Bang, bang...

The bar was full of messes, and two drunk white men fought, grabbed the wine bottles on the table and smashed them around.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting..." The girl working in the store jumped straight away, but she didn't dare to go forward to persuade her, so she could only shout from a distance.

A hint of pride and cunning flashed in the eyes of the two drunk men, and they kept swearing.

The movements under his hands were faster, bottles of wine hit the wall, and the wine cabinet at the bar and the expensive refrigerator were attacked.

While the two were about to blow up the 'TV' placed in the corner with a bottle, a big hand like an iron hoop pinched his wrist.

"Ah, fk, damn bastard, let go of your hand..." Feeling the strength on your wrist, the fat white man with a fat body roared and grabbed the other person's hair with his backhand.

A fat man turned around and pressed his back against the other person's waist, hooked his right hand back and grabbed his neck, and a fat man with a 200-pound pound hit the ground by a beautiful shoulder.

boom!

The entire tavern trembled and counted.

My companion who was holding the wine bottle next to me was stunned, his face was dull, and the wine bottle in his hand looked like a hot potato, and it was neither right to put it nor throw it away.

"Money." A voice suddenly came from behind.

Short hair, black suit, and the muscles underneath make the clothes look like they are about to burst.

What is even more worrying is that the other person's waist is full of bulging eyes, and you can tell that he is carrying a guy at a glance.

In the pub, the door that opened a gap was closed. Li Zitao was lying on the tatami and enjoying Xiangzi's massage.

"Are there many such things?" Li Zitao asked casually.

He had wondered why Jiabao suddenly mentioned Xiangzi's tavern, and now he has found the answer.

"Yeah." Xiangzi nodded hesitantly and said helplessly: "This is the thirteenth time since that incident happened."

Every time, he suffered serious losses, but he had no choice but to lose all his profits. How could Xiangzi forget it?

"I was careless." Li Zitao pinched her hand and said to himself, "I didn't expect it to be so serious."

He was not worried about the tavern business, but he cared about Xiangzi's mood and comfort.

As Jiabao's best friend and his daughter Lilith's friend, his personal "massist" Xiangzi did a good job in every identity.

"Ava..." The door was pushed open, "Tell James that if anything goes wrong here, I'll consider putting the sponsorship next year elsewhere."

Li Zitao has a lot of energy in New York, but he can't just say a word to let a police chief slap his butt and leave.

Especially James, a big celebrity who can sit on the throne of New York City Director.

But as a super rich man, he has money.

The green and ink-scented American knives donate no less than ten million to local police stations every year.

If you want to continue to receive this donation, you must find a way to satisfy Li Zitao, the financial supporter.

The lover of the financial backer's father was wronged, and the police deliberately helped him when they came, and they didn't even make a case, and they were blatantly racial inclination.

Li Zitao only needs to let this news out, and the New York City police can get James off the stage.

Because of this little thing, offending the money owner's father and reducing their originally small benefits, who would be willing to?

Blocking one's way of wealth is like killing one's parents.

The welfare of the police can be said to be the lowest among the public security, procuratorate and courts. It does the most dangerous work, but it has to do the most dangerous work.

This is also the reason why there are so many black police officers in the United States now.

In the final analysis, there is only one word; the money is not in place.

Fight against criminals?

Living in a dangerous area, my wife has to put a dozen condoms in her bag every day when she goes out, and her children go to a community school full of scum.

With old-fashioned elimination weapons, go against the rich and powerful mafia and gang. Who has the brain broken?

Since Li Zitao, the super rich man, came to New York, the situation in the New York Police Department has improved.

Millions of USD equipment improvement funds, safety subsidies, disability resignation subsidies, etc. every year, subsidies for various names make people feel lenient.

That's right, Li Zitao is bribing the entire New York police.

From top to bottom, from the Mounted Police to the Police, they were all targets of his bribe.

With his identity and a huge team of lawyers, they can take this money with confidence no matter what the name of the money is, and they don’t have to worry about being troubled by anyone.

Moreover, Li Zitao also planned to plan a community built specifically for the New York Police Department in West Central City.

Safe, comfortable, and elegant environment, children living here will be admitted to Dewey Western Union School first.

Under such a background, how could James dare to refuse his request?

If a mistake made the debtor's father dissatisfied and he would lose these benefits.

Those police officers who have enjoyed the benefits and are looking forward to living in the "police community" will not hesitate to be in the unmanned streets and alleys, allowing him to experience the taste of "black gun".

The facts are the same as Li Zitao guessed.

When he learned about the relationship between Xiangzi Tavern and Li Zitao, James, who was preparing to get on the strip club, instantly withered.

Put on your clothes and use the opposite speed of your figure, you drive in front of the pub compartment door.

"Boss, Director James is here." Asking James to wait at the door, Ava bowed slightly and whispered to the inside of the door.

Squeak...

The door was gently pushed open, and Kaori, wearing a kimono, walked out, but closed the door gently with her backhand.

"Sir, Director." He saluted James first, and when he wiped his forehead with his hands restlessly, he smiled and said, "Mr. Charlie is asleep. Do you need me to wake him up?"

"No, no, I'll just wait here." James waved his hand quickly, and the sweat was even more powerful.

When I think of him and his wife making a boast of Haikou two days ago, they will soon move to a high-end community in Manhattan, and their children will also enter Dewey College...

‘If it was messed up because of this little thing…’ James couldn’t help but tremble.

Moving back and forth uneasyly, James muttered a few words to his subordinates beside him, and soon his subordinate turned around and walked out.

Without the director's urging, he was not less worried than the director.

As an old sheriff in the police station, he must have his place in the first batch of houses, which is related to his own personal interests.

Moreover, he had long wanted to rescue his children from the garbage school where there was only violence and waste.

Although Dewey School does not prohibit black school rules that make him mind, he thought that they can visit Ivy League schools from fifth grade to study...

"Damn it, you're dead." Thinking of the two gangsters, the other party was so angry that his teeth itched.

The clenched fists were also clattering.

If they were in front of him now, he would have smashed the chins of the two idiots without hesitation and then transferred them to patrol the mafia's base camp.
Chapter completed!