"Oh……"

Allen pointed to Areno next to him and said, "Do you know who he is?"

…

Martin saw Areno as soon as he entered the door, but he had never had any contact with Areno before, so... he had no idea. Now he turned his head in the direction Alan pointed, especially the star on Areno's collar and the badge on his chest, the more he looked, the more familiar he looked.

Isn’t this the famous Los Angeles police?

Legend has it that it has a very bad reputation. The smooth little combo of its subordinate police officers for emptying magazines is known around the world. Moreover, over the years, many of its subordinate police officers have exposed racial discrimination, which once caused panic among the public, but in the end... the police officers with problems are often placed on administrative leave, and the Los Angeles Police Department is still the Los Angeles Police Department, and the number of personnel has increased year by year.

"This is Mr. Areno, the chief of the Los Angeles Police Department. You should have heard of him, right?"

Alan took the initiative to introduce Areno's identity to Martin.

"???"

Martin looked at Areno, who looked a little unnatural, and was somewhat confused. How could this man be here, and how could Alan say these things in front of him? This...

"Okay, don't waste my time. My patience is limited. Hurry up and hand over your card and password, or you won't have the chance to hand it over when I send you to the embassy."

"Why are you arresting me? I haven't committed any crime?!"

Martin looked at Allen's arrogant and self-righteous attitude, then looked at Areno. Is this noble lord crazy to rob in front of the Los Angeles Police Chief?

…

Alan tilted his head and glanced at Martin, then gestured with his right hand holding a cigarette to stop Xiao Shitou who was about to take action, then smiled and glanced at Areno next to him.

"Why should I arrest you? Just you? Do I need a reason to arrest you?"

Grabbing the thick-bottomed glass ashtray next to him with his left hand, Alan stood up suddenly, and before Martin could react...

"bump!"

“Bang!”

"bump!"

Martin only felt something flash by, and then his eyes went black, and his brain seemed to have crashed. After dozens of seconds, endless pain gathered from all over his body to his head. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream, and could only lie on the ground and twitch unconsciously.

…

Areno stared blankly at the scene in front of him, somewhat dazed.

Allen, who had just been gentle and a little bit aggressive, suddenly stood up with an ashtray and hit the Argentine in front of him on the head several times.

From the first hit, blood gushed out of Martin's head like a fountain. When he hit him for the fourth time, Martin lay on the ground twitching like a dead dog, with his limbs twitching. He looked a little scary.

The person who was alive and kicking just now is now dead or alive.

"Sir...you are..."

Areno had already used honorifics unconsciously. He was really afraid of this kind of person who could be cheerful one second and suddenly become violent and violent the next, like a psychopath.

…

“Dang~”

Throwing the ashtray back onto the coffee table next to the sofa, Alan sat down and took a deep puff of his cigarette, then closed his eyes and let out a long breath, muttering, "Fuck... It feels so good. I haven't beaten someone so happily in a long time. My subordinates are all very considerate, and I can't find any reason to punish them. America is such a great place!"

Hearing Alan's mumbling, Areno's lips twitched, and he glanced at Martin who was still twitching on the ground. In this situation, he had a headache.

"What did Mr. Areno just ask me?"

"Sir... this... is not in accordance with the rules, right?"

Pointing at Martin on the ground, Areno repeated the question.

"Is it against the rules? How could it be? I have always been the most disciplined in doing things. You said that he is a foreigner, on American soil, in public, openly assaulting a foreign diplomat. Under such circumstances, I asked my bodyguard to temporarily detain him. How is this against the rules? Oh...you mean this?"

Allen seemed to have just discovered that Martin was in a bad condition. He looked at Martin, who was lying on the ground and twitching silently, and said, "Didn't you see it just now? If I hadn't had an ashtray in my hand, he would have almost succeeded. He attacked me first."

“…”

Areno looked at Allen, who had not even wiped the blood off his left hand, and then looked at Martin lying on the ground.

If that's the case, then it does make sense...but...you're not taking me seriously enough, are you?

