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Navalli hurried to the gate of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Just in front of the gate of the police station, he saw the familiar figure of Julia, who was standing at the door, stepping back and forth with a restless and anxious face, and seeing Navalli coming, she forced a smile.

"...Well, how is Mr. Masip doing now?"

Navalli sat on the walker, a suffocating impulse came from the back of his throat, he suppressed it forcibly, and asked Julia.

"The specifics are not clear..."

The sky was dark, coupled with the anxiety in her heart, Julia didn't notice Navalli's discomfort. She took a deep breath, turned her head to look at the "LAPD" sign at the entrance of the police station, and explained.

After some explanations, Navalli finally understood some of the facts.

——It turned out that Julia and Masip returned to the headquarters of "Unity Block" after the work of "Unity Block" ended today. But while Julia was sorting out the materials, Masip received a call and left the headquarters in a hurry.

A few hours later, Julia had sorted out the materials and fell asleep in the lounge. It was around this time that Masip returned to the headquarters office.

But in the middle of the night, Julia was suddenly awakened by a noise. She put on her clothes and came outside the lounge, but saw Masip being taken away by the FBI.

Shocked, she wanted to communicate with the FBI, but got the answer that "Masip was suspected of murder" and refused to let Masip meet with her.

Watching Masip being taken away, Julia then made multiple phone calls, inquired about the news through the information channels established by the "Unity Block" over the years, and finally got some facts.

——It turns out that the reason why Masip was taken away, as the FBI told Julia, was because of a murder case that had just been discovered.

As for the subject of the murder—

"Navali, do you remember the reporter we saw this morning?"

Julia asked Navalli with a hoarse voice.

Navalli's memory was activated all of a sudden.

"You mean... that Catherine, a female reporter from the Los Angeles Times?"

Julia nodded.

"I have gathered the information I can get now. Catherine's body was discovered by the police in the evening, and then the FBI quickly dispatched and arrested Mr. Masip according to the clues left by the deceased—and then handed him over to the police. 'LAPD' (Los Angeles Police Department). But..."

Julia didn't finish her words, but Navalli could understand the unfinished meaning of her words.

——Is the efficiency of the FBI so high? Can the murderer be locked down the night the body is found? And the process of handing over the suspect was actually so fast... The implication in this made Navali's breath tense.

Julia looked at the gate of the police station, gritted her teeth, stared at the relaxed-looking police officer on duty at the gate of the police station with resentful eyes, and said unwillingly:

"...The Solidarity Block has grown rapidly over the past few years, and we've had a number of pop-up raids by the FBI and the IRS—they come to the office every few months and move all of our accounts Even the scraps of paper on the ground are left alone, just to catch any possibility of economic illegality or tax evasion; there are often uniformed men who raid Uncle Masip, me, and other 'solidarity blocks. ', and will use that seductive tone, trying to find the illegal facts of the 'Unity Block' from us...

"...But they don't know that Mr. Masip has always been very concerned about any situation that may violate the current law, even if there are some reasonable tax avoidance methods, he will not use them-how could he do it like this? Murder! Those guys...don't even agree to let me go in for a visit, and also refused to meet with a lawyer...I can't imagine...how Uncle Masip will be treated inside..."

Julia clenched her fists, trembling slightly, her voice seemed to be squeezed out of her teeth.

Navalli took control of the walker and moved closer to her.

He looked at Julia, felt her intense and unwilling emotions, and his mood became dark. Stretching out his hand, Navali wanted to comfort Julia, even if it was just to pat her on the back—but after raising his hand, Navali's body trembled slightly. After a long time, he still didn't pat her. Instead, he fell back onto his walker.

And at this moment, a voice sounded from the side.

"...Julia."

Both Navalli and Julia followed the voice and looked back. A man with a strong figure and an extremely firm face, who looked a bit like DePaul, came over and said to Julia in a calm voice:

"——I already know about Chairman Masip. I am dealing with this matter through various channels, and I have protested to the Los Angeles Police Department through my lawyer."

He walked to Julia's side, stretched out his hand naturally, and wrapped Julia's shoulder. Navalli's eyes fell on the hands of the man holding Julia, and suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Julia showed him a fuller smile, did not refuse the man's shoulder hug, and said to the man in a grateful voice:

"... sorry for your trouble, Travis."

"It doesn't matter."

The man named Travis shifted his eyes to Navali, and looked up and down at him sitting on the walker, from his lower body to his upper body, and finally stayed on his face that was not humanoid, his eyes Narrowing his eyes slightly, he said with some pity:

"This... should be Mr. Navalli, right? I heard Julia mention it."

"Yes."

