Chapter 648? Take the Bait

On March 17th, the black man who was severely beaten by Sean left the police station cursing, rubbing his swollen face and bumping fists with the warmly greeted gang brothers outside, joking with each other, and then a group of people got into the car and ran directly to the A nightclub in the Nancheng P stone site.

At 3:30 in the morning on the 18th, he left the nightclub drunk and returned to his door in the car of an accomplice.

"The boss asked you to rest for a few days to recuperate from your injuries. We will contact you when we need you."

The accomplice in the car exhorted.

"I know, I know." He held onto the door frame and took out the key, but missed the keyhole for a long time.

"Fxxk, let me help you." The accomplice got out of the car to help him open the door, and helped him into the house.

Across the street in a very run-down car, a stalking Vic bared his teeth in the darkness.

Fortunately, ten minutes later, the accomplice came out shaking his head, got in the car and left alone.

Vic waited for another half an hour, raised his wrist and saw that the time was almost half past four, and there was no movement inside, so he started the car and drove directly to Sean's house.

He knows Sean too well, as long as he doesn't play cards, he must be sleeping soundly at this point. He has already tested it, and Sean is at home.

He observed for a while, and looked at his watch again. It was ten past five, and the time was very tight. It was still the same. He put on his black socks, got out of the car, lowered himself and rushed to the door, and quietly opened the door with a lock pick tool.

Sean's nest is not big, and he can basically see everything at a glance after entering the door. This guy usually watches TV on the sofa and falls asleep, but today the TV is on, but there is no one on the sofa in front.

Vic used the standard tactical move to hold the stolen revolver, moved the gun pointing at the sofa, and moved towards the bedroom.

He remained vigilant, slowly widening the ajar bedroom door with his shoulders.

Um? No one on the bed?

With the help of the weak TV light outside, he saw that the bed in the bedroom was empty, he froze for a moment, "click", there was a slight sound of switching on the light in his ear, the light in the bedroom turned on, and he immediately turned the gun.

"Vic, give up."

In the corner of the bedroom, Sean was being restrained by two field agents in FBI uniforms, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at himself, "We've been watching you for a long time."

It was Carl Letterman who was speaking, and his female partner was also in the room, in another corner of the bedroom, hiding from several plainclothes agents with live ammunition.

"FBI! Vic McGee, you are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent..."

A plainclothes man put the gun on the back of his bare head, while another snatched the revolver out of his hand, and then pressed him to his knees on the ground, wringing his hands behind his back, and icy handcuffs on his wrists.

There was also a lot of braking sound outside the pitch-black house, and the car lights illuminated the window white.

Vik Khan was like rain, but his nerves were thick enough, and his brain that stopped for a moment just now came back to his senses, "You guys, you misunderstood, hey... I was joking with Sean, our brothers sometimes joke That's way too much, isn't it, Sean."

"Go to hell, Vic."

The field agent loosened his hand on Sean's mouth, "You want to kill me!? You treat your brother like this!?" Seeing all this, Sean yelled at him, "You are such a bastard, Vic! What a bastard! ..." He cursed a few words, then slumped against the wall weakly, sat on the ground and cried, "I didn't expect you to do this, I didn't expect..."

"Hey, hey, you heard about me Sean."

Vic began to struggle non-stop, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, OK? But don't say anything, go to a lawyer, we seem to have been targeted by the FBI..." He spoke very fast.

Before he finished speaking, he was struck by a well-handled gun butt on the back of his head, and passed out instantly.

"APLUS, my dad seems to have been arrested, now many... many police officers are at home...they are searching, I am very scared..."

In the morning, Kasiti's phone call came.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Kasiti, calm down, calm down, okay? Wait a little bit..."

Song Ya got up from the bed,

Glancing at Mariah Carey who was sleeping soundly, "Linda, wake up Mike." Then he walked into the study with his mobile phone, "Who is searching your house, what happened to Vic?"

"FBI, it's the FBI. There are many people in FBI uniforms." Cassetti said, "His friends in the police station can't be contacted either."

"Damn it!"

Song Ya pressed the microphone and cursed, "Don't be nervous, okay? Kasiti, go to a lawyer, have you found a lawyer? I'll give you a call..."

