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Chapter 1679 A black pot

Denver, Colorado.

Tony Parker was transferred to the custody room of the city police station, and a corridor was divided into more than a dozen rooms with iron railings. All rooms were transparent, and behind the railings were a large number of prisoners.

The 'little gangster' was given a little favor, and he had an independent room. But because of the preferential treatment, he became the target of public criticism. The other prisoners looked at him with bad looks, trying to figure out his identity.

"What do you guys want to be caught by electric batons?" Tony Parker grabbed the railing, still looked arrogant. He was a casual person, but this did not mean that he liked being locked up.

Opposite Tony Parker was an obsessed black man. After staring at him for a while, he asked, "Hey, are you Scoundrel Tony?"

Tony Parker immediately became popular and shouted loudly: "What is 'scum Tony'? You should call me 'Mr. Tony Parker'. If I am happy, I will give you some benefits. Respect me, you can live longer."

These pretentious words made more than a dozen rooms in the guard room laugh, and all the criminals became interested in Tony Parker's words. Some people began to tease the well-known "little gangster" through the iron railings.

"I have also been in New York, and the street gangsters there are all in this tone. When such a person opens his mouth, he wants to tell you that he can get in touch with the President of the United States."

"What the radio said is right. This guy is full of lies and doesn't say a word of truth."

"Hi... Tony Parker, where do you think you are? Are you speaking to councillors in the town hall? Everyone is equal here."

The funny words made everyone laugh. Tony Parker, who was locked up, became a topic of conversation for everyone to relieve their boredom. Tony Parker himself was still kept in the dark. He turned his head to scan the surroundings, and finally chose the black man who spoke first to initiate an inquiry.

"What the hell do you laugh at me? What makes you so coquettish?" The police said before that it was David Lawrence's order to arrest Tony Parker and asked him to be honest. As for the reason, he didn't tell him.

The fat black man hummed twice and asked, "Tony, did you deceive a team called the "New York Revolutionaries" two years ago and promised to provide food in exchange for them to give up resistance. But the thousands of people they organized did not receive food, and all starved to death in the nuclear winter."

"Oh..." Tony Parker immediately shouted in surprise, "Stop kidding, this is a serious accusation. There are too many people starving to death in nuclear winter, but what does it have to do with me? I feel very uncomfortable, and it cannot be said that it is my responsibility."

"Someone verified you did it." The fat black man said with certainty: "In order to control New York State, you forced some groups to leave the farm where they stored food. The New York Revolutionaries are just one of them."

"No, no, you are wrong. How could you just find someone to prove me when I happened two years ago? Could it be that I was arrested for this matter? This is definitely a slander." Tony Parker denied it firmly. Judging from his indignation, ordinary people really don't know the truth.

“Where is human trafficking in Ohio?”

"This is a frame-up."

"What happened to induce the three Chicago forces to fight?"

"This is a rumor."

"Where is the golden robbery inside the Brotherhood?"

“This is a fabrication.”

The fat black man said a lot of charges against Tony Parker in one breath, and the "little gangster" denied without hesitation. No one had evidence of physical evidence, and just told him in such a blank statement, there was no way to deal with him. Anyway, he said that all the accusations were made out of nothing.

But when the last charge of the instigator of the "Salt Lake City Massacre" appeared, Tony Parker paused for a few seconds. Instead of shirking the blame as before, he thought for a while and asked in confusion: "What is the "Salt Lake City Massacre"? I have never heard of it."

"Just five days ago, tens of thousands of refugees were summoned to collect daily necessities. As a result, someone secretly instigated a major conflict, and more than ten refugee teams fought to grab supplies. The death toll was just counted, and more than a thousand people went to see God."

The fat black man told the news he heard from the radio. It is common for fighting in the end of the world to snatch survival supplies, but this kind of fighting that is obviously cheated is so angering. The relevant details have been reported countless times, and everyone is familiar with the incident.

"Tony Parker, why don't you deny it immediately? You want those refugees to die or find excuses to wipe out them and swallow the relief supplies they gave them. You did this, right?" The fat black man's tone became serious, and his expression was full of hatred.

No one likes this conspiracy of stabbing the knife secretly, especially the criminals are all at the bottom of society, and this conspiracy is equivalent to being targeted at them.

More than a dozen criminals in the custody room were listening quietly. Tony Parker's abnormal situation made everyone extremely angry. Someone immediately shouted loudly, "It's him, he was stunned, it must be him. Look at his expression, this is the surprise after being exposed."

"This bastard, he really wants to kill tens of thousands of people? Just to embezzle these people's relief? God will not forgive such a crime."

"Look at his face, this is the expression of confession. I am familiar with this situation. This is unbelievable after being called a crime. He is such a scumbag."

The criminals in the guard room began to roar and curse, and everyone waved their fists at Tony Parker through the iron railings and even spit at him. If it weren't for being stopped by the iron railings, everyone would have immediately gone up and beat the "little gangster" into meat paste.

The 'little gangster' was stunned by the chaotic condemnation, and after a while, he shouted: "Wait..., I didn't instigate the internal strife of the refugees in Salt Lake City. This must be something wrong. I really didn't do this. I, I just, I just..."

Tony Parker's stammering and intermittent words were very different from what he had denied before. The criminals even believed that he was provoking the tragedy.

The police heard the noise coming over and heard the criminals pointing at Tony Parker and cursed: "It was this guy who did it, it was him. He just let it go, and he admitted it. He caused thousands of casualties. This despicable guy should go to hell!"

The police beat the iron railing with a baton, signaling the criminals in the ward room to be quiet. Waiting for everyone to stop cursing, Tony Parker was still shouting: "I didn't. I didn't do it, I didn't instigate. This really has nothing to do with me."

But even the police didn't believe Tony Parker at this time, just warned him to be honest.

"I'm very honest, I didn't cause trouble. They slander me." Tony Parker shouted loudly, and his mind suddenly turned around and asked again, "Wait, how is Victor Hugo? The commander of the Aurora Legion, is he dead?"

The police glanced at the 'little gangster' with disdain and said in a deep voice: "I don't know the commander of the legion you asked about. There is no news about him in the news. We have been discussing you these days, discussing the crimes you committed."

Stupid...

Victor Hugo is fine? There is no news about that 'His Majesty the Emperor'? How is it possible? All my plans are aimed at him? As a result, he is fine, and I am in trouble!
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