As the saying goes, one stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Naxi's remarks were far more convincing and shocking than Deputy Director Reid.

The demonstrators outside the police station were stunned. No one expected this to happen.

Demonstrators also began to waver.

George is not dead?

George is a criminal?

Is George a murderer?

Although some people still shouted that George was a hero, most people had begun to have doubts.

The black female reporter refused to give up, but she also did not want to confront a black mother. She turned to Red and said, "Director Red, although you said that George is not dead, the demonstrators still don't believe it.

If George is really not dead, please ask him to stand up and let him tell everyone himself whether he is a criminal or not."

"That's right."

"George is dead."

"George is not a murderer, he is a hero!"

"Let George come out and speak, and we will believe it. Otherwise, we will not believe it."

The black female reporter said, "Director Reed, you heard it, this is the voice of the citizens."

Reid shook his head, "No, they can only represent a small group of extreme demonstrators and cannot represent the citizens of Los Angeles, and the citizens of Los Angeles do not want to be represented.

I know that many people are paying attention to George's incident, which is why I held a press conference.

I have made it very clear that George is not dead. He is currently facing prosecution on three counts, two of which are very serious.

He is currently under investigation and cannot appear publicly.

If you want to see him, you can go to his court hearing. Maybe this will help you understand George better.

That’s all I have to say, the press conference is over and everyone should leave.”

After Red finished speaking, the press conference was over, but the matter was not over yet.

The demonstrators were also in a state of panic.

Police say George is not dead.

If they saw George in person, they would give up, but the police refused to let George show up.

Ending the demonstration now would seem anticlimactic. There is still a small group of people who stubbornly believe that George is dead. We cannot believe what the police say. They are trying to hide the truth and deceive the public.

Let's continue with the demonstrations. It would be embarrassing if George is not dead and is really a murderer.

It's not like the black mother Naci is telling lies.

In short, this incident made the demonstrators angry, disgusting, and in a dilemma.

Demonstrations took place in many cities across the United States.

Until the TV station broadcast the Los Angeles Police Department's press conference live, public opinion on the entire incident began to reverse...

On August 11, George was brought to the court for a trial, which was the first time he appeared in public view after his arrest.

He was suspected of killing a 14-year-old boy, involved in printing and using counterfeit banknotes, and some of his past criminal records were uncovered.

People who gradually calmed down also saw George's true face. He was not a hero.

But criminals.

Parry Jones also saw George outside the court, and at this moment she gave up completely.

She was the one who reported the news of George's murder. She thought it was her chance to make a comeback. Who would have thought that she would become a joke?

George is not dead!

George is alive and well.

Marcus deceived himself?

Pari felt very angry and felt that she had been fooled. She took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Marcus, but finally gave up.

What right did she have to call Marcus?

Marcus never asked her to report the news, she had to do it herself.

If she hadn't been greedy, she wouldn't have gotten into this situation.

What's more, as long as Marcus replied, I was also deceived. I also thought that George was dead, and Pari had no way of knowing the truth.

Moving forward, does Luke know whether this news is true or false?

Or maybe everyone is a chess piece and this is the layout of the top management of the police department?

Pali sighed, her heart filled with helplessness. Regardless of the reason, she was used as a weapon.

I am the stupidest one.

None of these lapds are good.

…

eight pm.

Kamiya Bar.

Sitting on a round table were four people: Luke, Jackson, rookie patrolman John, and his partner Aphra.

"cheers!"

The four of them had a drink.

John said, "Deputy Luke, thank you for everything you did. If you hadn't prevented the assassination, George might have been killed.

Aphra and I will also suffer the same fate."

Aphra joked, "That's right. I was already prepared to take a long vacation. I have already bought a ticket to Hawaii."

Jackson ate a piece of pretzel and said, "I've always wondered why this matter is such a big deal.

Although William's arrest methods were indeed a bit excessive at the time, it was also because George resisted arrest first. There have been many similar incidents in the past, so why did this trigger a demonstration."

"I heard that demonstrations also took place in Washington. The White House was surrounded by demonstrators. Active-duty troops came out to maintain order, and the commander-in-chief was forced to hide in a shelter." Aphra lowered her voice and said,

"According to rumors, the commander-in-chief pounded the table angrily and even ordered the security forces to shoot at the demonstrators."

John guessed, "You mean, someone is using this matter to gain leadership."

"I don't know either, but I know the next election is coming soon."

John's eyes widened and he was a little surprised, "That is to say, we were involved in a political incident, which even affected the election of the President of the United States to a certain extent."

Aphra smiled and said, "Don't take yourself too seriously. We are just a few insignificant chess pieces. Besides, what does the so-called election mean? It's either left or right. I don't think there is much difference."

John looked curious, "Is there any other inside story? I still want to hear it."

"No."

John shrugged, as if he remembered something, "Deputy Luke, why didn't Detective Marcus come?"

Luke said, "He has something important to do today."

"More important than the American election?"

"Yes, to Marcus, the American election is nothing compared to tonight's events."

…

Big T-Bone Steak Restaurant.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the restaurant closed.

The waiters in the restaurant also left one after another.

Julian said goodbye to his colleagues, walked out of the restaurant with a small satchel on his back, and walked towards the east parking lot.

By this time, it was already dark, and the lights on both sides of the street were dim.

Julian faintly heard footsteps behind him, turned around and saw no trace of anyone.

She continued to walk forward, but this time she felt a little uneasy and quickened her pace.

"Da da..." She walked quickly, and the steps behind her became more urgent.

Feeling that she was being followed, she reached into her bag with her right hand and took out a spray bottle.

Then, she turned around suddenly, and she saw a man not far behind. He was standing in the shadow of the backlight, and his face could not be seen clearly, but he felt a little familiar.

"Julian, don't be nervous, it's me." Marcus walked out of the shadows.

Julian just breathed a sigh of relief and frowned again, "Marcus, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see how you were doing?"

"Thank you for your concern, but we have broken up. There is no need for you to come to see me."

Marcus looked at the other person, especially at Julian's belly, "Uh... I want to talk to you."

"We have nothing to talk about anymore." Julian turned to leave.

"Hey...are you pregnant?" Xiao Hei asked with a hint of trembling.
To be continued...