Chapter 251 Identity
As the saying goes, one stone stirs up a thousand waves.
Naxi's remarks are far more convincing and shocking than Reid, the deputy director.
The demonstrators outside the police station were stunned, no one expected this to happen.
The demonstrators also began to waver.
George is not dead?
George is a criminal?
George is the murderer?
Although some people still chanted George as a hero, most people have begun to question it.
The black female reporter refused to stop here, but she also didn’t want to confront a black mother, so she turned to Rhett and said, “Director Rhett, 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 whether he is a criminal or not. "
"Exactly."
"George is dead."
"George is not a murderer, but a hero!"
"Let George speak out and we'll believe it, otherwise we wouldn't believe it."
The black female reporter said, "Director Rhett, you heard it. This is the voice of the citizens."
Rett shook his head, "No, they can only represent a small group of extreme demonstrators, they cannot represent the citizens of Los Angeles, and the citizens of Los Angeles do not want to be represented.
I know a lot of people are following the George story, which is why I'm holding a press conference.
I have made it very clear that George is not dead. He is currently facing three charges, two of which are very serious.
He is still in the investigation stage and cannot make a public appearance.
You want to see him, you can go to his trial, maybe this will help you understand George better.
That's all I want to say, the press conference is over, everyone should leave. "
After Rhett finished speaking, the press conference is over, but this matter is not over yet.
The demonstrators were also a little bit hard to get off.
Police say George is not dead.
If they saw George himself, they would give up, but the police refused to let George show up.
Ending the demonstration now will appear anticlimactic, and a small group of people stubbornly believe that George is dead. The police cannot believe it. They are trying to deceive the public.
Let’s continue the demonstrations. If George is really not dead, but really a murderer, it would be embarrassing.
That black mother Naxi doesn't look like she's lying.
In short, this incident made the demonstrators very angry and disgusted, and they were in a dilemma.
There are demonstrations in many cities in the United States.
Until the TV station broadcast the press conference of the Los Angeles Police Department live, the public opinion of the whole incident also began to reverse...
On August 11, George was taken to the court to participate in the trial, which was also the first time he appeared in public view after being arrested.
He was suspected of killing a 14-year-old boy, participating in the printing and use of counterfeit banknotes, and some of his past cases were picked up.
People who gradually calmed down also saw George's true face, he is not a hero.
but criminals.
Pari Jones also saw George outside the court, and at this moment she completely gave up.
The news that George was killed was broadcast by her. She thought it was a chance for her to stand up. Who ever wanted to turn herself into a joke.
George is not dead!
George is alive and well.
Marcus deceived himself?
Pari felt very angry, feeling that she was being played, took out her mobile phone and tried to call Marcus, but finally gave up.
What right did she have to call Marcus?
Marcus never asked her to broadcast the news, she did it herself.
If she wasn't greedy, she wouldn't be in 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.
Pushing forward, does Luke know whether the news is true or not?
Or, everyone is a pawn, is this the high-level layout of the police station?
Pari sighed, feeling helpless in her heart, no matter what the reason was, she was being used as a gun.
I am the stupidest one.
This group of lapds, there is no good thing.
…
eight pm.
Camia bar.
Sitting on a round table are Luke, Jackson, rookie patrolman John, and his partner Aphra.
"cheers!"
The four had a drink.
John said, "Lieutenant Luke, thank you for everything you have done. If you hadn't prevented the assassination, George might have been killed.
Aphra and I will also be unlucky. "
Aphra joked, "That's right, I was already prepared to take a long vacation, and I have already bought a ticket to Hawaii."
Jackson ate a pretzel and said, "I've always wondered, why is this such a big deal?
Although William’s arrest method at the time was indeed a bit extreme, it was also because George resisted arrest first. There have been many similar incidents before, so why this time it triggered demonstrations. "
"I heard that demonstrations also took place in Washington DC. The White House was surrounded by demonstrators. The active military 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 gossip, the commander-in-chief slapped the table angrily, and even ordered the security forces to shoot at the demonstrators."
John guessed, "You mean, someone is going to use this to set up a grand commander."
