Dai Li was sitting in the police car, looking at the fierce-looking police officers on the left and right, trying hard to suppress the panic in his heart and calm down.
"They must have arrested the wrong person. Just explain the matter clearly. If that doesn't work, I can ask the embassy for help." Dai Li thought to himself.
The police car took Dai Li into the police station and locked him in an interrogation room.
"Name?"
"Li Dai."
"Profession?"
"coach."
"Why are you in that restaurant?"
"For lunch!"
"What's your relationship with Chris Payton?"
"I'm his boss. I own a strength and conditioning center, I'm the owner and Chris is the coach."
After a few questions and answers, the matter seemed to be clear. The boss and his employees had lunch together, and then Chi Yu was caught and taken to the police station.
The police officer came to Tucker with the transcript of the inquiry.
"Boss, we may have arrested the wrong person. According to the Chinese man, he has nothing to do with the gangs in Chinatown. He is just a physical trainer. He opened a physical training center in Los Angeles, and he is not an American citizen. He got It’s an investment visa,” the police officer said.
"Caught the wrong person?" Tucker scratched his head in surprise, but there was a depressed mood in his heart. For any police officer, arresting the wrong person is a job error and is not a good experience.
"Go and check to see if what the Chinese man said is true. We can't rule out that he has nothing to do with the gang." Sheriff Tucker ordered.
"What about him? He is in the interrogation room now. Should we lock him up first?" the police officer asked.
"Let's put him in the detention room first." Sheriff Tucker thought for a while, then ordered: "By the way, don't put him in the same room with those bastards, give him the remaining room. After all, he is not an American. If we can't find evidence of his crime, we still have to let him go. I hope he walks out of the police station intact, but I don't want to attract people from the embassy."
…
Dai Li was locked up in a single room, and a Chinese police officer gave Dai Li an old magazine to occupy his time.
From this point of view, Li Dai's treatment is still very good. He is in a separate detention room and is not locked with other prisoners.
The most indispensable thing in big cities in the United States is criminals. The public security in big cities is not good. There are many slums and homeless people in big cities. These are sources of unrest. On the contrary, the public security in many small places is poor. Much better.
Especially in big cities like Los Angeles, it is rare for the police station’s detention rooms to be free, and there are a lot of crimes. Many criminal suspects are brought in for theft, fighting, or vandalism, but their true identities may be murderers, Desperate people like arms dealers and drug dealers. If you were locked up with them, even if you were detained for just a few hours, you wouldn't have a good life. Your luck would be ruined and you wouldn't even be able to keep your chrysanthemums.
Therefore, having a single room by himself is more like protecting Dai Li from being harassed by other criminals.
On the other side, Sheriff Tucker is also questioning Chris Payton.
"You'd better tell me, your father and two brothers, where they are now." Tucker stared at Payton with a cannibalistic look.
Payton nodded, and then said his home address.
"Are you kidding me? If we can recruit your father and your two brothers in your home, do we still need to arrest you?" Tucker roared in a deep voice.
Payton looked very calm. He lived in a gangster family and had been used to this kind of scene since he was a child. He went to the police station not once or twice.
Payton shrugged and continued: "If you can't find them at home, then I don't know where they are. The last time I saw them was last Christmas. Even if we met , and they won’t tell me what they are doing.”
"Don't you know what the Payton family, a famous gangster in Los Angeles, is doing?" Sheriff Tucker obviously didn't believe this answer.
"I don't know." Dai Dai nodded seriously: "I rent a house myself and don't go home on weekdays. You can investigate this."
Just as Tucker was about to speak again, one of his police officers who was out on duty knocked on the door and came in.
"Boss, we just arrested a person, you have to go and take a look!" the police officer said.
"We are arresting people every day. You can handle it yourself according to the procedures. I am interrogating the suspect here." Tucker said impatiently.
"Boss, this person's identity is somewhat special. You'd better come and see it in person." the police officer said.
"Okay." Tucker sighed helplessly and walked out of the interrogation room.
On the bench outside, there was a strong black man lying on his stomach. Because he was lying on his stomach, his face could not be seen, but the smell of alcohol on his body could be smelled from a distance. His consciousness was blurred and his hands were hanging down. , blood dripped from the cracks in the fist.
