Mr. Wang was finally beaten away again. Chief Michael opened the door of the office, called several policemen, and said, "Drag him to the detention room and detain him for forty-eight hours first!"
American law stipulates that when there is no evidence to accuse a criminal, the suspect can only be detained in a detention center for 48 hours. If there is no evidence for 48 hours, the suspect can only be released.
Officer Zhang sat at his desk and watched two sturdy police officers dragging the unconscious Mr. Wang out and heading straight to the detention center. He was filled with anger towards Officer Michael.
Young police officer Zhang angrily rushed into the Sheriff's Office and shouted: "Sir, he is a witness who is here to record a statement. He is not a suspect or a prisoner. Why do you detain him and beat him? Why do you keep him?"
There is no arrest warrant or detention warrant, you are ignoring the laws of the United States!"
"Who hit him? Did you all see it?" Officer Michael asked, looking at the others. Some of the others were silent and some were shaking their heads.
"Did you see that, they didn't even see me beating anyone?" Chief Michael said disapprovingly.
"Sir, you are abusing your power. You are not worthy of being the police chief!" Officer Zhang shouted.
Chief Michael grabbed Constable Zhang by the collar, pulled him into the office, lowered his voice and said: "Zhang, I tell you clearly, I am the law here! You Chinese dogs killed us.
Black people, I will make you pay with your life!"
Officer Zhang spat in Chief Michael’s face and cursed: “You bastard, you don’t deserve to be a police officer!”
Chief Michael wiped the saliva from his face and threw Officer Zhang out of the office with a flick of his hand. Officer Zhang got up from the ground and looked at his colleagues around him. They all had indifferent expressions, as if they did not welcome any of them.
Chinese.
Officer Zhang packed up his office, put his uniform and gun on the table, and walked out of the police station. Dressed in casual clothes, Officer Zhang went to the detention center and said to the police officer who was visiting the detention center: "
I'm here to bail out the Chinese guy who just came in." Then he took out three thousand dollars and put it on the table.
Mr. Wang took Officer Zhang's private car and returned to the repair shop.
"How did it happen like this?" My cousin asked, looking at Mr. Wang being helped into the dormitory by several employees.
"He was beaten by that bastard Sergeant Michael!" Officer Zhang said.
"Why don't you wear the police uniform?" My cousin asked again.
"I quit. This kind of government is not worthy of my service!" Police Officer Zhang said indignantly.
The cousin nodded, handed Officer Zhang a cigarette, and said: "What are you going to do in the future? If there is no suitable job, come to my repair shop."
Officer Zhang smiled and said: "Go to Chinatown. There is a friend of mine there. My friend runs a newspaper. He has asked me to help him a long time ago. I will go to him first. Although I am not a policeman now, if there is anything
You can still come to me for help." After saying that, holding the cigarette his cousin gave him, he walked into his car, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped off.
In the evening, Lu Xiaobei and Yao Xia worked the night shift at the second-hand car garage. Seeing several trucks in the distance coming from the mountainous area, Lu Xiaobei had an ominous premonition and said to Yao Xia: "The fleet in the distance will not
He must be from the black mountaineering team!"
"It seems to me that the model of the truck is the same as the cars that black people drove during the day!" Yao Xia replied.
The situation was critical. If those black people really came to cause trouble in the repair shop, they would be in trouble. Lu Xiaobei and Yao Xia ran to the garage and drove out a second-hand car. The car got on the road and faced the direction of the truck.
Opened over.
The truck kept honking its horn, but Lu Xiaobei and the others did not give way. Instead, they stopped in front of the truck convoy. A big man in the back pocket of the truck climbed onto the roof of the truck and started shouting again, threatening to hit Lu Xiaobei with an iron weapon.
Bei their car.
"That's him. Yes, it's the group that came to cause trouble in the morning. There seem to be more people this time. There must be a total of 300 people in these three trucks!" Lu Xiaobei recognized them at a glance and said.
Yao Xia took out his pistol and said, "Xiao Bei, drive!"
Lu Xiaobei understood the idea, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped out. When passing the truck, Yao Xia shot at the open tire with a pistol. After several gunshots, Lu Xiaobei's car also drove to the rear of the convoy.
, the tires on one side of the three trucks were all shot through by bullets, and the three vehicles tilted in one direction.
Lu Xiaobei parked his car at the back of the motorcade. The black men jumped out of the car and ran towards Lu Xiaobei and the others with sticks in hand.
Lu Xiaobei smiled and said, "Yao Xia, sit still!" After saying that, he drove the car in the direction of the crowd.
When these black people saw that Lu Xiaobei was going to hit them with his car, they quickly moved to both sides. When Lu Xiaobei's car drove past, a group of people threw sticks at their hands and smashed into the car. After rushing out of the crowd, Lu Xiaobei
Bei drove the car directly back to the repair shop.
He used the walkie-talkie to notify his cousin that the black men had arrived. His cousin, anxious for all the brothers, closed the barbed wire gate again and used logs to firmly block the gate.
The black people's car couldn't move, so more than 300 black people walked to the repair shop with their tools. When they arrived at the repair shop, they didn't knock on the door or make any noise. They just threw things in their hands.
My cousin yelled, "Everyone, get down!" Before he could finish his voice, the explosives were already thrown into the iron door.
Boom, boom, boom...
Several huge explosions followed, and several employees were covered in blood. Lu Xiaobei and the others lay on the ground, thinking that these black people were so vicious that they even used fucking explosives.
Yao Xia held a pistol and wanted to shoot, but Lu Xiaobei said from the side: "You'd better not move now, your two guns are no match for their explosives!"
The explosion did not subside. Grooves were blown out of the ground. Gunpowder blackened the ground. Some explosives were even thrown next to the villas and dormitory buildings. Although the power of the explosives was not very powerful, if it happened to be on a person,
If it explodes, it will still kill people.
The employees were wailing. Many people were injured. Lu Xiaobei's face was also covered with dirt. He looked up and saw more than 300 black people like devils in the darkness.
"Yao Xia, give me a gun!" Lu Xiaobei said.
"Didn't you say you won't rush?" Yao Xia said.
"The reason we didn't rush just now was because they had bombs, and now, their bombs are almost running out!" After Lu Xiaobei finished speaking, Yao Xia handed him a pistol.
Lu Xiaobei and Yao Xia each held a pistol and opened fire at the black people.
At night, the view was very obstructed, but Yao Xia almost hit a hit, and Lu Xiaobei missed a few shots, but also killed a few people. In the silent night, gunshots and explosions came one after another, and they never stopped...