“I don’t know either, but I know the date of the next election is coming.”
John stared wide-eyed, a little surprised, "In other words, we were involved in a political incident, which even affected the election of the US President to a certain extent."
Aphra laughed, "Don't think too much about yourself. We are just a few insignificant pawns. Besides, what is the meaning of the so-called general election? It is either left or right. I don't think there is much difference."
John showed a curious look, "Any other inside stories? I still want to hear."
"No."
John shrugged, as if thinking of something, "Deputy Luke, why didn't Detective Marcus come?"
Luke said, "He has something very important today."
"More important than the US election?"
"Yes, for Marcus, the American election is nothing compared to what happened tonight."
…
T-Bone Steakhouse.
After eight o'clock in the evening, the restaurant closed.
The waiters in the restaurant also left one after another.
Julian bid farewell to his colleagues, left the restaurant with a small satchel on his back, and walked towards the parking lot to the east.
At this time, it was already dark, and the lights on both sides of the street were a little dim.
Julian heard footsteps behind him faintly. He turned his head and saw no sign of anyone.
She continued to walk forward, but this time she felt a little uneasy and quickened her pace.
"Da da..." She walked fast, and her footsteps became more and more urgent.
Feeling she is being followed, she reaches into her bag with her right hand and pulls out a spray bottle.
Afterwards, she turned around sharply, and sure enough, she saw a man not far behind. He was standing in the shadow of the backlight. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt a little familiar.
"Julian, don't be nervous, it's me." Marcus came out of the shadows.
Julian just breathed a sigh of relief, and frowned again, "Marcus, what are you doing here?"
"I want to see how you are doing?"
"Thank you for your concern, but we have already broken up, so you don't need to come and see me."
"We have nothing to talk about." Julian turned to leave.
"Hey... are you pregnant?" Xiao Hei asked with a trembling voice.
Julian sighed, "Inspector Luke told you."
Xiao Hei corrected, "It's the deputy team."
Julian was a little dumbfounded, "Is this important?"
"You are right. The most important thing today is to find out if you are pregnant? I want to hear from you."
Julian looked at Xiao Hei, nodded, "Yes, I'm pregnant."
Although he had already guessed the result, Xiao Hei still felt powerless when he heard Julian say this with his own ears.
"Um, I know it's a bit of a **** to ask, but... I still want to know, is it my kid?"
"Yes, you are the father of the child. But you don't need to be nervous, I don't need you to be responsible, I have decided to be a single mother." Julian stroked his stomach, "I have the ability to take good care of her."
Xiao Hei was a little mad, "It's not a matter of being irresponsible now. Since I am the father of the child, why didn't you tell me in the first place? I have the right to know."
"Sorry...I forgot."
"Excuse, you should have told me."
"You are right, I should tell you. I also want to know, what will happen to you if I tell you? Do you want this child?"
"Julian, I can understand how you feel... But, I don't think we have the ability to take care of a child for the time being."
"So, what are you going to do?"
"I would recommend that you abort this child."
"I knew it, I knew it was. But I don't want to kill this baby, she's a little life, I can feel her in my belly. That's why I didn't tell you, because there was no need.
Again, I will raise her alone. "
"Do you know how hard it is to raise a child? Do you know what kind of case I just went through? I have seen too many children from single-parent families...they are often not happy.
I also like children, but I want to bring happiness to children instead of suffering. "
Julian's tone was firm, "I won't let my children suffer. We're done talking, you can go."
Xiao Hei cried out a little weakly, "Julian, it's wrong for you to do this, and it's not fair to me."
Julian asked back, "Then what do you want?"
Xiao Hei looked at Julian's stomach and opened his mouth. He didn't know what he wanted?
Kill the child? Surely Julian would not agree.
Take the initiative to assume the responsibility of the father?
He didn't know if he really had the courage.
In the end, I could only look at the back of Julian leaving, and said helplessly, "Julian, take care of yourself."
"I will, even if it's for the children." Julian put down a word and walked away gracefully.
Xiao Hei watched Julian leave, at this moment, he wanted to cry.