"Is this man injured? Let him stop bleeding first and don't dirty our ground." Sheriff Tucker said.
"That was not his blood, but the blood of the injured person. He broke the bridge of the other person's nose with one punch. The injured person was unconscious on the spot and has been sent to the hospital." The police officer introduced.
"Then what happened to him? Was he knocked unconscious? Or was he drunk?" Tucker then asked.
"He's drunk," the police officer said.
"It's not dark yet, and you're so drunk, and you're even beating someone up." Tucker looked disgusted.
"Not only that, he also smoked marijuana. When we arrested him, he was in a mentally disturbed state." The police officer next to him added.
"It's just smoking marijuana. Many middle school students in the United States are using this thing. In California, those legislators legalized marijuana for the sake of 6 billion US dollars per year! Those idiots, haven't they ever thought about the consequences of this? More crime?"
Tucker's tone was full of anger. He took a deep breath, calmed down, and then said, "If he can't conceal a crime, he should be treated as an injury case."
"Boss, you'd better see who this person is first." The police officer next to him reminded.
Sheriff Tucker stepped forward with a look of disgust on his face. He obviously didn't want to smell the alcohol on the other party's body.
However, when Tucker saw the black man's face clearly, a troubled expression suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had received a hot yam.
"Damn it, why is this guy! Why did you bring this troublesome guy in?" Although Tucker said this, there was no blame in his tone, more of a complaint.
If someone fights and hurts someone, the police will naturally do something, so it is the police's duty to take this person to the police station. There is nothing to blame. It's just that this black man's special status gave Tucker a headache.
"Boss, what should we do? He can't say a word about his current situation. We definitely can't find his lawyer." The police officer next to him asked.
"Lock him up first, and then let him contact his lawyer when he wakes up. As for intentionally hurting others, I think his lawyer will find a way to help him get out of guilt." Tucker said helplessly.
"But the detention room is full," the police officer whispered.
Tucker suddenly frowned: "This guy can't be locked up with those bastards. There are always some of those bastards who like to cause trouble. If this guy is provoked, he will go crazy and someone will die. We will lock him up here." All the bastards put together are no match for him. Forget it, let’s lock him up with the Chinese for now. The Chinese have always been an honest group and they won’t cause trouble.”
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The lock of the detention room door rang, and Dai Li stood up immediately with a look of joy on his face.
"The American police are also very efficient. They investigated clearly so quickly and wanted to let me out." Dai Li thought to himself.
However, after the door opened, two police officers supported a strong black man and walked in. After they threw the black man on the bed, they turned around and left, locking the door again.
"You're not here to let me go!" Dai Li sighed in disappointment, and then glanced at the strong black man with a wary expression.
The black man was very tall, with bulging muscles that seemed to burst his clothes, and there were blood stains on his hands.
Even if he met such a person on the street, Dai Li would choose to stay away from him, let alone in the police station, so Dai Li subconsciously leaned towards the corner. He didn't want to get involved with such a "dangerous person" on any relationship.
However, the black man turned over and lay flat on the bed, with half of his face exposed.
The black man has a tattoo on his face, which stretches from his forehead along the right side of his cheek to his chin, making his already ugly face even more hideous. However, Dai Li was no longer afraid. His eyes widened and he couldn't help but take a step closer. He wanted to see the black man's face clearly.
"Kevin Taylor! It's really him! It's really Kevin Taylor! Why is he being imprisoned here?" Dai Li thought to himself.
If there is a professional boxer whose name is most easily remembered in the past twenty years, that person is undoubtedly Kevin Taylor. He is the youngest heavyweight boxing champion in the world and was once the best mid-range boxer in the world. If he can maintain his condition, he may become the greatest heavyweight boxing champion in the world. However, he But he destroyed his career with his own hands.
Kevin Taylor made his professional debut thirteen years ago, when he was only nineteen years old. He knocked out his opponent in just one round, and in the first year of his career, he fought a total of Fifteen fights, fourteen of which resulted in knockouts in the first round. Among these fourteen opponents, only three were able to get up again, and then survived until the second round and were knocked down again. The others fainted after receiving one punch.
For an apprentice boxer who has just entered the professional boxing world, this record is enough to cause a sensation in the entire boxing world.