He opened the phone book and found Goodman's number, but before he reported it, "Wait, wait, don't worry, it's useless to be anxious now." He continued to look, from Barron, Hamlin, Ellie Seeing the familiar names of West Asia and Will Gardner one by one, my mind was in a mess. Barron would definitely not be able to do it. If Goodman and Hamlin acted as Vic's agent, it would be clear that they and Vic's relationship The connection was exposed. This is the arrest of the FBI. It must be related to the murder of the detective. Alicia... It is also too obvious. It is not clear what the attitude of the Peter Flock State Attorney is, "Will Gardner, what are you going to do?" This call, no no, Will Gardner is not good..."

"What should I do?" Kasiti just kept crying, "It all happened so suddenly, those neighbors were all outside, the way they looked at me and my mother..."

"Calm down! Cassidy!"

Song Ya growled sternly, "Now you are the smartest person in the family, you can't do this! I haven't thought about the lawyer's matter for a while, but I'll talk about it later. Your father is a very shrewd guy, and he will choose the one that suits him best. Lawyer, your first priority now is to meet with him, understand? You can apply to the FBI, hurry up, they have relevant regulations, I remember it is... I don’t quite understand, Fxxk!"

"Give it to me." Old Mike pulled the phone from his hand, "Cassidy, listen to me, you make this call first, the lawyer's name is Argus, the law firm's name is Flock and Argus, Yes, remember the number."

"Wait, Mike, you wait."

Song Ya didn't have time to stop him from reporting the number, and hung up the phone, "Alicia Flock is Peter's wife, you let Kasiti find them..."

"You just have to calm down, kid."

Old Mike glanced at Linda, and locked the door of the study after she went out, "What happens to Vic has nothing to do with us, OK? As for whether to save him or abandon him, let Peter decide. We have done it before. It was planned, do you remember?"

"give up……"

Song Ya understood, and he calmed down immediately. After knowing that Vic had killed the FBI detective, he had discussed with Old Mike the plan if the matter was revealed, but he did not expect it to be so soon and so suddenly, "If Peter intervenes, he will not only give up The possibility of Vic, and the possibility of him giving up on me."

"We've discussed it. He's running for governor this year. He won't give up the big benefactor. Vic is his man. He should be the one who panics the most now. Considering that he doesn't necessarily know what Vic is doing. What, and it's about his political life..."

Old Mike warned seriously: "Things have already happened, we don't need to rush, and we can't rush."

"But Cassity..."

"Unfortunately, she can't choose her biological father, and you are going to get married soon." Old Mike looked into his eyes.

"Why is that guy Vic so stupid!" Song Ya didn't know how Vic was hooked, but it was too unexpected for the most 'senior' black policeman to be arrested by the FBI so quickly.

"Black police? For the FBI, there is only a difference between wanting to care about it and not wanting to care about it. That is the most powerful law enforcement machine boy in the United States." Old Mike said.

At the same time, in the FBI's Chicago office, Sean sat in the interrogation room with his legs spread apart, with an expression of indifference.

"Sean!"

Carl Letterman and his female partner pushed the door open and smashed the folder on the table in front of him angrily, "Vic has already done something to you, but you still want to protect him to death!?"

"I hate him, but I really have nothing to say."

Sean rolled his eyes, avoiding the other person's gaze and staring directly, "I don't know why he suddenly went crazy, I don't know anything."

"If you don't cooperate, you will never be free for the rest of your life. We have all the crimes you have participated in these years, abuse of power, arbitrary use of violence, harboring drugs, collusion with gangsters. In 1988, you and Vic McGee..."

Carl Letterman counted all kinds of well-documented crimes one by one, and Sean's face became more and more ugly, "Stop reading!" He suddenly became furious, "Fxxk, you want us to go to the neighborhood with the highest crime rate and The gangsters turned a blind eye when they changed their lives, and now we have no value in finding out everything in an instant? You hypocritical high-ranking people!"

In the other two cells, the remaining two brothers of the stormtroopers reacted similarly, lazily yawning in front of the FBI interrogation experts, and said nothing, "I want to see a lawyer! I need to go to the bathroom, hurry up!" It's in the crotch! Can I have a cigarette? Thank you for a cup of coffee!"