Chapter 73 District Attorney and Investigation
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
central Park.
Dax meets John.
He seems to be going crazy these days.
John glanced at the energetic Dax and asked casually: "Don't you have insomnia?"
Release the negative emotions in your heart and use them to fight crime, allowing Dax to sleep extra soundly.
"Not anymore." Dax held a sandwich in his hand and put it in his mouth.
John threw out a handful of bread at random, and doves flew down to eat the bread.
"Did you do the explosion at the dock?" John said.
"No, that's not me."
Dax denies it.
There was an explosion at the dock, which was Pushkin's business, and all the crude oil disappeared.
"It's your friend, Mr. Wick."
Dax said respectfully: "There was a kidnapping case in the IKEA department store. An outside gang kidnapped employees, but it was solved by one person."
"When the FBI got involved in the investigation, I deleted some records." Dax said and looked at John.
John smiled and said: "You did the right thing, my friend has less trouble."
There are people in the court who are good at handling things.
As an FBI field officer, Dax took the initiative to delete Robert's images without his own request, which has shown that he is completely on John's side.
"Also, the district attorney checked on the Wick family."
District attorneys, also known as district attorneys, have tremendous power in their cities.
Such people have high authority in the local judicial system, and the police department also needs to look at the other party's attitude.
"She may want to get a handle to contain you, or make a deal with you. Her investigation was kept quiet. I feel that she wants to contact you privately."
John listened quietly and finished scattering the bread in his hand.
He clapped his hands and said, "Then let her check, Dax, you seem to be injured."
Dax paused, opened and clenched his left hand uncomfortably, and said awkwardly, "It's not serious."
"There aren't many people in Hell's Kitchen who can do you harm."
John motioned for Dax to hold out his left hand.
There was a large bruise on his arm, which showed the power of Matt's stick.
John touched the palm of his hand and whispered softly: "Healing is as good as ever (episkey)"
The injured area quickly returned to its original color. Dax moved his hands, but it still felt incredible.
John let go, looked into Dax's eyes, and said, "Are you angry and confused?"
"I...yes, sir." Facing those eyes, Dax had a feeling of being seen through, which made him unable to lie, and said honestly, "Am I saving people?"
"Are you confused about this?" John laughed and asked, "What do you think?"
"I obviously saved a family yesterday," Dax said confusedly, "but they were not grateful to me, but rather afraid."
"Killing scares people," John said, shaking his head. "It's the killing they're afraid of, not you."
"What's the difference?" Dax asked.
John told him, "Fear of being powerful is everyone's innate first reaction. It doesn't matter whether you saved them or whether your heart begged for gratitude for the action you took. What matters is the result."
"You saved their family, that's a fact. Without you, they would have died at gunpoint."
"After calming down, those people will start to think about what kind of tragedy it would have been if you didn't show up that day."
"Killing and saving people are all about the outcome." John said calmly, "If a doctor saves a murderer, does that mean he is not guilty?"
Dax was lost in thought, his confused eyes gradually brightening.
Seeing this, John stood up and patted his shoulder, "Next time we meet, tell me proudly that you are a hero."
He slowly walked away, and Dax nodded vigorously.
What really suits him is a hero in the dark.
Even though he is not so aboveboard, he can convert his violent murderous intention into doing good deeds instead of suppressing his development and becoming the villain of other heroes.
...
Hattie always went out of her way to find John.
Even if John went to the park to feed the pigeons, she would not let John go.
Being pulled into the company, John began to think about whether to find another assistant.
"I need to remind you that someone came to the company to investigate today."
Hattie placed the file in front of John, who was lying on the table, his eyes dull.
My original intention was just to take a vacation.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Hattie put the pen into the disheartened John's hand, stood aside and supervised and said: "The company has some bills that are not legal, and Mr. Olof has gone to deal with them."
"Then it'll be fine." John turned the pen with his fingers, and the ink was sucked back when it was about to fly out. "Olov will solve everything."
Hattie was noncommittal about this, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. The woman who came today is the district attorney."
"Oh?" John raised his eyes, thinking of what Dax said, and asked, "Has Olof come back?"
"He hasn't come back yet."
As soon as Hattie spoke, he looked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and changed his words: "I'm back now."
The extended Lincoln parked downstairs, and Olof got out of the car and went straight to John's office.
The elevator door opened and he came in cursing.
"Fake, that bitch of Samantha Reyes dares to threaten us!"
Olof walked in and walked back and forth in the office angrily with his hands on his hips, "She found out about our deal with the hotel, and now she is going to use this thing to blackmail us into solving the trouble for her, Farke!"
He was so angry that he never stopped talking.
From time to time, two curse words in other languages popped out.
As the CEO and second shareholder of Taran Industries, when had he been humiliated like this?