…

"Have you finished your work down there?"

Alan was too lazy to pay attention to them. He just greeted Xiao Shitou and started asking questions.

"Well……"

Little Stone walked to the door and called over the person on duty outside, and asked quietly, then walked back to Alan, bent over and whispered: "Master, there is a little problem downstairs, but it's not a big problem. We will continue to implement Plan B, and it will be finished in about twenty minutes."

"Well... take him away, break his legs and then interrogate him. Check all the information we found about his overseas accounts, get the password and give it to me. Go ahead and do it quickly."

"yes!"

Alan watched Xiao Shitou have Martin dragged away, then he stood up and looked at Director Areno.

I wiped his shoulder with my left hand. The polyester police shirt felt good, and with the black and blue color, even if there was blood on it it wouldn't be noticeable, just like it was slightly wet with sweat.

…

Areno suppressed his anger and watched Alan wipe his hands on his clothes. Alan was standing opposite him, but he was a head taller than Areno, and the sense of oppression was extremely strong. He just wiped his hands without saying a word, and when he finally wiped his hands clean, he also helped Areno straighten his collar.

"That Martin has a deposit of about 4 million US dollars in a Swiss bank, and he also has a deposit of more than 1 million pounds in Standard Chartered Bank. The total is about 6 million US dollars. All this money... was available before he was arrested. It has nothing to do with him now."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"What's the meaning?"

Allen looked down into Areno's eyes and said, "I don't care about such a small amount of money. I don't know if you care about it. This money has nothing to do with this case. After my men get the password, Martin will be handed over to you, and you can do whatever you want with his people."

"!"

Areno instantly understood what Alan meant.

In the United States, if a person is caught after committing a crime, normally he or she must go through judicial procedures. Before that, even if he or she is temporarily detained, there are various restrictions.

However, for certain special types of criminals, the procedures and processes do not need to be so formal. The more complicated the incident involved, the simpler the process.

Just like now, a foreigner attacked a diplomat from another foreign country on American soil, and the identity of this diplomat was very special.

In this case, the judicial process can be completed quickly and with simplified procedures.

During this process, not to mention other police forces, as far as the Los Angeles police are concerned, people leave their voices behind and geese leave their photos behind. Once a person falls into their hands, how can they be worthy of the badge on their chest if they don't skin him alive?

But if he took Martin back directly and handed him over to his subordinates, the money he scraped from him would have to be divided among the lower levels, and in the best case scenario, what would finally reach Areno's hands would be only a few hundred thousand dollars at most.

This is no longer a small amount!

The police officers working below get a share, the city councilors taking charge above get a share, and even the judges get a share. No matter how much money is, as long as many people share it, in the end no one will get much.

What Allen meant now was that he had already taken the money in advance, and even if Martin explained it later, the money had nothing to do with him. Allen also said that he looked down on this small amount of money, so what did he mean by that…

What is six million dollars?

It is a concept that can allow Areno to perform pole dancing for Master Allen on the spot!

The kind that can recite poetry while dancing!

Areno's eyes moved, and without any hesitation, he pulled up Alan's left hand, and used his sleeve to carefully wipe the blood stains on Alan's hand. While wiping, he asked, "Do you need me to help you with any trouble?"

…

"Hahaha, Chief Areno is indeed an elite in the police force and the embodiment of justice. He knows how to share the worries of ordinary people like us. I like talking to smart people the most. Obviously, Chief Areno, you are a smart person. As for me... I came to America this time just to save people. I don't care about anything else. But there are still many women under his command in Argentina. They can't be brought here all at once. I wonder if Chief Areno can find a way to ask Martin to send some of the women who stayed in Argentina and didn't come here after he returns?"

Alan pulled back his left hand, raised it in front of his eyes and looked at it. It must be said that Chief Areno's hands, which were wiped with the cuffs of his police uniform, were clean.

"As for the reward, it's the six million dollars. I wonder if my small request will embarrass Director Areno?"