Julia gave him a genuine, genuine smile. Then she seemed to remember something, turned her head, looked at Navalli, and said to him:

"Hi, Navalli, I almost forgot to introduce you—this is Travis. He is also Hispanic, his parents are illegal immigrants, he has completed his law course at Harvard University by his own efforts, and is graduating Later, he was deeply inspired by Uncle Masip's speech, so he joined the "Unity Block" a year ago-he is very good, and helped us improve our efficiency by at least 50% this year, and expanded the "Unity Block" He is now a senior officer of the "Unity Block", and even Uncle Masip believes that he is qualified to be the next president!

"...However, because Travis works elsewhere during the group day, and Navalli, you only participate in the group day...so you don't have much chance to meet...until now..."

Julia's voice echoed in her ears.

As if it came from a very far away place.

Navalli felt a little dizzy.

He listened with a dull expression.

The head is slightly lowered, but the corner of the eye always stays there - where Travis is holding Julia's shoulder.

The heart tightened uncontrollably.

But at the same time, a sense of shame came from the bottom of my heart. I knew that Teacher Masip had encountered a bigger problem, but I felt sorry for the sudden appearance of a new person in Julia's personal relationship. Shaken deeply.

"No...it can't be like this..."

Navalli controlled himself to raise his head, suppressed the constriction of his heart, and smiled at Julia and Travis:

"I, I see...Julia."

"Mr. Navalli, hello."

At this moment, Travis stretched out his hand in a timely manner, showing a decent smile, and stretched it out in front of Navali.

——It was the hand that had just wrapped around Julia's shoulder.

Navari stretched out his hand hesitantly, and just as he was about to touch Travis's palm, the latter shook Navari as if he had barely touched it.

"Travis, you, hello..."

"Navali, why are you so flustered?"

Julia looked at Navali with a convulsive face, and asked in surprise.

"It doesn't matter—Mr. Navalli should be too shocked by the fact that the president was arrested on suspicion of murder."

Travis smiled and offered an explanation for Navalli's wavering, and Julia's attention was thus diverted and she returned to the incident itself. Thinking of Masip, her face sank again.

"Travis... about Uncle Masip..."

"It doesn't matter. I have negotiated with the LAPD through various relevant people I know. Now I will go to the police station and ask... I will see if I can meet with President Masip."

Julia shook her head resentfully.

"There is no way, I wanted to enter the police station just now, but the duty officer at the door stopped me directly - I couldn't even enter the reception room... This must be the LAPD, no, it's the secret of the police department— —”

Travis patted her on the shoulder and stopped her more violent words:

"Julia, trust the law—"

He looked at Julia with pure black eyes, and his voice was calm and solemn:

"If we can no longer trust even the last bottom line of the law, how can we move forward?"

Travis's magnetic voice made Julia calm down a little. She looked at Travis with an apologetic smile:

"...oh, Travis, you're right."

"—Don't worry, I believe the chairman will be fine. I'll ask now, maybe the negotiations through those channels can get a satisfactory result?"

Travis winked at Julia and gave Julia a mischievous grin, which finally made her smile in relief.

Seeing Julia's performance, he was finally relieved and waved to Julia. His slender and strong figure walked towards the duty room at the entrance of the police station. .

—Only Navalli.

He was like a forgotten puppet, sitting on the walker, dumbfoundedly watching everything just now.

He hasn't spoken since Travis explained it to him.

All of this is like a play, Julia and Travis are the heroine and heroine of the play, as for him—is it like a prop in the scene, such as a broom under the table? Or a flower pot next to it?

Navali watched silently.

No feeling of wanting to cry.

However, the chest seemed to be blocked.

At this moment, he wished that his heart could disappear. Because of this, there will be no pain sensation there. In this way, he can become a simple young man who only worries about the danger of the benefactor "Mr. Masipu" who rescued him.

"Ms. Masip...Ms. Masip...I'm worried about Mrs. Masip...it's okay...Julia's feelings have nothing to do with me...this is something I've known from the beginning... "

Navalli reminded himself in his heart, like engraving a stone tablet, wanting to strangle these words deeply into his heart.

And Julia next to him finally noticed him at this time, and the heroine on the stage asked kindly to the flowerpot:

"Navali...are you feeling okay? You...are also worried about Uncle Masip?"

Julia's face was sad, and there was some water color in his pupils. Navari's heart was twitching. He smiled stiffly and said to Julia:

"Yeah... Teacher Masip... I really hope he can be released soon... Julia, don't worry too much... I will do my best to help Teacher Masip..."

To calm his breathing, Navalli could only speak intermittently.

And just when he finally finished speaking, just when Julia was about to respond, a hurried voice came from the side, and he took a closer look—it was Travis, who spoke solemnly and joyfully to Julia. said:

"Okay! My channel is working! Although it's only ten minutes...but we can enter the LAPD and meet President Masip in the meeting room!"