Even those who used to work in the Ministry of National Defense had to give themselves some face. How dare a district attorney point at her chest and ask her to work for her?
Who is she?
"You're not going to kill her, are you?" John glanced at Hattie and saw that she didn't respond, and said calmly, "That's illegal."
"You don't need to do anything." Olof walked to the unopened wine cabinet, took out the wine, poured out a glass and drank it directly. He put the glass down hard and said fiercely, "I will let her know who is the boss of New York." guy!"
"Well, that's a good idea." John pointed to Hattie next to him, "Aren't you going to avoid other people?"
Olof was stunned, "She's not yours?"
"That being said, she was just working, not selling it to me." John said helplessly, "Now you have an insider in your plan."
Orlov, who was originally planning to find a few gangsters to kill Reyes, was dumbfounded. Who knows, the assistant you can't live without all day long is not the kind who works hard.
Hattie smiled, not looking dangerous at all.
Olof hesitated and said to Hattie: "I will give you a Miami villa, can you use it as hush money?"
Hattie smiled politely and said, "I am from Columbia Law School, Mr. Orlov."
"Okay, you guys who kill without blood." Olof looked unhappy.
He also gradually calmed down, and killing the prosecutor in New York openly seemed to have a big impact.
John looked at him and looked like he was so angry that his brain was bleeding. He touched his chin and said, "Dad didn't prepare a backup plan for those things?"
"That crazy woman has something wrong with her mind." Orlov said angrily, "Those things are all tacit business deals."
"Those in the government are tacitly agreeing to our deal, like a white list."
Hattie's expression moved slightly.
whitelist?
After hearing this, John calmed down the angry man and said, "Then just let her have no evidence."
Hearing his optimistic words, Olof frowned slightly, "You don't know, John."
"Those things are a tacit agreement between us and the government. We maintain order and they do not interfere."
"Few people will take the risk to admit this. If your father is here, he can persuade those high-ranking officials to put pressure." Orlov shook his head, "It's a pity that your father still doesn't know where he is."
"We'll have help," John chuckled, "not just my dad."
This surprised Olof. To put it bluntly, a tacit understanding of business requires an honest person.
And it just so happened that John's father was that kind of person.
There is nothing more trustworthy than a transparent person who knows everything.
So many things do not require a paper contract.
John wanted to find someone who could put pressure on the district attorney, but Orlov was not optimistic about it.
After all, the district attorney's power in the local area is ridiculous.
...
Dax meets John.
He seems to be going crazy these days.
John glanced at the energetic Dax and asked casually: "Don't you have insomnia?"
Release the negative emotions in your heart and use them to fight crime, allowing Dax to sleep extra soundly.
"Not anymore." Dax held a sandwich in his hand and put it in his mouth.
John threw out a handful of bread at random, and doves flew down to eat the bread.
"Did you do the explosion at the dock?" John said.
"No, that's not me."
Dax denies it.
There was an explosion at the dock, which was Pushkin's business, and all the crude oil disappeared.
"It's your friend, Mr. Wick."
Dax said respectfully: "There was a kidnapping case in the IKEA department store. An outside gang kidnapped employees, but it was solved by one person."
"When the FBI got involved in the investigation, I deleted some records." Dax said and looked at John.
John smiled and said: "You did the right thing, my friend has less trouble."
There are people in the court who are good at handling things.
As an FBI field officer, Dax took the initiative to delete Robert's images without his own request, which has shown that he is completely on John's side.
"Also, the district attorney checked on the Wick family."
District attorneys, also known as district attorneys, have tremendous power in their cities.
Such people have high authority in the local judicial system, and the police department also needs to look at the other party's attitude.
"She may want to get a handle to contain you, or make a deal with you. Her investigation was kept quiet. I feel that she wants to contact you privately."
John listened quietly and finished scattering the bread in his hand.
He clapped his hands and said, "Then let her check, Dax, you seem to be injured."
Dax paused, opened and clenched his left hand uncomfortably, and said awkwardly, "It's not serious."
"There aren't many people in Hell's Kitchen who can do you harm."
John motioned for Dax to hold out his left hand.
There was a large bruise on his arm, which showed the power of Matt's stick.
John touched the palm of his hand and whispered softly: "Healing is as good as ever (episkey)"
The injured area quickly returned to its original color. Dax moved his hands, but it still felt incredible.
John let go, looked into Dax's eyes, and said, "Are you angry and confused?"
"I...yes, sir." Facing those eyes, Dax had a feeling of being seen through, which made him unable to lie, and said honestly, "Am I saving people?"
"Are you confused about this?" John laughed and asked, "What do you think?"
"I obviously saved a family yesterday," Dax said confusedly, "but they were not grateful to me, but rather afraid."
"Killing scares people," John said, shaking his head. "It's the killing they're afraid of, not you."
