I don't know if it's because of my age. The priest wearing a brand new suit in the black sun bar listened to the white music "Bright-man". When the soothing rhythm and classic lyrics sounded in the bar, he could hum a few sentences. This was completely inconsistent with the bandit-like gangster wave ss. It would be reasonable if he was shakingly singing bandit rap.

jingle.

The bar door was pushed open and when the wind chime sounded, Derek walked in. The priest and Omar in the bar looked back and even the bar owner Joe raised his head. At the same time, a man in a gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses stood up far away from them and walked towards Derek step by step.

"Hello, I am the attorney for Mr. Evan Basdale and Mr. Omar, Sean Connor, if you have anything to say to me."

The lawyer reached out and wanted to shake hands friendly.

But Derek took a step to the left, turned sideways around the lawyer, and walked directly to the bar.

He picked up an upside down chair on the round table and put it down. Derek sat next to the priest: "You are really the best combination of collusion between the two most notorious gangsters in the town and a bloody lawyer who can't make it in New York."

Outside the window, Zhouzhang and Christina were lying in the crack of the door and watching the situation inside the bar. With the front and back doors blocked, they would never believe that these two gang leaders dared to do anything to Derek.

"Zhou, Derek's start didn't seem to be very smooth." Christina asked, "If you could ask something in this situation?"

On the weekend, I really thought about it outside the window for a long time: "What is the score? If you don't have any evidence in your hands and can't guide you like now, you can't do anything. For such a known person who can be confirmed to be a gangster, I can use a rope to force him to tell where his wife's birthmark was growing without a camera. However, someone has to help me hold up the lawyer."

"What is that?"

“The 'rope' of more than one level is better than the Texas blanket party, a way of interrogation you absolutely can’t imagine.”

"You can do it too?" Christina admired the weekend's brainpower, but she kept sneering at his ability to do it.

"I'm not a saint."

In the window, the priest turned his head and looked at Derek: "I spent money, why don't I give my time to my lawyer, how about it?"

He was in no mood to talk to Derek and turned his head over again. The bar owner slowly poured out a glass of rum with a glass of wine, slowly pushed it out along the bar. The glass slid on the bar, just past Derek and was picked up by Evan Basdale.

The lawyer stood beside Derek from another direction: "Sir, please ask me if you have any questions."

"Really?" Derek smiled and looked at Evan Basdale. "When I was still fucking, I discovered something. In the slums of Los Angeles, a capture operation made a record company in the civilian area appear in our sight. This record company does not have rappers like Eminem, Arkan, 50 cents, and no classic rap. But every album can be sold to a point that almost attracted the attention of the media. Some albums were questioned by the media and said, "The taste of music listeners has changed and they have begun to like such shoddy music."

The lawyer interrupted urgently: "Mr. Director, my client is very busy and I don't have time to listen to your story."

"That seemed to be twenty years ago," Derek continued: "During the surveillance process, we discovered a lot of things. The black gang leaders on the West Coast often contacted the record company, and found that every time their contact caused a record to come out, and the record immediately sold out. Some people who were not crazy at all will always buy these records back."

"The record company cannot be checked. The record company always borrows the money from the drug dealers and gang leaders. They find very bad singers to post albums and make the album at the lowest price. At this time, what will happen? Which gangsters will make their people buy the records one by one. So, the stolen money for drug trafficking becomes the profit of their record company, and except for taxes, they all enter the gang pocket. The black money that could have been tracked down was legal after being transferred to the government's tax structure and record store accounts."

"It's a pity that my partner had some conflicts with the Economic Crime Department at that time. We didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of money laundering transaction. We just arrested drugs in the original operation - owl and large-scale drug-product transactions. Evan, do you know what I'm talking about, right?"

The bar door slightly pushed open a small gap. When no one paid attention to the police outside the door, Christina was lying on the gap to see what was happening inside.

She whispered: "Drek mentioned a money laundering channel for no reason, which is completely unrelated to what happened today. Why is that?"

