The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 131 Jane: I was obviously the one who came first!

"Why is he so resistant to us?"

Susan frowned as she watched the bald old accountant leave.

Surveillance video of bribery and bribery cannot be used as evidence in court because of the shady origin, but they don't need to play this way. As long as they get the bald old accountant involved with the New York judge, and then bring out the Gambino family, the bet is

The New York judge either compromised or pressured the Gambino family to let them deal with the situation cleanly.

Regardless of the outcome, the ending for the bald old accountant will not be too good.

In the past forty years, the bald old accountant has indeed made great contributions to trafficking groups such as the Gambino family, but once there is a risk, these trafficking groups will never gamble with the safety of their own family's account books on the loyalty of the bald old accountant.

of.

A smart bald old accountant would not fail to understand this truth, but no matter what they said, the bald old accountant would rather risk being killed than cooperate with them. She really couldn't understand it.

Chuck was not surprised and said calmly: "I told you before, he is very smart!"

"..."

Susan choked suddenly.

She knew that Chuck was referring to what he told her before, the statistical probability of the outcome of cooperating with them in the witness protection program.

Betting on the trust of calf-trafficking syndicates like the Gambino family is, at best, just a matter of one shot.

If you choose to cooperate with them, the outcome is almost always the same: death, but there is a high probability that you will be frightened for many years and finally be tortured to death.

Smart people do know what to do.

But people like her hate smart people!

"Now how to do?"

Susan suppressed the complaints in her heart.

"Continue to follow and monitor him."

Chuck said: "Waiting for the opportunity to come, when it is really a life and death crisis, in a state of survival, smart people will lose their minds."

Susan nodded, then glanced at Chuck: "You shouldn't say anything about pretending to assassinate."

"Isn't it an open secret?"

Chuck looked at her and said bluntly.

"..."

Susan took a deep breath and said angrily: "In addition to this open secret, what other open secrets do you know? Let me hear it."

"You want to try?"

Chuck frowned.

"has a problem?"

Susan secretly smiled in her heart, imitating Chuck's example, and said expressionlessly: "Isn't it a very common thing for you?"

"Of course there is a problem!"

Chuck said seriously: "These open secrets are also secrets and cannot be disclosed in court because they violate the law."

"You care that much about the law?"

Susan felt funny in her heart and looked at Chuck with disbelief.

"certainly!"

Chuck said straightforwardly: "The law is the minimum moral requirement for people, and I am a human being."

Susan was stunned for a moment, chewing on this sentence. The more she thought about it, the more memorable it became. However, although she agreed with this sentence in her heart, she couldn't see Chuck's overly calm look and said arrogantly: "Then what do you think?"

So, those who break the law and commit crimes are not human beings? And what are those people who keep clinging to the words of the law and crossing the lines drawn by the law?"

"Not absolutely."

Chuck shook his head.

"Why?"

Susan smiled.

"Because some laws are not made up by humans."

Chuck said calmly.

It is said that when laws and regulations flourish, thieves abound. Western law has gone to this extreme. In order to leave a gap for the powerful class to practice the art of trading, legal provisions are becoming more and more detailed. It seems to be for better law enforcement, but in fact it is

Not only do they not behave themselves, but they also force everyone else to behave differently.

Jane's mouth couldn't help but curl up as she listened.

She had never found that she enjoyed watching Chuck choke and yell at others so much.

The case has now entered a waiting period.

After Susan explained that the FBI's technical department continued to monitor, she announced that she was off work.

Any job is for a better life.

"Agent Banner, let's go have some fun together?"

Susan smiled and invited Jane.

"……playing what?"

Jane originally wanted to talk to Chuck alone, but when she caught a glimpse of Susan's half-smiling expression, her refusal turned into a rhetorical question with her head held high.

"Las Vegas, of course I want to try my luck."

Susan smiled and said: "It's just the two of us playing, he doesn't have a chance to play!"

"Why?"

Jane is puzzled.

Susan told the story about Chuck becoming a Supreme VIP.

Jane felt both funny and a little unhappy. She didn't even know about this kind of thing, but this Susan knew... She was obviously the one who came first.

"Dr. Wolfe, do you have anything to say?"

Susan joked.

"have."

Chuck nodded: "When you play, stay away from the slot machine."

"Why?"

Susan joked: "Is it because playing slot machines is pure luck, and it may be manipulated by the casino behind the scenes, so nine times out of ten you will lose?"

"no."

Chuck shook his head: "For you, gambling is only about luck and no skill. I remind you not to play slot machines because classmate Cooper's grandmother is here."

"What does this have to do with that little guy's grandmother?"

Susan automatically filtered out the disparaging words of 'no skill, just luck' and asked very curiously.

"Because Cooper's grandma is old."

Chuck said straightforwardly: "People at their age who still like to gamble mostly play slot machines, and their body self-control ability is no longer what it used to be. Under the stimulation of such joy and sorrow, it is easy to become incontinent..."

