Chapter 165 160 Almost Mad and Scared to Death

Chapter 161 160. Almost angry and scared to death

In front of the Santa Barbara Police Department, hundreds of people's eyes were attracted to the video.

The same situation happened on the left, right, and behind the police station, completely surrounding the Santa Barbara Police Department.

The attention of a large number of unfamiliar passers-by was also attracted, and the number of people present exceeded at least 2,000.

In the picture, the door was violently pushed open, and a dozen police officers led by Tom Schneider broke in. Their words and appearance were clearly visible and audible.

"Attention everyone, follow the pre-arranged search and search carefully. This is Michael Jackson's bedroom, the most private place, and his criminal evidence must be hidden."

"Held, what are you doing! How can you find evidence like this? Break it, cut it open, there's probably something disgusting about that nigger hidden inside."

Crack!

Wow!

Stab!

The first floor was quickly destroyed. Tom Schneider came to the collection room of Maikou on the second floor. When he saw the exquisite collections displayed, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his expression was clearly captured.

bump! bump! bump!

Toy, take it apart!

Figure, smash it!

Records and CDs, break them apart and stomp them to pieces!

Comic books, tear them into pieces!

"Well, sir, according to your request, we did not find any evidence related to child molestation. If we continue to search, we will have to smash the wall."

"Forget it, it seems there really isn't one here. It must have been hidden somewhere else by Jackson."

"After all, with the 1993 case, this pedophile must have heightened his vigilance. It is impossible for us to find evidence easily."

Finally, a group of police officers who were no different from robbers shamelessly almost demolished the house and ended the search.

The video ends here, but the screening does not end. Eric will let people play it on a loop, just to put pressure on these shameless bastards.

After watching the video, everyone immediately turned their angry gazes to Tom Schneider and several police officers not far away. They were all involved in this vicious action.

The reporters were the first to react. They picked up their microphones and cameras and rushed over, fearing that the other party would run away.

The people who were brought along by them all rushed over. The people who had been hired were filled with anger, and their angry roars were about to shatter the glass of the police station.

"Prosecutor Schneider, is the content of the video true?"

"What's the police's explanation for this?"

"FUCK! What a bunch of robbers!"

Several policemen subconsciously touched their waists, and then realized that they didn't have guns with them. But in this case, what would happen if they did? Who dares to drive!

Tom Schneider was so frightened that his face turned pale and his mind went blank. He was picked up and quickly retreated into the police station, and then closed the door and locked it.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

There were constant knocks and banging on the door, and Brown Howard ran over with a group of people.

"What's going on? What happened? Aren't you asked to appease the people's emotions?"

But Tom Schneider was speechless and his eyes were blank. All he could think about was the end of his political career.

There has been such a big scandal. If you want to use the prosecutor as a springboard to run for Congress, don't even think about it.

In order to quell public anger, an explanation must be given to the public, and for the sake of votes, the city government will definitely remove him from his post.

If it's not enough, he will be taken to court and eventually jailed.

These police officers are better off. At least they have reason to refute that they acted under orders and could not help themselves. They will definitely be investigated and punished, but the severity will be lighter.

After listening to his subordinate's report and looking at the many figures outside through the glass, Brown Howard suddenly had a splitting headache.

If such a big thing happens, his career will be affected. This is his second year as director, why is he so unlucky!

The anger in his eyes could not be restrained at all, he pointed at Tom Schneider and shouted: "Asshole! Is this guy going to kill us? Get out! Let him disappear from my eyes!"

Several policemen hurriedly helped people escape. Brown Howard was sweating on his forehead as he hurriedly thought of countermeasures.

"Director, this is not the way to go. Should we use means to drive them away? For example, tear gas." A captain suggested.

But in an instant, he was met with the director's look like he was looking at an idiot.

"Has your fucking head grown to your butt? You have to take your time to use means. Now we are more hateful than the Soviets. Do you want us to become Afghans?"

The captain who made the suggestion immediately shrank his head and acted like an ostrich. Brown Howard asked angrily: "Think of a solution quickly. Who has any reliable countermeasures?"

After a moment of pause, a deputy director said nonchalantly: "Director, I think it's better to let Michael Jackson come forward. Now only he can calm the anger of these people and at least get through the current crisis first."

"Yes, Jackson, Jackson, only he can do it now."

The group of people hurriedly ran to the interrogation room, where they also heard faint roars outside.

Maikou looked outside curiously: "There seems to be some movement, it sounds very noisy."

Messerio didn't know what Eric had done, but he knew that the movement must have been caused by the young man.

He patted Maikou on the back and comforted him, saying, "It's okay, we'll be out soon."

At this time, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and Brown Howard walked in.

Unlike the anger just now, his face was full of smiles and apologies, just like Ochumelov.

Just as he said just now, we have become Soviets.

Signaling the police in the room to leave, Brown Howard smiled and introduced himself: "Hello Mr. Jackson, I am Brown Howard, the police chief of Santa Barbara, and also your fan."

"Your thrill is really great. I went to the Dangerous Tour concert. It was a wonderful memory."

Michael looked at the other person in confusion, with question marks in his mind. What's going on?

He said hesitantly: "Hello, Chief Brown, thank you for your support, but now seems not the time to talk about these things."

"Of course, of course, I know, I came here to inform you that the inquiry is over and you can leave the police station and go home."

Hearing this, Michael looked at the lawyer next to him, Meserio, who asked: "What's the result? My client has been detained for more than ten hours, there must be a result."

Brown Howard smiled and said: "Of course there is no problem, there is no evidence that Mr. Jackson is related to pedophilia, and I must apologize on behalf of the Santa Barbara Police Department. We will definitely compensate for the losses caused during the search."