"No! How could that be? Your visit to Los Angeles this time can bring hundreds of jobs to our city. I welcome you very much. Our Los Angeles police have always attached great importance to investors like you. Give me... 24 hours, and I guarantee that you will meet more women who are waiting for your rescue."

"Okay, thank you for your help, Director Areno. Do you need me to transfer the money to your account in America?"

Allen narrowed his eyes and looked at Director Areno. Part of the money he took from Martin was theoretically the service fee Allen gave him this time. This money was spent by him twice, so it was worth it. Now it was waste recycling, even if it cost $10,000 to get an employee, Allen felt it was worth it!

…

"No! No, thank you for your kindness, you don't need to worry about anything here."

Areno quickly stopped Allen's thoughts. The funds in overseas accounts were much safer than those in the United States. Unless he was crazy, he would not transfer the money back.

With these six million dollars, even if he retires right where he is, his life will be worth it!

He just disliked Allen in many ways, but after Allen spent the six million dollars, Areno had to admit in his heart that he was indeed a traditional hereditary aristocrat, and he was generous in doing things. Even though the six million was squeezed out of Martin right under his nose, he was able to squeeze it out, which showed his ability. After squeezing it out, he could still throw it out without a care, and it happened to him, Areno, which was even more of a skill!

…

"Sir... It's not safe here anymore. I'll call them over now. Do you want to go back now or wait for me to send a police car to escort you back?"

Areno is a good man and he does his best to the end. It seems that he has almost said everything and it is time for him to take the stage. Since he has received the money, he will definitely be serious about the job. Now that guns have been fired down there, it would be a bit unsafe for Areno to stay here.

"Um... By the way, do you know where these people are temporarily detained?"

Alan nodded and he was also ready to withdraw. Today they were only rescuing future employees. After the rescue they would not be able to accept media interviews on the spot. That would be too fake. They had to catch all the people first, lock them up, and then slowly try them to separate the bad guys from the victims. After a day or two of waiting for the results, they would officially announce it to the public.

You can't rush this kind of thing. The plan has already arranged all the steps.

"I know, I know. I will send all of them to your prison without missing a single one."

"Well, that's good. Those poor women..."

Allen continued with a sympathetic expression, "They are all a group of poor people. They have no relatives or friends in America. When the time comes, I will be responsible for the legal team they need. Is that okay?"

"!!!"

Areno's heart trembled violently twice. Allen looked full of pity, but if this lawyer came to his side, then these women really... could not escape from his grasp at all. The person who rescued them was Allen, and the place where they were temporarily detained was Allen's private prison. Even the lawyer was his man, and even the chief of the police station himself was his man. What could they do then?

The British nobles are really cruel. They have thought of everything that can be thought of. They are like whores, but they still want to be virtuous.

"Your Excellency is indeed a role model of morality. It is an honor for these people to meet you. I will remember your request, so please rest assured."

Just now, Allen praised Areno as the embodiment of justice, and now Areno turned around and praised Allen as a role model of morality. The two of them talked closely, and the scene was harmonious between the police and the nobles. It was really...

…

"That's good. I'll leave first. I'll leave the rest here to you."

"Don't worry, sir. I'll call them right away and tell them to come over!"

Areno smiled and bent over to see Alan off. This was completely different from his attitude when he first arrived, when he kept people several meters away.

"I will leave my butler to give you the card number and password later."

"Okay, sir. Take your time."

"Shi Tou, you stay here and cooperate with Director Areno. You can also hand over the password directly to Director Areno later."

"Okay, Master."

Little Stone nodded, glanced at Areno who was looking at Alan with a flattering expression, and smiled at him too.

…

"bite!"

As the elevator door opened, curious people on the first floor of the hotel came over to check out the situation, but they were blocked by Alan's bodyguards and could not get in.

"Master, shall we go back?"

Old Carl accompanied Ai personally.

"Let's go back. How are the media preparing?"

"Please come this way. We'll go through the back door. The media has prepared seven versions of the press release. Would you like to take a look?"