He misses his mother.
…
The next day.
Walmart.
A long-legged and wasp-waisted Latin beauty walked out of the supermarket carrying a bag. Her good looks and **** figure attracted the attention of many people.
The beauty walked to a white Toyota car, put the bag in the passenger compartment, and drove away from the supermarket.
However, just two streets away, a police car followed.
Lights flashing, sirens sounding.
Subsequently, a voice rang through the loudspeaker, "The white Toyota in front, pull over and accept inspection."
"Hoo..."
The Latin beauty sighed, although she had no choice but to park the car on the side of the road.
Subsequently, the police car behind also stopped, and two police officers got out of the car, a middle-aged white policeman and a black female policeman.
The middle-aged white policeman walked outside the cab and knocked on the car glass.
The Latin beauty lowered the car glass, "Officer, is there a problem?"
The middle-aged Caucasian police officer looked at the situation inside the car, "Miss, why did you cover the license plate?"
"No, I didn't do that." The beauty denied.
"Your rear license plate is blocked, that's why I stopped you, please get out of the car for inspection."
"Officer, there may be some misunderstanding."
"Put your hand where I can see it, and get out of the car for inspection, thank you."
The beauty had no choice but to put both hands on the steering wheel as requested by the middle-aged white police officer.
The white police officer opened the door and let the Latina woman out of the car.
"May I have your name?"
"Ortie Dean."
"Give me your driver's license." The middle-aged white police officer began to check the driver's license.
The black policewoman came over and asked, "Do you have a weapon?"
Beauty Ortie Dean said helplessly, "Yes, I have a weapon."
"What weapon?"
"Gun."
"How many guns?"
"I have a gun license and I have two pistols, one on me and one in the car."
The black policewoman asked, "I really can't see that you are so beautiful, but you actually carry two guns? Why?"
"This is the land of the free and everyone has the right to bear a gun, isn't it?"
The black policewoman smiled, "You are right, I also have the right to perform a routine body search on you now, please cooperate."
"It's really unnecessary, I really didn't cover the license plate number on purpose."
"Holding her head with both hands, lying on the car." The black policewoman stopped talking nonsense, and for the sake of safety, she was searched first.
Then, he took out a pistol from Ortie Dean's lap, "Wow, hide the gun here, are you making a movie? A new generation of Bond girl?"
"Officer, as I said before, I have a gun."
The black policewoman came to the back and pointed to the license plate behind the car, "Why cover the number plate?"
Ortie Dean glanced at it, and there was a strip of white paper hanging on the license plate, just covering the two numbers, "I didn't do this, it might be a prank by some naughty child."
The black policewoman said, "We are going to search your car, please open the trunk."
Orti was a little reluctant, "It's really not necessary, it's just a misunderstanding."
"Open the trunk."
Orti bit his lip, but he had no choice but to open the trunk as instructed.
The black policewoman began to search and found a black travel bag, which contained a lot of things. The more the black policewoman looked at it, the more solemn her face became.
"Is this a hidden camera? There are also bugs, voice recorders, tiny cameras...
Who the **** are you? Why are these things on the car?
If the explanation is not clear, we can only ask you to go to the police station. "
"I'm not a bad guy, I'm a detective."
"Do you have a certificate?"
"Of course." Orti lifted the leather pad of the trunk, took out a leather bag from underneath, and took out a detective certificate in the bag.
The black female police officer opened it and said, "Pinkerton Detective Agency!"
Orti asked, "Can I go now?"
The black policewoman returned the ID to her, "I won't give you a ticket this time, be careful in the future, and don't cover the number plate again."
"Thank you." Orti glanced at the two police officers, then got in the car and left.
After watching the car leave, the middle-aged white police officer asked, "This beauty is actually a detective."
"From the way you look at her, I think she is indeed suitable for this job." The black policewoman joked.
The white policeman asked in a low voice, "Then why did she follow Luke's deputy?"
"Then Luke's deputy team needs to check it themselves. We just checked a vehicle with a cover plate, that's all."
(end of this chapter)