Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 435 - 254 6 (7500 words combined in two parts, additional - s 5 and 6 for May monthly tickets)_2
Chapter 435: Chapter 254 6 (7500 words combined in two parts, additional Chapters 5 and 6 for May monthly tickets)_2
He lowered his voice hesitantly, "Boss Brian, all these people are upper-middle class. They are either professors, well-known lawyers, doctors, or CEOs of some companies. Is it really appropriate for me to draw my gun directly?"
You see, this is the United States, a place that is especially hypocritical when it comes to double standards.
To put it bluntly, the group of people in front of him, if charged with the same crime, would receive at least one-third lighter sentences than those from lower social classes and with less education, if they appear in court without a lawyer and plead guilty.
Different punishments for the same crime are not a joke but reality.
The reason is simple.
The jury and judges would think that this group is made up of society’s elite, talented individuals who must have committed crimes in a momentary impulse or under understandable circumstances, and they must be treated leniently, otherwise, it would be disgraceful and such talent would be wasted.
These people have a particularly high chance of getting bail or parole.
As for the ordinary people...
They are seen as having antisocial personalities, a tendency to retaliate against society, inherently carrying criminal genes, and should spend more time in prison sewing, to make some use of their remaining heat for society...
If he laid hands on these people, the complaints alone would crush him.
Green felt a bit guilty.
"What’s inappropriate?"
Brian was frustrated,
"Did they respect you?
Just tell them if they don’t cooperate, they’ll be arrested for obstructing public duties.
Don’t we have many vacant rooms in our office building?
Lock them up there.
Resort to fist and feet if they still don’t listen.
You could also learn some tricks from Old Hardenn.
He used to be a prison guard and knows plenty of moves.
By then, I guarantee these elites will behave!"
Brian then taught Green many ruthless tricks, which left the enthusiastic young policeman doubting his life.
How can a person be this wicked?
No wonder Brian is the boss!
Not only was he doubting life,
The meeting room quieted down too.
Old Hardenn, feeling helpless, stood up, walked to the door, and patted Green on the shoulder, "Green, you need to change your phone, the speaker is so loud that people meters away can hear your conversation."
Green looked confusedly toward the meeting room.
He saw those previously disheveled victims’ family members staring at him and Old Hardenn with complex gazes as if looking at two gangsters in society, despicable robbers...
A lawyer disappointingly pulled out a recording pen,
"As policemen, you not only do not help investigate our children’s victim cases but now you are discussing how to deal with us!
Do you deserve our annual taxes?
I will definitely expose this to the media and file complaints against you all.
You bunch of social trash, insects, shameless, vile parasites, lowly..."
Slap~
A big slap landed on his face, cutting off his rant.
The lawyer lay on the ground, staring blankly at Green.
No way, did you actually hit me?
I am a lawyer!
A lawyer!
Aren’t you afraid of retaliation?
Believe it or not, I will sue you into bankruptcy!
Green bent down, ripped the recording pen from the lawyer’s hand, threw it to the ground, and crushed it underfoot, "Boss Brian was right, can’t be too nice to you all. I really don’t understand, why, when your children are victims, not only do you not cooperate with police inquiries, but you also interfere with our work!"
He tore open his shirt to reveal the holster inside, stepping on the outspoken lawyer,
"Buddy, I am quite impressed by you. Others were cooperative until you opened your mouth...
What’s your purpose in obstructing the police investigation?"
Lawyer:...
He was merely frustrated because his child had been victimized, and it was just venting at the two Black investigators, with no real motive!
He was a somewhat famous lawyer and a victim’s family member.
What harm is there in venting a few words?
But the other party actually got physical!
The world is really crazy!
The lawyer was no fool and knew he was being made a scapegoat.
Circumstances force choices.
Under everyone’s gaze, he apologized with a flushed face, "Sorry, I was too emotional after hearing about my child’s misfortune. I apologize..."
What would happen next with this group of people wasn’t mentioned.
At least Green’s job started to go smoothly.
These middle-upper class people, in the face of violence and shamelessness, finally reverted to being polite and civilized, cooperating with his inquiries, showing again the vulnerable side of a victim’s family...
...
On the other side.
Brian hung up the phone speechlessly.
Green was really a blockhead.
Luckily, although these people were upper-middle class and had some social influence, they weren’t really the capital but just tools and mouthpieces for the capital.
NW wouldn’t bother him, a rising star, over some tools.
Let them complain.
He could handle that burden.
...
Four more hours passed.
Night fell.
Traffic streamed like a long dragon, the roads congested.
This situation persisted until after eight in the evening before it got better.
The reason was simple.
Apart from staying out on some busy commercial streets, the danger would only keep increasing.
On the streets, besides a few homeless people, normal passersby were visibly decreasing.
After nine o’clock.
Groups of three to five people began loitering on the streets.
Some street intersections also saw women in high heels and skimpy clothes.
Under the bridge Brian was watching, a group of youths gathered.
