"Have you been to a lawyer?"
The two had quarreled many times before, but Vic didn't expect his wife to actually take action.
"Yes, I can't take it anymore, Vic, I didn't expect you to be like this when you got promoted..." Wife wiped tears in annoyance. "I hope there is a man in the family who can help me, not you. Leave everything alone, the police officer who doesn't return home at night."
"I let go!?"
Vic was furious, "How much did I pay for this family!? How do you think our children can be included in the treatment plan by the best private hospital? There is nothing that does not need to be paid!"
"It's alright~www.mtlnovel.com~ I don't want to fight with you at night, the children are all sleeping."
His wife didn't understand him, she kept shaking her head, "I have already decided, or you should sign it now, or you can also talk to my divorce lawyer with a lawyer."
"I won't get a divorce."
Vic tore up the document furiously, went to the bedroom, took the quilt, and went to sleep on the sofa. All his old feelings were ignored. Now he has a hardened heart. I opened my eyes to the sound of the alarm clock before I slept long. I didn't care about anything at home, and drove to work, pretending to be a check-up, smiling and greeted my colleagues and opened the roster of prisoners temporarily held by the police station.
Soon, he saw the imprisoned photo of the gang member who was beaten by Sean on the street with a bruised nose and swollen face. He silently remembered the other party's home address and release date. He appeared in the black area of Nancheng at night and parked his car. Opposite a dilapidated building on the address.
He quietly observed outside for a few hours, feeling that there was no one at home, there was no car on the street, and all the nearby residents were asleep. He put two black socks on his head and got off the car. Crossed the road, walked a few steps to the front door, just twisted it with the unlocking tool for ten times, and entered the house smoothly. He immediately searched for it without leaving a trace. Years of experience told him that these gang members could not hide themselves at home. The gun, indeed, found an iron box in the water tank of the toilet. He took out the revolver inside his arms and left silently.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 648: ?Get the bait
On March 17, the black man who was beaten up by Sean left the police station cursingly, rubbing his swollen face and joking with the gang brothers who were warmly greeted outside. Then a group of people got into the car and ran directly to the station. A nightclub in the P stone site in Nancheng.
At 3:30 a.m. on the 18th, he left the nightclub drunk and returned to his door in the car of an accomplice.
"The boss asked you to rest for a few days to recover from your injury, and we will contact you when we need you."
The accomplice in the car urged.
"I know, I know." He held the door frame and took out the key, not aiming at the keyhole for a long time.
"Fxxk, let me help you." The accomplice got out of the car to help him open the door, and helped him into the house.
In a very old car across the street, Vic stalked his teeth in the dark.
Fortunately, ten minutes later, the accomplices shook their heads and got out, got in the car and left alone.
Vic waited for another half an hour. He raised his wrist and saw that the time was almost half past four. There was no movement inside. He also started the car and drove directly outside of Xiao En's house.
He knows Sean too well. As long as he doesn't play cards, he will definitely be asleep at this point. He has tried it out. Sean is at home.
He observed for a while and looked at his watch again. At five ten ten, the time was very tight, and he was still the same, put on his black socks, got out of the car, rushed to the door with a low body, and quietly opened the door with the unlocking tool.
Sean’s nest is not big, and the door is basically clear. This guy would usually watch TV on the sofa and see him falling asleep, but today the TV is on and there is no one on the sofa in front.
Vic carried the stolen revolver with standard tactics, removed the muzzle pointed at the sofa, and moved towards the bedroom.
He remained vigilant and slowly enlarged the open bedroom door with his shoulders.
Ok? No one on the bed?
With the help of the weak TV light outside, he saw that the bed in the bedroom was empty, and he was taken aback for a moment, ‘tap’, there was a slight light on in his ear, the light in the bedroom turned on, and he immediately turned his gun.
"Vick, give up."
In the corner of the bedroom, Sean was being held down by two field workers in FBI uniforms, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at himself, "We have been staring at you for a long time."
It was Carl Letterman who was talking, and his female partner was also in the room. In another corner of the bedroom, he was hiding a few plainclothes agents with guns.
"FBI! Vick McGee, you have been arrested, you have the right to remain silent..."
One plainclothes placed a gun on the back of his bare head, another took the revolver from his hand, then knelt him on the ground, twisted his hands behind his back, and put cold handcuffs on his wrists.
There were also many brakes outside the dark room, and the car lights illuminated the window white.
Vickhan was raining, but his nerves were thick enough. The mind that stopped turning just now quickly recovered, "You guys, you misunderstood, hey...I was joking with Sean, our own brother sometimes jokes Driving too much, isn't it? Sean."
"Go to hell! Vic."
The fieldworker relaxed and pressed the hand on Sean’s mouth, "You want to kill me!? You treat your brother like that!?" Sean who saw all this yelled at him, "You are such a **** Vic! What a **** ..." He cursed a few words, then slid weakly against the wall, sitting on the ground with his hands in his hands and crying, "I didn't expect you to do this, I didn't expect..."
"Hey, hey, you heard about me Sean."
Vic began to struggle, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, OK? But you don't say anything, go to a lawyer, we seem to be caught by these FBI..." He spoke very fast.
Before he finished his words, he was hit by a properly pinched **** on the back of his head, and he passed out instantly.
"APLUS, my dad seems to have been arrested, and now there are many...many police officers at home...they are searching, I am very scared..."
In the morning, Cassidy called.
"Don't cry, don't cry, Cassidy, calm down, calm down, okay? Wait a moment..."
Song Ya got up from the bed and looked at Mariah Carey who was sleeping, "Linda, wake up Mike." Then he walked to the study with his mobile phone, "Who is searching your house, what happened to Vic?"
"FBI, it's FBI, many people in FBI uniforms." Cassidy said: "His friends in the police station can't be contacted either."
"Damn it!"
Song Ya scolded while holding the microphone, "Don't be nervous, okay? Cassidy, go to a lawyer, have you found a lawyer? I'll give you a call..."
He opened the phone book and found Goodman’s number, but he hadn’t reported his exit yet, “Wait, wait, don’t worry, it’s useless to rush now.” He continued to look through Barron, Hamlin, and Ellie. The familiar names of West Asia and Will Gardner were seen one by one, and there was a mess in his mind. Barron would definitely not work. If Goodman and Hamlin were to act for Vic, it would be clear that they were the same as Victor. The contact revealed that this is the FBI arrest, which must be related to the murder of the detective. Alicia... is also too obvious. It is still unclear what the Peter Flock State prosecutor’s attitude is, "Will Gardner, you fight This call, no no, Will Gardner is not good either..."