Chapter 351: : treacherous

The answer Ferdinand finally got from Marvel.

When he came in, the other party gave him a newspaper.

There is a page in the "Washington Post" that reads in bold: hand? !

What the hell, the media likes to do this kind of messy and introductory title, with a photo of Ferdinand next to it.

He quickly picked it up and read it word by word in a panic.

"Fack! Fack!"

The meaning above is obvious, and Alden is the instigator behind the scenes.

Ferdinand grabbed the table, his face flushed, and he asked Marvell, "Why did the reporter know about our conversation?"

"I'm sorry, this is my work mistake, but I have to admit that sometimes it's not safe in prison." Marvell didn't explain, but apologized in a regretful tone, crossed his fingers, and put it on the table, "Then It's just an answer between our friends, but now that the reporter is published in the newspaper, I can't control it, maybe..."

Marvell paused, and leaned forward slightly, "Maybe, someone wants to take revenge on you?"

revenge?

Ferdinand's pupils shrank.

That Asian is going to kill himself?

Very likely!

"Maybe you don't know that the public opinion outside has pushed you to the top. You may have nothing to do with Alden, but you also met his lawyer today. I think he is very upset with you now."

The name Alden was actually mentioned by Ferdinand when he was reading the newspaper, and then he said it casually, and it was published in the newspaper.

He no longer believed Marvell in front of him.

Maybe because he noticed the sense of distance and distrust in the eyes of the other party, Marvell leaned back, took out a document from the drawer, and pushed it in front of Ferdinand, "Or, only we can save you."

The latter lowered his head and glanced at the documents.

"FBI."

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"Your behavior has seriously violated the law, threatening the lives of others, and you will be charged with first-degree murder. I think you have to sleep in another place. You are welcome in the California prison." Marvell still has a sense of humor.

But Ferdinand couldn't laugh if he wanted to.

The full name of this California prison is San Quentin State Prison, California. Most of the prisons are serious criminals. The average prison term is 17 years, and the life inside is monotonous. They cherish the "friends" from outside, even because of the distribution of benefits inside. Uneven and big fights, for them, one life is also a burden, and two lives are also a burden.

Those who went in were almost waiting to die.

"The only way for you to survive now is to cooperate with us and become a tainted witness, so that you can be protected, otherwise, our FBI will not protect any criminals." Marvell said justice, stood up, picked up the table hat, and patted Ferdinand on the shoulder, "Think about it yourself, I think you should choose to cooperate with justice. I still have something to do, you sit here and think about it slowly."

Marvell simply left after finishing speaking.

Ferdinand was left alone in the office to take stock of the pros and cons.

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Although Marvell's words are correct, the public opinion outside is not as indignant as he said.

After all, for many people, this matter is just a topic of eating melons.

On the contrary, the judiciary and the wealthy class are more concerned about this matter. The latter are worried about their own safety, while the former are more concerned about how to get close to the latter. In capitalism, nothing can be separated from money.

Like a president, he's just a president.

And the big guys on Wall Street, they are not just big guys.

But this news tends to become less and more intense. Tang Dao is behind the fuel, and many people behind are fanning the flames, which ignites the points of several departments in Washington at once. Of course, Bureau J bears the brunt.

"Case No. 217!" The director slapped the table, "Who can tell me what's going on? There have been so many fights in the past three days, Fuck, are they all full and have nothing to do, and are planning to vent their anger?" ?"

The subordinates carrying the stars below also looked cautious.

Everett was playing with a pen in his hand, turning it in his hand, but he accidentally dropped it on the ground, with a loud click, very crisp, but in this quiet conference room, it was like thunder. There was a loud noise, which attracted everyone's attention, and a few of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The person who came out to be scolded was finally found. He may be late, but he will not be absent.

Sure enough, the director's eyes were filled with "killing" spirit, and he looked at him unkindly, almost gnashing his teeth, "Mr. Everett, do you have something to tell me? Or are you going to explain why you fired consecutive shots?" the behavior of?"

Everett's scalp was numb, he stiffened his head, "That's why they wanted to attack me."

"Attack you? With what? Fists? Or eyes? You have been charged with illegal use of weapons! Haven't you caused me enough trouble?" own dissatisfaction.

"BOSS, actually, I think this is premeditated. I have found that most of these people are related to the illegal organization of "Son of the Sun" in Washington, and according to the latest intelligence, behind this organization is the world Biggest outlaw syndicate fraternity. "

Everett had done his homework, and his words shocked the director and everyone present.

The name Brotherhood is too famous. Although their headquarters are in Mexico, they are all in North America. They have a strong reputation, and the other party often transports a small amount of flour to Eagle Sauce through illegal channels. It is also very popular on the wanted list. fame.

"Are you sure?" the chief asked, frowning.

"That's what my informant told me." Everett pushed the responsibility quickly, anyway, he didn't say it himself, so he can't bear the blame.

"What are they trying to do? Are they trying to overwhelm the prison?"

One Chief J couldn't help opening his mouth and said something that he thought was humorous, but no one laughed except himself. Instead, they looked at him like a fool. The rattling sound gradually decreased until it became silent.

"Boss, I think this incident must have something to do with that Asian."

Everett was still adding to the flames at this time, and before he finished speaking, he was glared at by the leader, "Don't make trouble for me, he is a victim."

But intuition told Everett that it was not that simple.

It seemed that he had also been involved in a whirlpool.

"Dong dong dong..." When the director was about to continue~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There was a knock on the door, and a female police officer opened the door, "Boss, some gentlemen are looking for you."

The director looked at the men standing behind her, nodded slightly, told the subordinates to sit first, and walked out by himself.

"Hey, Everett, who do you think they are?" His partner touched him with his elbow and smelled it curiously.

"What else could it be? Look at the dress, it's so shameless, and the hair is combed so high, no, except for them, I'm afraid there is no one in that department who can be so arrogant."

"Maybe it's the tax office?" the partner asked rhetorically.

Everett rolled his eyes, "Did the tax department come to collect taxes from prisoners?"

The partner was taken aback by the question, scratched his head, and hesitated, "It seems that there is also a possibility."

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