Both policemen were holding lights in their left hand and batons in their right hand.

The baton in their hands looked dark from a distance. Doug mistakenly thought it was a rubber stick, but when he looked closely, he found it was a real iron stick.

The surface of the rusty subway rod is uneven, and God knows what he has experienced.

Doug even suspected that those who were beaten by this thing might die of tetanus if they were not careful.

Unlike Doug's Anran, the little shoe shivering man was shivering.

If a gangster with bare shirtless, big waisted and round waisted are terrifying, then the police are big gangsters wearing police uniforms. Although they are wearing clothes, they are far more terrifying than those without clothes.

As a small shoe shiner at the bottom of society, he is often exploited by the police.

Occasionally, when the police are unhappy, they will punch and kick him.

When the police are happy, they will still punch and kick him.

This fear engraved in his body made his body tremble slightly, recalling the crazy pain, and even his soul was trembling.

what to do?

Escape?

Are you running away?

The young master is still here! If he escapes, will he not be able to enjoy wealth and glory?

The desire for wealth finally defeated the fear of the flesh. Although his legs were still trembling slightly, he finally did not run away.

The two policemen approached, first looking down at the tragic death of the people on the ground, then looking up at Doug and the little shoe shiner.

Although the little shoe shiner stood in front of Doug, they were deliberately ignored by them.

Instead, Doug, who was wearing clothes that were so expensive that both of them could not afford to buy together, shone light in their eyes.

In their opinion, Doug was simply a pile of moving gold coins.

"Hello, master, we are policemen. Is there anyone shooting here just now?" the policeman said politely.

The policeman was polite and almost shocked the little shoe shiner. He had never seen this before. The policeman he met were all more rogue than hooligans.

It's like the fierce wolf I used to see, but now it has become a dog wagging its tail.

The impact on the little shoe shiner even made him forget to think about why the police ignored the body that was obviously shot at the head on the ground, and knew that he was pretending to behave.

"I'm glad to see you," Doug said politely, "the shooting that did happen just now. Mr. Smith on the ground wanted to attack me, and my servant took out his gun and blew his head."

"Is it Mr. Smith from this printing and dyeing factory? He seems to owe a lot of money!" The policeman asked, and was also a little envious. In this era where most people live in a tight time, it is a skill to borrow money.

"Yes, it's him. I came here to buy the printing and dyeing factory. As soon as he took the money out, he met his creditors. His creditors rushed to take all the money away, and he was so angry that he wanted to attack me. In order to protect me, my servant took out his gun and shot him."

The little shoe shiner saw that the policeman was so gentle and Doug was so calm, and gradually he was no longer so nervous. He widened his eyes and looked at Doug. He was obviously practicing painting, but the master shot himself. How could I kill someone?

Doug, who is serious and nonsense, is very calm and calm, and looks like a person who does big things.

Although the two policemen combined were several times as old as Doug, they became convinced without realizing it.

However, although subconsciously convinced, the police are not hooligans after all. They cannot believe it if they say they believe it. They also have rules and regulations and procedures.

"So that's the case, this little master. Although people in New Haven die every day. The corpse picker who pushes a cart to pick up corpses every day will never lack life. But those who die are homeless and drunks, but Mr. Smith is still shot to death here. Can you go back to the police station and take a record and follow the process?" the police said.

"Just call me Doug, go to the police station to record the statement? Of course. You are still working so late, it's so hard for you. How can I interfere with your work?" Doug said while handing two small stacks of green bills to the two.

The two policemen took it one after another and looked at each other and didn't expect that there would be so many extra pieces in the chore of parade at night. They used to be scattered from those drunks who were drunk and ignorant of their lives.

Sometimes those drunks resist and even knock the drunks to death with batons.

This is America, the free America.

Drunk people have the freedom to fall drunk on the street, and police have the freedom to knock drunk people to death and pick up equipment.

In the gilded sky, the curved reflections of the dead floated.

"Mr. Doug, please come with me," said one of the policemen.

Two policemen carrying lights walked in front, Doug later, and the little shoe shiner later.

The little shoe shiner was struggling inside. He was afraid of the police and even more afraid of going to the police station, but he was extremely eager to get wealth.

Did the fierce police respect Mr. Doug because he was rich?

While he was still hesitating, he had already walked to the door of the police station without knowing it.

The little master Doug in front was still talking and laughing with the police, but the little shoe shiner had given up on the idea of ​​running away.

Because it is brightly lit here, it is still the police's nest, how far can it run even if it runs?

"Mr. Doug, you are going to be separated from your servant for a while." The white policeman's strong arms opened the door of the interrogation room.

Doug nodded slightly and walked in.

The little shoe shiner entered the interrogation room next door under the gaze of another policeman.

"Sorry, I'm illiterate, I'll go find a recorder." The policeman said at the door instead of sitting down.

"It's okay, you go." Doug's face had an indifferent smile. After watching the police leave, he began to look at the layout of the interrogation room.

A solid wood table top and a long table with iron table frames is located horizontally in the center of the interrogation room, dividing the interrogation room into two.

On the side where Doug is sitting now, there is only one wooden chair, and two opposite.

The whale oil lamp on the table was not particularly bright, making him unable to see the details of the wall. However, the moonlight scattered in from the hanging small window still made him see a little bit.

The only thing that can be seen clearly when the moonlight is shining, there are some dirty ground utensils hanging on this small wall. Although Doug doesn't know what the specific functions are, he knows it is used for torture.

Doug imagined with interest how those torture instruments could be used. He was not panicked at all, and the box leaning against his legs was full of money.

In this era, there is no need to panic if you have money.

"Ao------Hull, why are you calling me up? Can't you let the prisoner wait until I wake up before taking a record?" The yawning recorder walked into the interrogation room in disheveled clothes.

When his casual eyes swept towards Doug, he suddenly saw a rectangular paper ticket. He opened his eyes instantly and became much more energetic.
Chapter completed!