Chapter 663? Outside the Villa Gate

After saying this, Dingkins felt that he had almost lost the quarrel, and immediately lost interest in staying any longer. He found an excuse to get Sutton and his son to leave early, but unexpectedly encountered a traffic jam at the gate of the manor. Not too good, repeatedly urged the driver to honk.

"Look, look at these beautiful luxury cars coming and going..."

Across the street, two FBI agents parked the car where the reporters gathered. The one in the passenger seat was holding a camera with a telephoto lens, and kept pressing the shutter, chanting, "Hip-hop star, another hip-hop star , Whoa, wait, former New York Mayor, I've got you." He took a picture of Dinkins' clear side profile in the back seat.

The photo was sent to Commissioner Frith's desk early the next morning.

"The Chicago case? How's our PsyD doing?"

The director of the FBI is very busy. In fact, he has not paid attention to this case for a while.

"It's a little troublesome. Some conservative white groups in the South and Chicago have already organized. They are providing various help to the black police officers, donating money, demonstrating, and putting pressure on the local police and firefighters union."

The staff replied: "Vic McGee attempted suicide on the way to escort, which made us passive, especially when the emergency doctor found that he still had marks of beating on his body."

Frith pursed his lips uncomfortably, "Just a little? The Chicago branch accidentally exposed its butt again?"

"You know, our agents are very angry about the murder of their colleagues." The staffer helped to excuse.

"Pick me up the Chicago branch chief." Fries decided to ask again in person.

"Shxt!"

After asking about the latest progress of the investigation, his mood worsened, "The future Mr. Governor of Illinois has started to act, right?"

"Yes, he went to meet with the protest groups, the families of the black police officers, and he also made a speech that he would do everything he can to provide support for the front-line police officers in Cook County." The staff said: "The pressure of conservative whites and Vic McKee What happened to him gave him an excellent reason to intervene."

"Then APLUS also actively contacted African-American political figures such as Dingkins and Jesse Jackson in New York through the wedding? They are cooperating, right?" Frith asked.

"Maybe, but Peter is clearly more eager."

The staff put another piece of information in front of him, "Karl Letterman basically clarified the old case of wiretapping Mariah Carey. APLUS has obviously cooperated with those black policemen for many years, but as far as this case is concerned, they don't know much about it." Beyond the limits of the law, this is the testimony of Sean, one of the black police officers. He is our main breakthrough and has been successfully transferred to the New York branch. The wiretapping case is true, and all suspicious sources point to the former president of Sony Columbia Records. Tommy Motura, the current president of North Missoni Entertainment, is Mariah Carey's ex-boyfriend."

"I know, Giuliani raised the case with me on the phone."

Fries nodded, "Tommy Motura is of Italian descent, and has long been rumored to have an affair with the Mafia, so the New York police will continue to pursue it. We will just hand over the relevant investigation report to them."

"Okay, I'll tidy up and let Carl Letterman hand it over."

The staff agreed. He knew that his boss and the current mayor of New York, Giuliani, had fought against the Mafia for many years. When the Mafia was still prosperous, prosecutors like them worked with their heads on their waistbands all the year round. Being threatened with anonymous death is not a problem at all, so the two particularly hate Italians.

"As the benefactor of many politicians and the light of African Americans in the new department, it seems that the time for us to launch APLUS has not yet come. The Simpson case is too hot. When I went to the White House yesterday, the commander-in-chief was watching the trial live, and Al Gore was also..."

Fries thought for a while, "Let's put pressure on Peter first, since he is so active... As an African American, at least it is impossible for APLUS to take the initiative to recruit white supremacists. This is more like Peter deliberately creating an excuse for him to intervene in the case. For this reason, we must fulfill our prior promises and fight back severely.

Contacting the Department of Justice, I am launching a corruption investigation of the Chicago prosecutors and police force. "

"Okay, I'll do it right away." The staff went out.

"Let Carl Letterman hurry up, his time is running out, don't keep locking yourself in the interrogation room with the suspect and thinking that you can solve the case just by chatting." Fries said to the back of the staff: "Also, Seconded Jill Grayson from Las Vegas to Chicago to re-search the residences and office spaces of those black police officers, or any other suspicious places that we have the right to investigate."

"Yessir."

Carl Letterman was really hit by his words, and now he and his partner are interrogating Sean in the New York branch.

"Thank you for your help in the wiretapping case. According to the prior agreement, we will drop the charges against you in the 1988 case and other misconduct in the law enforcement process."

Carl Letterman hands Sean a document.

"OK, let me go then, and where is my lawyer?" Sean shrugged.

"Peter Flock's wife came just now. She wanted to represent you, but we refused on the grounds of interest. You can hire a lawyer yourself, or accept a lawyer appointed by the Chicago Police and Firefighters Union."

