Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 161 Who Is Our Friend
George had seen a lot of rogue lawyers trying to step on top of the NYPD like this.

I don't have a cold at all.

As for ignoring the lawyer's complacent, full writing, let us solve the expression in private, and looked directly at the poisonous insect on the hospital bed.

but……

Not only did the poisonous bug Barry not answer, he even closed his eyes and lay down on the hospital bed.

He was sure that with the presence of a lawyer, these police officers would not dare to use violence against him.

and.

He was even more sure that the police officers did not have any direct evidence to prove that he was related to the case.

after an hour.

George and Kate come out of the ward.

"How's the result from the forensics department?"

"Ms. Casey has already called, and the forensic department said that it will work overtime to complete it, but there is no result yet."

"Where's the homeless man, have you found it?"

"not yet."

"Look for it."

George said in a deep voice, and then, he looked at the time on his watch. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still three hours before eight o'clock.

He was very sure that the Peerless Assassin would come to the appointment on time, just as he was sure that the poisonous Barry inside was the murderer in the imitation murder case.

but……

For the former, he has sufficient evidence, but he can't catch it; for the latter, he can catch it, but he doesn't have enough evidence to convict him.

Gwen's house.

Helen had already gone home, almost exactly after Locke and Gwen fired violently. If Helen had come back earlier, she might have been bumped into.

But Helen looked at her daughter's wet hair, and it seemed that the corners of her mouth moved as if she could speak.

Gwen directly threw a doll in her hand at Locke who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, and then gave Locke a blank look with some complaints.

Locke grabbed the doll that was thrown at him, looked at Gwen, and blinked in confusion.

Just now, what happened?
Walk down the emergency stairs behind Gwen's apartment, avoid the patrolling police at the door of the apartment, and find a 8% new Audi R[-] in the street parking lot. Blinking his eyes, he muttered in his heart.

next second.

Locke glanced at the time on his watch, took out his satellite phone, and dialed it directly.

As soon as the phone was dialed, it was connected instantly.

"Hey!"

The voice from the other side of the phone is low and deep. If you listen to it for a long time, you will think it sounds pretty good. This is Guo Dasen, bah, it's Jason's voice.

Locke smiled, started the car, and left the parking lot.

"Good afternoon, Officer Brent, do you know who I am?"

"Unparalleled."

"Yes, Officer Brout."

"What do you want to do."

"Pick up the goods."

Locke said bluntly: "Officer Brout, have you watched the news preview of New York No. [-] TV station?"

At noon, New York No. [-] TV station released a news preview.

Hotel at night.

Wushuang will be a guest on the TV station again, and will bring a special guest.

The trailer was only aired for less than half an hour, and in an instant, it became the most searched version in New York City today. Even, at this time, someone had already turned on the TV and locked the channel to the first TV station, so as not to miss tonight's show.

Jason naturally knew it too: "I was kicked out by George."

Locke smiled: "Officer Stacey is a person who prefers to abide by principles and believes in the law. To put it bluntly, I feel that George lacks the beatings from society."

Jason on the other end of the phone couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

Just laugh.

"What do you want me to do."

"Officer George Stacey may feel that any criminal should be judged by the law, but I, and you, Jason, I think we're the same kind of people, and in our opinion, some scum , cannot be judged by the law, and there are some scumbags who are not qualified to accept the grace of the law, what do you think?"

"……I agree."

"very good."

Locke parked the car a block away from New Amsterdam Hospital, grabbed his phone, and said with a smile, "I want you, Jason, to do me two favors."

Jason is also downstairs at the New Amsterdam Hospital at this moment: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Two things!"

"First, this poisonous bug not only provoked the New York Police Department, but also provoked me. The New York Police Department cannot take revenge due to institutional reasons, but I can, and I promise, after you give me the person, you will see What is it like to end up with him?"

"You plan to kill him during the live broadcast?"

"of course not."

Locke laughed haha: "That's too bloody, don't you think, Jason, and, what if there are children watching TV?"

Jason frowned.

Locke said: "However, I can assure you that Jason, when the time comes, this poisonous bug will be given to you alive. At that time, how you want to deal with him, I think, is all right, unless, move People from the Insurance Association are looking for trouble for you."

"Animal Protection Association?"

"Ah."

