Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy First The Police Chief Who Scares the Urine

bang, bang...

The bar counter of the tavern was in a mess, and two white men who were drunk had a big fight, grabbed the wine bottles on the table and threw them around.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me..." The girl who worked in the store jumped anxiously, but she didn't dare to go forward to persuade her, so she could only shout from a distance.

A hint of complacency and slyness flashed in the eyes of the two drunk men, and they kept cursing obscenities.

The movements under his hands were even faster. Bottles of wine were smashed against the wall, and the wine cabinet at the bar and the expensive refrigerator were all attacked.

Just as the two were about to blow up the 'TV' placed in the corner with wine bottles, a big iron-like hand pinched his wrist.

"Ah, fk, damn bastard, let go of your hand..." Feeling the strength on his wrist, the fat white man roared and grabbed the opponent's hair with his backhand.

One turned his back against the opponent's waist, hooked his right hand back and grabbed his neck, and a fat man weighing about 200 kilograms was thrown to the ground by a beautiful over-the-shoulder.

boom!

The whole tavern trembled and counted.

The companion who was still holding the wine bottle was dumbfounded, his face was full of dullness, the wine bottle in his hand was like a hot potato, he couldn't put it away or throw it away.

"Money." A voice suddenly came from behind.

Short hair, black suit, and the muscles underneath make the clothes look like they are going to burst.

What is even more worrying is that the other party's waist is bulging, and one can tell that he is carrying a guy.

In the compartment inside the tavern, the door was closed with a gap, and Li Zitao was lying on the tatami mat enjoying Xiangzi's massage.

"Are there many such things?" Li Zitao asked casually.

Before, he wondered why Garbo suddenly mentioned Xiangzi's tavern, but now he found the answer.

"En." Xiangzi nodded hesitantly, and said helplessly, "Since that incident happened, this is already the thirteenth time."

Every time the loss is serious, but there is nothing to do, the profit is lost in it, how could Xiangzi forget.

"I was careless." Li Zitao squeezed her hand and said to himself; 'I didn't expect it to be so serious. '

He is not worried about the business of the tavern, but he cares about Xiangzi's mood and comfort.

As Garbo's best friend, daughter Lilith's friend, and his personal 'massage,' Xiangzi has done well in every role.

"Ava..." The door was pushed open, "Tell James, if there is any problem here, I will consider putting the sponsorship elsewhere next year."

Li Zitao's energy in New York is not small, but it is not enough to make a police chief slap his ass and leave with just a few words.

Especially a big celebrity like James who can sit on the throne of New York City Secretary.

But as the super rich, he has plenty of money.

The beautiful green knife exudes the fragrance of ink, and donates no less than tens of millions to the police stations around the world every year.

If you want to continue to receive this donation, you must find a way to satisfy Li Zitao, the father of the donor.

The lover of the gold master's father was wronged, and the police deliberately sided with them when they came, and they didn't even file a case. This is a blatant racial tendency.

Li Zitao only needs to get the news out, and the police in New York City can get James out of office.

Who would want to offend the benefactor's father because of such a trivial matter, and cut down their meager benefits?

Blocking people's money is like killing their parents.

The welfare of the police can be said to be the lowest in the public security law. They do the most dangerous work, but they have to do the most dangerous job.

This is why there are so many black policemen in the United States now.

In the final analysis, there is only one word; the money is not in place.

Fight criminals?

Living in an area with dangerous public security, my wife packs a dozen condoms in her bag every day when I go out, and my child goes to a community school full of scum.

Holding old-fashioned outdated weapons and going against the rich and powerful mafia and gangs, whose brain is broken?

Since Li Zitao, a super-rich man, came to New York, the situation in the New York Police Department has improved.

Equipment improvement funds of millions of dollars each year, safety subsidies, disability retirement subsidies, etc.,

Subsidies of various names make people feel soft.

That's right, Li Zitao was bribing the entire New York police.

From top to bottom, from the mounted police to the police officers, they were all the targets of his bribes.

With his identity and a large team of lawyers, no matter what the name of the money is, they can safely take it without worrying about being made things difficult by anyone.

Moreover, Li Zitao also plans to plan a community in West Midtown specially built for the New York Police Department.

Safe, comfortable, and elegant environment, children who live here can be given priority to be admitted to Dewey Western Union School.

In this context, how could James, and how dare he refuse his request.

If because of a mistake, the sponsor's father is dissatisfied and loses these benefits.

Those police officers who have already enjoyed benefits and are looking forward to living in the "police community" will not hesitate to let him experience the taste of "black guns" in unmanned streets and alleys.

The facts were also as Li Zitao had guessed.

When he learned of the relationship between Xiangzi Tavern and Li Zitao, James, who was about to raise his gun at the striptease, shrank instantly.

Putting on his clothes, he drove the car and appeared in front of the compartment door of the tavern with a swiftness that was contrary to his figure.

"Boss, Director James is here." Asking James to wait at the door, Ava bowed slightly and whispered into the door.

Squeak...

The door was gently pushed open, and Xiang Zi, who was wearing a kimono, came out, but closed the door gently again with her backhand.

"Master Chief." First he saluted to James, and under his restless movement of wiping his forehead with his hand, he suppressed a smile and said, "Mr. Charlie is asleep, do you need me to wake him up?"

"No, no, I'll just wait here." James waved his hands quickly, sweat dripping even more.

Thinking about the fact that he and his wife boasted about it two days ago, they will soon move to a high-end neighborhood in Manhattan, and their child will also enter Dewey College...

"If it's messed up because of this little thing..." James couldn't help shivering.

Moving his body back and forth uneasily, James muttered something to his subordinates beside him, and soon his subordinates turned around and walked out.

Without the chief's urging, he was no less worried than the chief.

As the old sheriff of the police station, he must have a place in the first batch of houses, which is related to his own personal interests.

Moreover, he has long wanted to rescue the children from that garbage school that only has violence and trash.

Although Dewey School's school rules that don't prohibit black people make him a little concerned, but when he thinks that they can go to Ivy League schools to visit and study from the fifth grade...

"Damn smashing, you are dead." Thinking of those two gang bastards, the other party's teeth itched with hatred.

The clenched fists were also 'cracking'.

If they were in front of him now, he would smash the jaws of the two idiots without hesitation, and then send them to patrol the mafia's stronghold.