"Soon a new police car will arrive, and your boss's boss will get out of the car and thank you for everything you did. New York is a safer and better place because of it. You will receive a commendation or promotion; and then he will tell you that here People will be released; you will be angry, you will object, you will even threaten to resign, but they will still be released!"

"The reason they were released is the same as the reason you arrested them. Sometimes some people always need people like us to do things that are inconvenient for them. Maybe you will say we are devils, but for this country, it is For some big shots, we demons must also exist!"

McRobles's face turned red with anger, making people worried that his head would explode. Shen Long was not affected at all, raising his hand and patting his police siren gently, "Officer McRobles, now, It's your turn to make a decision, should you still stick to your approach, or should you lead your men and get out of here as far away as you can!"

"Hey! You shameless trash!" The New York police have always taken the initiative in front of gangs. When have they ever been threatened by gangs like this? One of McRobles' close subordinates reached out and pulled out his baton and was about to give Shen Long a deep blow. Lesson learned, Shen Long didn't give in, he just stood there and looked at this guy with a smile.

"Roy! Let's go!" McRobles' expression changed. He stopped this subordinate when he came to him. After all, he was not a hero. He cherished his current position and did not risk his future to safeguard justice. He planned to take the policemen into the car without saying a word and left. When they arrived, the sirens were blaring, but when they returned, they were as embarrassed as escaping rats!

The Corleone family's men whistled to see them off. This was the first time they were so glorious. If the godfather hadn't still been lying in the hospital behind him, they might have started cheering.

"Fredo, how did you do that? What did you just show him?" Mike didn't expect Shen Long to solve the problem so easily. Although he didn't like to participate in family affairs, it didn't mean he didn't understand it. At the doorway inside, these policemen showed that they were well prepared and would never give in easily.

"It's nothing, it's just a small reward for the friendship I gave before!" Shen Long waved the thing he just got in front of Mike's eyes, "Okay, let's go back inside now, they shouldn't Come again!"

McRobles asked the driver to drive the car very fast. He originally thought that he could easily get $10,000 by driving around, which would allow him to enjoy it comfortably for a long time, but now he had to return the money to Bruno Tartaglia, Officer McRobles is a principled person and will not charge money until things are done well.

Returning to his office, McRobles closed the door, picked up the phone and dialed Bruno, "I will return the money to you in a while, just treat this as if I didn't agree to it, that's it!"

After saying that, without waiting for Bruno Tartaglia to respond, he hung up the phone. He would definitely be reluctant to part with these ten thousand dollars. This is money that usually takes him a long time to get, but he cherishes his position even more. Who would have thought that the Corleone family could obtain Edgar Hoover's signed certificate!

Although Edgar Hoover's situation is not very good now, if he wants to kill a captain of the New York Police Department, it will definitely not be much easier than crushing an ant; he has no doubts about the authenticity of the signature.

Fake, in this country, some people may dare to forge Truman’s signature, but absolutely no one dares to forge Edgar Hoover’s signature!

Originally, he thought that after his godfather was shot in an assassination, the Corleone family would immediately turn into a ball of sand and be easily defeated by Sollozzo and the Tartaglia family. Now that he was helping, there was no danger. Who knew that the Corleone family would actually be with him?

Hoover had connections.

While he was on tenterhooks, the phone on his desk rang again. He thought it was a call from the Tartaglia family or his own police. He didn't get up to answer it. However, the phone kept ringing stubbornly. If he didn't answer it, he would probably

It kept ringing, and McRobles picked up the phone irritably, "You'd better give me a good reason now, or I'll kick your ass."

"Wow, the honorable Officer McRobles is going to kick someone's ass. I'm so scared!" came an annoying voice on the phone, the same one he heard at the door of the hospital just now.

"You...what do you want to do?" McRobles calmed down as if a basin of cold water was poured from head to toe.

"You put on your casual clothes in a while, don't bring anyone with you, come out from the police station, take a taxi, and go to the Irish restaurant two streets east of the hospital. The chef there is very good at cooking dishes from your hometown.

I believe you will like it." Shen Long gave an irresistible order in a calm voice.

After hanging up the phone, Officer McRobles heard a loud roar and the sound of smashing things in his office. He felt angry and humiliated, but he still did not dare to refuse.

The other party set the meeting place at an Irish restaurant, not only because it was close to the hospital, but also to hint to him that the Corleone family knew all about his details.

He put on casual clothes and took a taxi to the restaurant without anyone. There were not many diners in the restaurant now, and that annoying face was sitting behind the table in the corner looking at him with a smile.

"I hate Italians!" McRobles sat down angrily.

"I don't like the Irish either." Shen Long shrugged. Before the Italian gang came to power, the underworld in New York was dominated by the Irish. Officer McRobles and his son must have been greatly affected by this, and today he is in

I've hit a big snag here again, it's strange that I like it.

"What do you want to eat? The Irish stew and smoked salmon here are really good." Both are specialties from McRobles' hometown.

"Okay." McRobles raised his hands in surrender, "Our time is precious, so let's talk straight to the point. What did you want to say when you called me over?" He was not in the mood to eat now, even if

It is my favorite food.

"I'm just surprised. When did Don Vito's life depreciate to the point where it was worth only ten thousand dollars?" Shen Long told the bribe number given to McRobles by the Tartaglia family, "What kind of person is this?"

Would you take such a big risk for this little money?"
Chapter completed!