Locke laughed, and without waiting for Jason to think about it, he said directly: "Jason, I will go to the hospital at 07:30 later, and my bullet will be an anesthetic bullet. I hope that by then, the police officers will Don't shoot me, after all, this time, the officers have a common enemy like me, don't they?"

Jason frowned.

"It's seven o'clock now, and there's still half an hour left. You should be able to pass the news up and let them know. Of course, if there are police officers like George, I won't kill them. , this is my promise."

"...I'll think of a way."

"very good."

Locke nodded: "As for the second one, I need you to transfer George and the beautiful detective. As for how to transfer them, I think you can do it, can't you?"

"……and then?"

"No more."

Locke smiled and said, "Then, you can find a TV and turn on the TV to watch the live broadcast. Or, it's not impossible to go to New York No. [-] TV station to watch the live broadcast. I don't care."

Jason stood downstairs in the hospital building, looked around, and then said in a deep voice, "...When will I let them come down?"

"Seven twenty-five."

"it is good."

"Thank you."

"Need not!"

Jason said directly: "I cooperated with you only to avenge my brothers. If I meet you next time, I will still arrest you."

"I can understand."

After Locke finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly, and then switched his consciousness to the clone of Gwen's family, enjoying the delicious meal cooked by Helen.

Time is ticking.

soon.

The time came to 29:[-].

A remote corner of a utility room near the back door of the hospital, some distance away from the inpatient building.

Jason came here, turned on his walkie-talkie, and drew his pistol.

"Crack!"

Jason loaded the pistol directly, then shook his head, pointed it at his leg, took a deep breath, and then pulled the trigger: "Bang!"

moment.

Gunshots erupted.

"what!"

A police officer who heard the sound first and rushed here saw the situation, picked up the walkie-talkie and called: "Onishet, the police officer has fallen to the ground, repeat, the police officer has fallen to the ground."

In the corridor on the eighth floor of the hospital, George and Kate, who were planning to repel the incoming Peerless Assassin first, were slightly taken aback when they heard the words on the walkie-talkie.

"George..."

"George..."

Jason sprawled on the ground, blood flowing: "He's coming, he's heading towards the power supply room..."

talking.

Jason fell to the ground pale.

"Jason!"

Hearing the comatose words from the intercom, George immediately got up together with Kate, went to the police officers in the corridor, counted five police officers in a row, and then walked towards the elevator.

The elevator goes down.

Boom!
Locke walked out directly from the emergency passage next to him.

Go to the corridor.

Locke and the twelve police officers standing in the corridor looked at each other.

The twelve police officers looked at Locke and pulled out their pistols in an instant, but they did not use the New York Police Department's unique skill of one clip per second.

The police officer closest to Locke grinned: "Don't slap your neck..."

"Boom!"

"Feel sorry."

Locke looked down at the police officer who was clutching his neck and rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, apologized, and then walked over.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"Boom!"

moment.

In the corridor, the twelve remaining police officers were all clutching every corner of their bodies, and passed out without any power to fight back.

And the nurse is in the station.

The two nurses didn't seem to need Locke's hands, so they just lay on the ground.

A nurse looked at Locke who was coming, tilted his head to look at him, opened his eyes, and handed over a whiteboard prepared in his arms: "Mr. Wushuang, the first policeman just now is my husband, can you give me a whiteboard?" Sign it?"

Locke raised his eyebrows: "Of course."

Done.

Locke squatted down, took the pen handed over by the nurse, and signed his Wushuang name next to the Q-shaped Locke on the whiteboard.

"My name is Chris."

"……it is good."

Locke listened to the whispered words, nodded, and added a sentence beside him, to my friend Chris.

The nurse named Chris took the pen and drawing board, and fainted again with satisfaction.

"George, George."

Locke stood up and shook his head inwardly: "Look at what you are doing. You have only been separated from the masses for a few days. How can you not understand the hearts of the masses?"

What this group of police officers want is simple.

Money is second.

An attitude is the most important.

That is, whoever helps them is their friend.

obviously.

Locke is a friend of this group of police officers, and George is just their boss.

Locke walked to the door of the ward, where it seemed that he was still talking about how to sue the New York Police Department.

Raise your wrist.

Locke checked the time.

Seven forty-five.

Ok.

not late.

Locke raised his eyebrows, pushed open the door, walked in, looked at the lawyer who turned his head, and the poisonous scum on the hospital bed, and showed a smile: "It's time, you, get ready, go on the road ?"

Poisonous Barry: "..."

(End of this chapter)