"Of course, I also hope that Mr. Jackson understands that I just learned about this matter myself. Everything was organized by Tom Schneider."

"What he did is a blasphemy and trampling of the law. I will definitely report it to the city government. Please believe that the government will definitely give Mr. Jackson justice."

Michael already knew the situation at home. Although he was heartbroken, the matter was done and could not be reversed.

He stood up and said, "I also believe that the law will stand on the side of justice, so let's stop here."

"Wait, Mr. Jackson, there is another thing I hope to get your help with. You should have heard the voices outside, from reporters and your fans."

"I sincerely apologize to you again. I hope you can calm everyone's emotions and not let the situation get worse."

Michael looked at Meserio, who nodded.

"Okay, I will be interviewed after I get out anyway."

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

Outside the police station, a group of people were waiting anxiously, and their scolding almost blew off the roof of the police station.

Half an hour later, the door opened again, and Michael came out, followed by Brown Howard and Meserio.

Seeing the electronic screen facing the gate of the police station not far away, Michael instantly understood that the only one who had the ability to make such a big noise in a short time was Eric.

Although Chuanbao was also very powerful, his influence was concentrated in the real estate field, and he could not compare with Eric in terms of public opinion.

When they saw the real owner, the reporters immediately pounced on him like rabbits, and the noise became louder and louder. Brown Howard was sweating profusely, and he had already greeted all the women in Tom Schneider's family again and again in his heart.

Michael stood on the steps and raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

Then he said: "Thank you very much for coming to support me. I have a lot to say to you, but now I can only say that I love you!"

"Oh"

Everyone cheered.

Then Michael briefly talked about his experience from yesterday to today. Brown Howard's eyelids were twitching again, and he could only pray that Michael didn't say anything bad.

"Michael, I guess you have also seen the video on the big screen. What do you think?" asked the reporter from the Free People's Newspaper.

Michael shook his head: "It's heartbreaking. They shouldn't do this. This is not what a prosecutor should do. This behavior seriously infringes on my rights. I will reserve the right to sue."

"Then may I ask if the police found any evidence from the Dream Manor? Do you understand what evidence I'm talking about?"

"No, there is no evidence at all. Even if my home has been destroyed like this, you can ask Chief Brown if you don't believe me."

When they heard that the police chief was standing behind Michael, everyone's eyes immediately fell on him. Looking at the anger, Howard Brown suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He could only nod: "Mr. Jackson is right. The police did not find any evidence about this case."

"This violent search was also entirely Tom Schneider's personal behavior. The government will definitely give the public a satisfactory answer."

The reporter of the Los Angeles Times pointed the camera at: "Michael, you have been detained in the police station for more than 12 hours. Since the police violently destroyed your home, have you personally suffered violence?"

Faced with this question, Michael said nothing, but turned his back to everyone silently.

Meserio carefully lifted his sleeves, and saw two long bloodstains on his arms, which looked shocking under the sun.

There was a burst of crazy shooting below, and the reporters were extremely excited. The materials were getting richer and bigger.

They even began to look forward to the trial at the end of the month, wondering what big news would happen at that time.

"Okay, my speech ends here. If anyone wants to know more, they can come to Dream Manor. I also hope that everyone will not surround the police station to avoid delaying the normal police dispatch and affecting those who need help."

Michael's words immediately made everyone feel unbearable.

He really is, I'm crying!

On the other hand, Brown Howard almost fainted when he saw the bloodstains.

With his experience, he could naturally see that it was caused by friction due to being tortured for too long.

But damn, I can swear that I really didn't know there was such a thing, and I can only continue to curse Tom Schneider in my heart.

After saying that, Michael left. Some people and reporters followed him to Neverland Manor, and some reporters began to block Brown Howard.

As for the group of people hired by Chen Xing, they naturally continued to block the police station. He had already paid for three days. If it was not enough, they would continue. Anyway, demonstrations were very popular in the United States.

Of course, in theory, demonstrations in the United States must also be reported to the government in advance, otherwise the police can take necessary measures.

But this time the police really didn't make any sense, so under the premise of maintaining restraint, they could only turn a blind eye to avoid further escalation of the conflict.

Neverland Manor, Michael and a group of reporters arrived one after another.

From a distance, you can see the electronic screen at the gate, and the video is playing in a loop.

Taking the reporters to where he lives, Michael said: "If you need it, you can go in and shoot."

Hearing this, the reporters went in to shoot first-hand information, and then in Michael's bedroom, they saw two Playboys exposed in the ruins.

After clearing the clutter and revealing the cover, it was his old friend Madonna and Charlie's Angels Drew Barrymore.

The reporters couldn't help but smile and took close-up shots.

When the filming was over, Asherkin was already waiting outside.

"Dear journalist friends, if you need this video, please follow me. Everyone can copy it."

The reporters were taken away by Asherkin, and everything was arranged clearly.

Eric never showed up from beginning to end. It's better to hide behind the scenes for such things. It's not difficult for someone to investigate, but there's no need to expose yourself.

"Welcome home!"

Eric and Michael hugged each other.

"Eric, thank you, you always show up when I'm in trouble, like an angel in my life."

Siti brought a private doctor to give Michael medicine. Eric was relieved when he saw that the doctor was white.

Because he remembered that Michael's direct cause of death was an overdose of drugs, and the murderer was his private doctor.

He couldn't remember the name, but he remembered that the doctor was black.

"Doctor, is the injury serious?"

"Nothing serious, just superficial injuries."

Then the few people were relieved, and Eric said: "I will make these people pay the price!"

"Haha. With this video, Tom Schneider is doomed. As for how the situation will eventually evolve, it depends on the extent of public opinion fermentation."

"Of course, the bigger the better, I haven't used all my tricks yet!"