Carl Letterman turned on the TV while talking, and there was a picture of luxury cars passing by the gate of Bedford Hills, "APLUS didn't give you any help from the beginning to the end, you see, he is busy with his own grand wedding now. .”

"Low-level provocation."

Sean looked at the TV screen with his eyelids twitching, and he sneered disdainfully.

"Oh, by the way, your testimony seems to have upset the companions a bit."

Carl Letterman pressed the remote control, and the screen switched to the interrogation room, where the two stormtroopers were vehemently cursing at the interrogator: 'Sean is a traitor! ’ This sentence is very clear.

"Fxxk! You are using me!"

Sean was furious, "I didn't say anything against them!"

"But they are now facing perjury charges because of your deal with us." Carl Letterman said calmly.

"Low-level trick!" Sean lost control of his emotions again, and he slammed the table hard.

"Low-level but effective. Now you have entered the prisoner's dilemma. Whoever speaks first and cooperates with us will get the most favorable trading conditions. You know what we want."

Carl Letterman smiled at him.

"We didn't kill any of you, OK?" Sean propped his elbows on the table helplessly, holding his head in his hands.

"I agree, as long as you make things clear," Carl Letterman said.

"That day, our director personally commanded the capture of Sinaloa..."

Sean began to repeat what he had discussed with Vic, but under the constant interruption and questioning of the most perceptive psychology master, he quickly made mistakes and omissions...

In the early morning of the next day, Kasiti was staring at the TV in a daze. It was still the scene outside Bedford Hills. The hostess was excitedly introducing all kinds of extravagant details of the luxurious wedding of the two superstars.

"Cassidy, I won't accompany you to the protest site today."

Best friend Denise waited quietly for her to finish reading the entertainment news, walked behind her and said.

"Why?" Kasiti turned around and asked lonely.

"I don't feel comfortable being around white people."

Denise, a black girl, has already sensed the origins of those white people who are helping around Cassidy these days, "Especially the southern lawyer representing you, he must be a white supremacist, he looks at me with disapproval Disguised dislike and hatred. Did you hear him call you behind your back to those bikers? 'Our Aryan Goddess'..."

"I'm sorry Denise, if they hurt you...But now, I can only rely on them. They provide all-round help, and they are very effective."

Kasiti apologized in embarrassment, and she shed tears, "My father is still in the hospital, but my visitation application has been rejected repeatedly, and they are fighting for me to see my father, and everyone is saying that this lawsuit is too serious. Needs money, a lot of money, unions provide assistance lawyers are poor, I..."

"Oh, stop talking, Kasiti, I understand."

Denise hugged her and comforted her softly, "I just won't come to the event, but we can talk on the phone."

"Okay, thank you Denise, I'm running out of friends now," Cassidy sobbed.

"What about him?" Denise asked.

"His assistant always told me that he was getting married, and I thought, he would never be my friend again." Cassetti leaned on the other's shoulder with a hint of resentment in her eyes.

"He can always provide some financial support, right? Even if it's a loan, for him, Vic's legal fees are just a small amount of money..." Denise asked.

Kasiti shook her head, "His assistant said he wanted to avoid suspicion."

"Shxt, men are the ones who pull up their pants and turn their backs." Denise complained, "Then I won't be his fan anymore."

"Well, thank you Denise."

When sending Denise out of the house, the southern lawyer sitting on the back seat of the Harley arrived just in time. Denise rolled her eyes at him and drove away.

"Morning, Kasiti, I advise you to avoid associating with this kind of girl. I investigated her yesterday. Her brothers are all gang members." The Southern lawyer laughed.

"You are not allowed to investigate my friend."

Cassidy warned him angrily.

"It's a random thing, did you cry just now?" Nanfang's lawyer pointed to her eyes and changed the subject.

"Yes."

"Very good, keep it up, there will be a reporter to do an exclusive interview with you later, just keep it like this, uh, take off this pair of old-fashioned glasses, you will be more photogenic like that." Southern lawyer began to command.

"It's ironic, isn't it?"

Kasiti went back to the house to change contact lenses, "There are more and more media interviewing me, but my father's life is not even guaranteed."

"It's going to get better, you underestimated your father Cassidy, he seems to have been cooperating with us, I have this feeling, he is a professional."

The southern lawyer looked at Cassiti in the makeup mirror with admiration, "You are becoming more and more popular among our people. Every time your tenacity and personal image appear in the media, it can bring more money to the amount of fundraising. It’s a good increase, maybe after this matter is resolved, you can also devote yourself to our great cause.”

Kasiti didn't say anything when she heard this sentence, she silently picked up the powder and began to touch up her makeup.

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