"Geez."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Susan with a suspicious look on his face.

She never expected that Chuck would be so stubborn that he would be so disgusting.

But after thinking about it for a moment, she didn't doubt that Chuck was telling lies specifically to disgust her, because this was indeed a reasonable and high-probability event.

She will never play slot machines again!

no way!!!

Jane couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

"You can still laugh?"

Susan looked at her speechlessly: "Don't you find it disgusting?"

"no."

Jane suppressed a smile: "If from a medical point of view, Chuck is just describing a very normal physiological phenomenon, then don't you have any elderly people in your family? Even if you are as beautiful as you, don't you have these physiological conditions?"

Susan was speechless. Seeing Jane's heartfelt smile, her expression changed and she also changed into a smiling face: "You're right, fairies also have to shit."

"..."

The smile on Jane's mouth suddenly froze.

Normal is normal, talk about it, but can you stop saying it so naively?

She couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing this, Susan smiled even more happily.

Compared to her being unconventional?

How could Jane, who looked innocent at first glance, be her opponent!

She lets herself go, even if she is afraid of herself!

Chuck was too lazy to pay attention to them. Even if they were as beautiful as fairies, it would not be a pleasant scene to keep saying these things.

When I walked to the elevator, I saw the Cooper family returning home happily led by Aunt Sheldon.

Um.

Except for little Sheldon and little Sheldon's grandmother.

"Hi, Chuck!"

Missy, wearing fashionable big sunglasses and holding colorful drinks, happily greeted Chuck.

Chuck nodded to her.

“It’s so much fun here.”

Missy is a social nerd. She didn't care about Chuck's indifference and continued to express her happiness enthusiastically: "The buffet is also great, and the drinks are super delicious. Do you want to try it?"

With that said, he handed the colorful drink in his hand to Chuck.

"Missy!"

Little Sheldon's father, George, awkwardly stopped him: "Dr. Wolfe is a man, how can he drink these things?"

"Dad, you are too narrow-minded."

Missy rolled her eyes: "Why can't men drink this? If the drink tastes good, it tastes good. Why do we have to distinguish between men and women!"

"You do not understand."

Little Sheldon's father, George, hesitated to speak.

He can't give this to his daughter to popularize science. Men who drink this will look effeminate, and they may even be regarded as gay.

"Chuck, do you think so?"

Missy smiled at Chuck.

"No."

Chuck shook his head.

In previous lives, there may have been nothing wrong with this statement, but in this comprehensive world of American dramas, everything has connotation and everything is on the line.

When you drink colorful drinks, some tough guys will come over and strike up a conversation, because this is a color that only tough guys can control.

"Missy, that's enough!"

Little Sheldon's mother, Mary, couldn't bear it any longer and shouted at her daughter: "You've been playing crazy all day, please go back to bed later."

"Be careful about bedwetting at night."

Little Sheldon's older brother, Little George, was unable to enter the casino because he was not old enough. For him, he was unable to conduct business model research, so he was very depressed. Seeing this, he couldn't help but tease his sister.

"Little George!"

Missy immediately blushed and glared at her brother fiercely.

"That's enough. Besides, I really have to make preparations."

Little Sheldon's mother Mary threatened.

Missy suddenly fell silent.

At this age where I am considered too old and too young, it is really embarrassing to have my family say such embarrassing things in public.

"Aren't you going up?"

When the elevator arrived, Mary couldn't help but remind him when she saw that Chuck wouldn't go in.

"I'll wait for the next one."

Chuck glanced at little Sheldon's father's belly.

"Ha ha."

Missy suddenly laughed knowingly.

The corners of Little Sheldon's father's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously retracted his big belly, turning it into a hunk of abdominal muscles.

When the elevator was about to open, Chuck looked at Mary and reminded her: "You'd better be prepared."

"ah!"

Missy screamed a little frantically.

"It's not you!"

Chuck looked at her.

By this time, the elevator had closed and started moving upward.

"Not Missy?"

Mary was stunned.

"Of course not me!"

Missy understood immediately and said with a smile: "How can I still wet the bed at such an old age? Chuck must be talking about Sheldon! You have forgotten, it was the first time Chuck met Sheldon. Sheldon

I just peed, maybe this time will be no exception, hehe."

"right!"

Little George nodded in agreement: "This guy might be Sheldon's nightmare."

"Why are you so happy?"

Mary also believed it, and secretly prepared to go back and make preparations, but when she saw a pair of children gloating about this, she suddenly turned serious and said: "Those are your elder brother and younger brother!"

Missy and Little George looked at each other and said in unison: "Yeah, if it weren't for Sheldon, we wouldn't be so happy."

"That makes sense..."

Little Sheldon's father, George, muttered.

Mary: "..."

(End of chapter)