On the other hand, Director Johnson left the meeting and waited outside the restaurant for a while, smoked two cigarettes, and gritted his teeth and drove to Michael's house.

Mrs. Michael has finished the hospital treatment, and her physical contusions and trauma have all been cured. The rest is psychological treatment, which may last about three months to six months, and may be longer.

The long psychological treatment also means a large expense. Michael's work has been suspended and cut off the entire family's income in an instant.

Although he still has some money in his bank account, about 20,000 yuan, he has no way to deal with the subsequent expenses.

In fact, psychological therapy is a typical case of ordinary people, especially the poor living in the Lower City. The girls who live in the chaotic streets of the Lower City have almost grown up in various harassment.

From verbal harassment to small-action harassment, and even violent harassment, these people should be perverted or self-destructed, but not all of them are exactly the case.

Some of them have indeed gone to self-destruction, but some are still strong and optimistic.

Pain can hurt people and can also give people the courage to yearn for strength. Only because they are in darkness can they yearn for light more. The above is nonsense. Life is to live, and you must be strong when you live.

When Chief Johnson parked his car outside Michael's house, he saw the police car on the side of the road and two policemen who were having afternoon tea.

They just glanced at Director Johnson and withdrew their gaze, continuing to focus on the sweet coffee in their hands and the donuts with chocolate sauce.

Although Michael has left the police station, he is still under surveillance. If it is not necessary, he cannot leave his place of residence and communicate with outsiders alone.

However, given that he was once a "licensed" person, the police relaxed his custody of him a little, and there was no need for a policeman to be present when he talked to others.

Director Johnson has been to Michael's house more than once, and has been to him several times. Every time, he feels that Michael is lucky, has a happy family, and has a harmonious career. The whole room is filled with a beautiful life of upwardness.

But this time, the moment he pushed open the door, a smell of decay came out of the room like the grave, which smelled badly, and made people's mood fall to the bottom in an instant.

The room was not turned on, and some windows were also blocked by curtains. Perhaps because of Mrs. Michael's heart disease, Michael was shrouded in darkness.

The door opened and the light outside the house shone in, making the light in the room more noticeable and more details can be seen clearly.

Michael sat on the sofa with a haggard appearance. He was obviously much thinner than half a month ago, and his whole body was a little thin and deformed.

The unkempt white beard made him look very sloppy, especially his uncombed hair, which had already turned gray and white. Time seemed to have moved a short distance on him, allowing him to enter his old age ahead of time.

Michael glanced at Director Johnson, and just glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at the TV screen that was not turned on, perhaps thinking about something.

A fire of art rose along Director Johnson's feet. He was already easy to talk to in the tax bureau. He thought he would get along with everyone, but looking at guys like Michael, it would make people angry.

Not to mention it may make people feel degrading, but at least he should show some gratitude or gratitude. When he was in trouble, his chief, came to visit him, but he treated himself as the air.

Soon, this anger disappeared again. If he was really angry, he might have been irritated to death by these cousins.

"What are you doing?" Michael's tone was filled with a hint of mockery, "Give me the final sentence?"

Director Johnson was just stunned for a moment, and his eyes were attracted by the newspapers on the coffee table. He knew where the problem was.

One thing has been discussed in the newspapers these two days, that is, whether there is some personal grudge between Michael and Lynch, and whether Michael has the possibility of revenge.

The public revenge has nothing to do with excessive law enforcement power. It is still a separate isolated incident. On the contrary, because Michael's public revenge affects the tax department and law enforcement departments. The public's criticism of these departments before was too fierce, the guilt that there was a lot of guilt that followed.

In addition, some people linked Michael, Michael Jr. and Lynch once called the police for stolen.

Michael is a physically and mentally sound adult. He has a clear sense of three views and independent thinking ability. He is very clear that when the direction of the media begins to change, it means that someone is driving all this happening behind the scenes.

The media obviously want to establish him as a bad example. They cannot do such things themselves, because their goals are all on the issue of law enforcement rights.

What can make them change is some people behind them, who want to abandon themselves. This is Michael’s experience in the past two days, and he has shown a resistance to Director Johnson.

Director Johnson remained silent. He didn't know how to speak. This silence quickly aggravated Michael's disappointment and despair, and made him deeply realize that he was not scaring him, everything came true and he was given up.

His throat suddenly became a little itchy, and his voice became hoarse in an instant, as if there was a layer of sand in his throat, and every sentence and every letter were filled with a clear sense of grain.

"Why?"

He turned his head to look at Director Johnson, "Why is this happening, whose decision was made?"

Director Johnson's face turned slightly red, and he sighed, "The decision above, you make the whole system passive..."

"If you passively want to abandon me?" Michael became excited as he said. His face turned red quickly, and some white saliva appeared on the corners of his mouth, his hair and beard were wide open, and his whole body seemed to be in a bad state.

Looking at Michael who was angry at him, Director Johnson suddenly became calm and stable, and his eyes were also changing, making Michael a little confused and a little scared.

"You have always been impulsive and have a bad temper. I have talked about you more than once..." Director Johnson's voice exuded a hint of remembrance of the old times. "Since I became the director, complaints against you alone have occupied more than half of the complaint mailbox of the Sebin City Taxation Bureau in the past ten years."

"I like to threaten the target of investigation, I like to do whatever I want, insult others or even humiliate others, and I often act without procedures. I have too many problems with you..."

Johnson looked at Michael with a serious expression, "Don't think you are wronged, this is what you deserve. I have warned you, but you always do what you do!"

"The times are different. This is a new era. Our society is progressing every year. In the past, we may not have cleaned our wildness and barbarity, but now we have done it."

"Even if you don't meet Lynch, you will meet Zhiqi, or Mackey, and if you don't change yourself, you will definitely fall."

"Don't say that we abandoned you, you abandoned yourself!"

Director Johnson's words made Michael calm again and become frustrated. He hugged his head in pain. He actually knew that what Director Johnson said was right, but once this working style was formed, it would be difficult to change.

No, it should be said that it is an inherent concept. In Michael's eyes, criminals have no human rights, and he has indeed strengthened his ideas through several people such as the head.

As long as they are not killed, they will pretend that nothing has happened, because they are not clean and dare not speak out to the outside world, and will only bear it silently.

Until he met Lynch, a criminal who used the law and police as weapons, he completely fell.

He couldn't figure out why it was Lynch, why it was himself, why it was his family, that bastard didn't follow the rules!

At this moment, the door of the upper floor opened. Mrs. Michael, who was sick and ill, stood on the edge of the corridor with some concern. She looked at the two people in the living room downstairs worriedly.

Director Johnson glanced back, he raised his hand and pressed Michael's shoulder, pinching...
Chapter completed!