My heart skipped a beat on the weekend.

Although Derek reads files in the office every day and rarely shows the temperament that a tyrant should have, this guy is definitely a policeman with excellent case handling thinking. His trick is called tracing a way out. American gangs care about money laundering. There are money laundering dens in almost every first-tier city in Las Vegas to New York, Los Angeles, and almost every big city in the United States. He would rather lose some money than wash the money clean so that when using it, there is no need to worry that someone will investigate them for the crime of "unknown source of property".

The priest must be the same, and Derek's words meant that 'The government has surveillance and monitoring means. If you dare to priest, the money you earned with hard work can only be stuffed into your pillow!' No one believes that anyone can clean up the money while the US government is watching.

Evan finally became cautious. His eyes changed when he saw Derek. The gangster rap company in Los Angeles had nothing to do with him, but his money laundering system would never want to be targeted by the police.

"I actually always respect you."

He pointed his hand at the lawyer, and Derek's tone became joking, "Just respect me so much?"

Evan Basdale winked at the lawyer, and the lawyer consciously stepped aside. For him, time is money. No matter whether he spoke or not, as long as time was still flowing, the money of the gang leader would flow to his account.

After the lawyer stepped back, Evan Basdale continued: "So, Mr. Secretary, what charge did you arrest me?"

"Add you? If you are arrested, I will not come. Those who are wearing uniforms outside can catch you back. I have a way to block the airport, station and all roads leaving the country with one phone number. Even if you can fly, you will not be able to leave this land."

"Why is that?"

"I want a few names."

Derek's face suddenly became tense, his cheeks were bulging, as if he was gritting his teeth: "There were two murders in Montek Town. Even if I don't tell you, you should know that we are investigating the murderer's weapons, but the black man who sold the weapons to the murderer died. I want to know that all the people who illegally sell guns in Montek Town, and then these people will help me identify a photo."

"You want Evan Basdale to sell out the black people?" the priest responded with a mocking tone.

Derek also smiled: "Of course you can not cooperate with us, but from today on Montek Town will enter an unprecedented state of tension. You will be followed by police cars every day when you go out, and someone will be monitored on every phone call, and everyone who comes into contact with you will be investigated. I promise that no subordinate will be restricted to let them be polite."

"But I will put your life into a panic I have never experienced before, and will use all the connections I have accumulated in the police system over the years to keep all the people around you in prison. Don't worry, I will not touch you."

"At that time, your enemy will thank me, thank you for your generosity for even the dog tied in your yard, and they will no longer have to investigate your life rules and choose time to do it. Even if you walk into your home in broad daylight, there will never be anyone who can protect you."

The lawyer suddenly stood up and said, "Mr. Secretary, you have been involved in intimidation."

"Then you go and sue me. Even if I sell the house, I still have nearly $600,000 in legal income. This money is enough for me to drag the lawsuit in court for half a year." Derek bent his arm and pointed at Evan Basdale. "And you, in this half year, be praying every day in the church that will never encounter any assassination, and absolutely no ambitious black man appears, otherwise, there will be an extra tombstone with Evan Basdale written on this land."

bass.

Derek got up and walked out. Evan Basdale turned his head and asked, "Mr. Lawyer, do you believe what he said?"

"I am only responsible for giving legal advice, and I think you should sue him."

"I'm so glad I found such a capable lawyer." Evan Basdale sarcastically.

"You are right. As long as you decide to sue him, I will definitely win the lawsuit."

"Goodbye, Mr. Lawyer."

Crunch.

jingle.

The door of the bar opened again, and a female policewoman walked in. She stood so calmly beside Evan Basdale, gently holding his shoulder with her hands and said, "J, let me bring you a word, he said, someone will be responsible for his death."

Drink...pah.

Christina spitted into the glass of rum with a mouthful of sticky phlegm, and a very disgusting object floated up in the amber liquid.
Chapter completed!