"What's the difference?" Dax asked.
John told him, "Fear of being powerful is everyone's innate first reaction. It doesn't matter whether you saved them or whether your heart begged for gratitude for the action you took. What matters is the result."
"You saved their family, that's a fact. Without you, they would have died at gunpoint."
"After calming down, those people will start to think about what kind of tragedy it would have been if you didn't show up that day."
"Killing and saving people are all about the outcome." John said calmly, "If a doctor saves a murderer, does that mean he is not guilty?"
Dax was lost in thought, his confused eyes gradually brightening.
Seeing this, John stood up and patted his shoulder, "Next time we meet, tell me proudly that you are a hero."
He slowly walked away, and Dax nodded vigorously.
What really suits him is a hero in the dark.
Even though he is not so aboveboard, he can convert his violent murderous intention into doing good deeds instead of suppressing his development and becoming the villain of other heroes.
...
Hattie always went out of her way to find John.
Even if John went to the park to feed the pigeons, she would not let John go.
Being pulled into the company, John began to think about whether to find another assistant.
"I need to remind you that someone came to the company to investigate today."
Hattie placed the file in front of John, who was lying on the table, his eyes dull.
My original intention was just to take a vacation.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Hattie put the pen into the disheartened John's hand, stood aside and supervised and said: "The company has some bills that are not legal, and Mr. Olof has gone to deal with them."
"Then it'll be fine." John turned the pen with his fingers, and the ink was sucked back when it was about to fly out. "Olov will solve everything."
Hattie was noncommittal about this, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. The woman who came today is the district attorney."
"Oh?" John raised his eyes, thinking of what Dax said, and asked, "Has Olof come back?"
"He hasn't come back yet."
As soon as Hattie spoke, he looked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and changed his words: "I'm back now."
The extended Lincoln parked downstairs, and Olof got out of the car and went straight to John's office.
The elevator door opened and he came in cursing.
"Fake, that bitch of Samantha Reyes dares to threaten us!"
Olof walked in and walked back and forth in the office angrily with his hands on his hips, "She found out about our deal with the hotel, and now she is going to use this thing to blackmail us into solving the trouble for her, Farke!"
He was so angry that he never stopped talking.
From time to time, two curse words in other languages popped out.
As the CEO and second shareholder of Taran Industries, when had he been humiliated like this?
Even those who used to work in the Ministry of National Defense had to give themselves some face. How dare a district attorney point at her chest and ask her to work for her?
Who is she?
"You're not going to kill her, are you?" John glanced at Hattie and saw that she didn't respond, and said calmly, "That's illegal."
"You don't need to do anything." Olof walked to the unopened wine cabinet, took out the wine, poured out a glass and drank it directly. He put the glass down hard and said fiercely, "I will let her know who is the boss of New York." guy!"
"Well, that's a good idea." John pointed to Hattie next to him, "Aren't you going to avoid other people?"
Olof was stunned, "She's not yours?"
"That being said, she was just working, not selling it to me." John said helplessly, "Now you have an insider in your plan."
Orlov, who was originally planning to find a few gangsters to kill Reyes, was dumbfounded. Who knows, the assistant you can't live without all day long is not the kind who works hard.
Hattie smiled, not looking dangerous at all.
Olof hesitated and said to Hattie: "I will give you a Miami villa, can you use it as hush money?"
Hattie smiled politely and said, "I am from Columbia Law School, Mr. Orlov."
"Okay, you guys who kill without blood." Olof looked unhappy.
He also gradually calmed down, and killing the prosecutor in New York openly seemed to have a big impact.
John looked at him and looked like he was so angry that his brain was bleeding. He touched his chin and said, "Dad didn't prepare a backup plan for those things?"
"That crazy woman has something wrong with her mind." Orlov said angrily, "Those things are all tacit business deals."
"Those in the government are tacitly agreeing to our deal, like a white list."
Hattie's expression moved slightly.
whitelist?
After hearing this, John calmed down the angry man and said, "Then just let her have no evidence."
Hearing his optimistic words, Olof frowned slightly, "You don't know, John."
"Those things are a tacit agreement between us and the government. We maintain order and they do not interfere."
"Few people will take the risk to admit this. If your father is here, he can persuade those high-ranking officials to put pressure." Orlov shook his head, "It's a pity that your father still doesn't know where he is."
"We'll have help," John chuckled, "not just my dad."
This surprised Olof. To put it bluntly, a tacit understanding of business requires an honest person.
And it just so happened that John's father was that kind of person.
There is nothing more trustworthy than a transparent person who knows everything.
So many things do not require a paper contract.
John wanted to find someone who could put pressure on the district attorney, but Orlov was not optimistic about it.
After all, the district attorney's power in the local area is ridiculous.
...
