if they are not handled properly, it may directly lead to a crisis of national trust in Los Angeles.

"Father."

Just as Matthew was about to appear in front of the Los Angeles Police Department General Administration, just as he was ready to be surrounded by the media and devoted himself to the public relations war, one hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

call.

Matthew was startled and turned his head to look at the owner of the hand. He could not say any scolding, because the one who held him was his beloved daughter: "What are you doing here?"

In order to resolve the crisis in the police station, Matthew, who had already made up his mind to appear in front of the media, grabbed his daughter's arm and turned around and walked towards a place with few people. When they reached a distance from the media, the woman holding Matthew's arm was wearing a pink shirt and a black skirt and said anxiously: "Father. You have to help me, Chekov can't go to prison."

Matthew, who took a breath, seemed to be sitting in a mess. He really didn't want to worry about this mess: "Dear, you are not a child anymore, and this is not your spoiled pestering me and asking me to give you a Barbie doll." Matthew really couldn't be too strict with this baby girl, so he could only try to relieve his facial muscles as much as possible. After calming a little, he continued: "Chekov knocked down four policemen at the door of the police station, one of which had just escaped from danger. This was still in the case of no evidence, no witnesses, and no confession. If only the Western Bureau knew about this, it could still be treated as an internal fight. Even if I entered the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I could work hard. Now that I have entered the legal process, all I can do is hire a good lawyer."

"He is my husband." The woman stood on Matthew's ground and said in a low voice: "You really have the heart to watch my husband being sent to jail?"

Matthew wanted to hug his poor daughter, and he felt distressed when he looked at the anxious look: "Believe me. I have tried my best in the past seven years. I have put my efforts on anyone. That guy is at least the sheriff of a certain branch in Los Angeles."

"I am your daughter."

When he heard this voice, Matthew's heart was broken. He closed his eyes and raised his head. He said a harsh word in helplessness. Only he knew how much determination this sentence needed to him: "I am not a policeman to have a daughter."

Turning around, Matthew left without hesitation, when family affection and the law collided. People who wanted to make a choice were often more cruel than the tests the parties suffered.

Under the clear sky, Chekov's wife stood there watching Matthew rush into the media camp. The group of media seemed to have found moldy cheese ants and flocked to them in an instant.

"It's Mr. Deputy Director!"

"Go over!"

"Mr. Deputy Director, is the case of being beaten to death in a car in New Mexico? A drug dealer--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retaliation--retal

"Mr. Deputy Director, after this case happened, have you forced to continue to cause trouble for you?"

"Mr. Deputy Director, I heard that your son-in-law Chekov has entered the judicial process and is waiting for the court's judgment. What do you think about this? In addition, do you think you are still suitable to serve as the deputy director of the police station?"

No one cares about Matthew's current situation, and reporters don't care whether their words are sharp. Even though they report verbal violence, cyberbullying or spiritual harm every day, at the critical moment, everyone is using two sets of standards.

For Matthew, the situation was at most serious, but Chekov and his daughter were involved in the matter as if they were cut by a knife.

What can he do?

Handcuffing the reporter who asked the question?

He can't.

The only thing we can do is to answer fearlessly under a series of photography and flashing flashes: "We express our condolences to the forced agents who died in the line of duty, and promise to restore the entire fact to Los Angeles and arrest the murderer."

"The people need justice!"

At that time, Matthew looked at the reporter who asked the last question: "I would like to ask this reporter Mr. Chekov, why is it not suitable for me to be a police chief when facing court trial? Is it just because he is my son-in-law? Is this your justice? Or are you planning to pull down a police chief who has been serving Los Angeles for twenty years in order to increase newspaper sales, without any fault!"

After saying that, he squeezed out of the crowd, rushed up the steps and stood high, shouting at all the media: "I can tell you responsibly that we do not want anyone to die, whether it is a policeman or an ordinary person!"

"It's not that we are afraid of crime rates, but that we are afraid of people like the gentleman of the journalist just now. They always say things that should not be panicked like the end of the world. They always hope to find out who will be responsible before arresting the criminal, even if this person has nothing to do with what has happened!"

"I want to ask all the media present now. If I were a policeman who was not good at speaking and only knew how to solve the case, who should be responsible for me under the question he had just made? If I were an ordinary police detective who wrote in the newspaper without even giving him a chance to speak, who would I ask for accusing the person who accused me? I also want to resort to the law, but don't forget that I am still a policeman. Should I put the safety of the entire Los Angeles citizens aside and concentrate on suing you!"

"The same thing, you insulted the police. The police are still solving cases, busy, pursuing truth and justice."

“Los Angeles needs justice.”

"The people need justice!"

"But, don't forget that the police who are pursuing justice is the one who needs justice the most!!"

When he finished these words, he ignored the reporter's reaction and turned around and left. This beautiful speech was just the beginning of a crisis public relations.

Matthew's voice seemed to be still hovering at the door of the Los Angeles Police Department. The reporter who was still noisy just now was so silenced by his words. He even forgot to chase after him and continue asking. He stood there blankly, thinking about every word Matthew had just said.

Within the General Bureau of the Police Department, the heads and minds of the branches in each jurisdiction and the two special branches gathered in the conference room. The atmosphere in the conference room was very low and depressing.

When Matthew walked in, he wanted to say something like "I'm dragged by the media, I'm sorry." But when he saw this, he saw that the old director didn't seem to be trying to boost his morale at all. He suddenly rushed up in anger and walked to his seat and threw the newspaper on the conference table.

"Du - he - mom - raise your head! If anyone of you kills someone, go downstairs to surrender yourself. Don't make me feel guilty here!"

The old director wore the uniform of the highest rank of Los Angeles and looked over with admiration. If Matthew hadn't shown the general's style at many critical moments, the old director would not have been able to support him and sit in the position of deputy director.

"Remember, your responsibility is to not control the occurrence of public security cases similar to being shot. We are by no means responsible for this case! And no one has been able to fully control these things since the founding of the United States!!"

The old director finally spoke: "Matthew, how do you think we should deal with such a big public opinion storm after being shot?"

Matthew turned around and said respectfully: "Mr. Director, I think it should be done by the Americans."

"Our method is very simple. Isn't it said that their people die in the hands of drug dealers? Find the people!"

"Aren't the media asking how this case should be used to eliminate the public's panic that the authorities cannot completely eliminate the drug dealers in the community? Show them!"

"Led by the Police Detective Bureau and the Secret Service Bureau, all the branches of the jurisdiction cooperate fully while ensuring normal public security in the jurisdiction. This case must be solved!"

Preston asked what he thought of: "What should I do if I do that? Their people died, and they must be investigating..."

"Don't - he - mom - care about the pussy. If they have any problems, let them come to me. As long as the person dies in the jurisdiction of my Los Angeles Police Department, there is an anti-black and anti-drug department in the police detectives' office. When the media blocked the door of the police department, I dare to fight this lawsuit directly to the White House!"

After being passionate, almost all the big and small waves have backbones. With such a hard bone on them, they can do whatever they want.
Chapter completed!