"No one left, that's all!" the SWAT captain replied, "I shouldn't have needed so many people! What a waste of police resources!"
By this time Jerry had realized something was wrong.
Soon, Sheriff Duke and the head of the Anti-Criminal and Anti-Drug Division also walked out of the factory.
"Commander, there's nothing illegal in the factory..." Duke said, "No drugs... Not even a bit of marijuana..."
"What? That's impossible!" Jerry asked. "What about the prohibited firearms? What about the explosives? None?"
Sheriff Duke pulled out three pistols, handed them to Jerry, and said, "We only found three Glock pistols."
At this time, Frank in the police car next to him became even more excited. He cursed loudly: "Fuck! Jerry! These three guns are carried by my bodyguard! They are all purchased legally and have gun licenses!"
"Why are you arresting me?! I'm a philanthropic entrepreneur. I'm just here to get my car fixed! I'm going to sue the city government! I'm going to sue the city government!"
This time we have made such a big fuss, it will be difficult to deal with it if we can't find any evidence.
This Frank is not an ordinary person. He has a background. Arresting him without any evidence would be like digging a big hole for yourself.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Jerry said, "This is the home of the Hell's Angels! How could there be nothing illegal here?!"
He jumped out of the police car and personally led several police officers into the machine repair shop.
Jerry spent more than an hour searching every corner of the machine repair shop, but in the end he found nothing.
At this moment, he also realized that he had fallen into a trap...
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