The next year, the 20-year-old Taylor launched a challenge for his first title. He defeated his opponent in just two rounds and won the WBC heavyweight title, becoming the youngest heavyweight champion in history. Then, he started his undefeated journey. At that time, no one in the world could fight him to the final point, not even boxing champion-level opponents. Solving a fight in one round is the most common way to win for Taylor. Being able to fight for three rounds is already a long time for Taylor. In those years, the one who can last the longest under Taylor is It only lasted until the seventh round.
There is no doubt that Taylor, who is just in his early twenties, dominates the heavyweight boxing world, with WBA gold belt, IBF gold belt, WBO gold belt, WBC gold belt... As long as Taylor wants it, there will be no gold belt in any league. suspense.
Boxing brought Taylor money and fame, and also made his life more bohemian. Like many people who grew up in slums who became rich overnight, he began to pursue a luxurious life. Not to mention a mansion, he also bought hundreds of sports cars, large gold chains, expensive watches, various luxury goods, and raised lions and tigers. Raising crocodiles and sharks, going to Las Vegas and spending a lot of money, of course, beautiful women are also indispensable. We pursue not only the quantity of beauties, but also the quality of beauties.
However, Taylor eventually fell for women. He was betrayed and imprisoned for raping an American Miss. It must be said that although Taylor's appearance is not very good, his personal requirements are still very high.
For professional boxers, the age of 25 to 30 should be the peak age of their careers. However, during this period, Taylor was in jail.
After five years in prison, Taylor was paroled and returned to boxing, quickly returning to the heavyweight title.
But in a match not long after, he met a very cunning opponent, who was also a boxing champion. He was unwilling to confront Taylor head-on. He kept avoiding him during the match. When he couldn't avoid it, he used hugs and hugs at the same time. He also used head-butting and obscene methods, which angered the fiery-tempered Taylor, who bit the opponent's ear angrily.
In professional boxing, whether you can beat someone or not, biting someone is really dirty and even goes against sportsmanship. Taylor's bit also earned him a two-year ban. .
Since then, there has been no news about Taylor in the media. A biting and outdated boxing champion, he is in suspension and cannot even fight. This has obviously lost the focus of attention.
"Counting the time, Taylor's two-year suspension is coming soon. I wonder if he will come back." Dai Li looked at Taylor on the bed and couldn't help but launch a detection on him.
"As I expected, Taylor is indeed a talented S+ athlete! But think about it, he dominated the entire heavyweight boxing world back then." Dai Li thought to himself.
At this moment, Taylor suddenly opened his mouth.
"Water... water..." Taylor said drowsily.
Dai Li didn't want to care, but when he looked at Taylor on the bed, he couldn't help but walked to the door and knocked on the iron door of the detention room with his hand.
"Is there someone here? Someone, come!" Dai Li shouted outside.
After a while, a police officer came over and looked at Dai Li expressionlessly through the iron bars on the door: "What's the matter?"
"Officer, can you give me a glass of water?" Dai Li asked.
"No!" the police officer said angrily, then turned around and left.
"Wait a minute!" Li Dai shouted hurriedly. He pointed behind him and said, "This guy needs water. He drank too much. For example, he needs to drink water. He needs to replenish the water in his body. His current condition is very serious. You may vomit. If the vomit is too dry, it can easily hit the trachea and cause suffocation. I guess you don’t want to see Kevin Taylor suffocated to death in your police station, right?”
"Suffocation? Death? Haha..." The police officer showed an expression of "Who are you scaring?"
However, Dai Li went on to say: "I know this chance is small, maybe only 1%, but are you willing to use your job to gamble on this 1% chance? If you are really lucky, you won't stay Here, you should buy a lottery ticket and you can count the money at home tomorrow!"
"Okay, you wait." The police officer also knew the truth of "if you are not afraid of ten thousand, be afraid of the worst", so he brought Dai Li a bottle of water.
Dai Li took the water, walked to the window, lifted Taylor up with force, and poured the water into Taylor's mouth.
After drinking water, Taylor became much quieter. He gradually opened his eyes and looked at Dai Li with his bloodshot eyes.
The next second, Tyke suddenly got up from the bed, hugged Dai Li, and said excitedly:
"Angie, are you back? Are you really back?"
Before Dai Li could speak, Tyke suddenly burst into tears.
"Angie, I miss you so much, I was wrong..."