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Chapter 189 - 150 I just received your complaint about me, shall we talk?_2

Chapter 189: Chapter 150 I just received your complaint about me, shall we talk?_2

"Such a hassle."

Brian exhaled a puff of smoke and shook his head, "If that’s not acceptable, I might as well marry into their family."

In this part of the world, marrying into a family was also scoffed at.

Rajag, "...then the child won’t have your surname."

He spoke in a rather circumspect manner.

"It doesn’t matter," Brian said dismissively, waving his hand, "If Susan’s father is willing to give his inheritance to our child, I’d even take the child’s surname."

What a struggle.

Rajag: ...

Seeing Brian’s shameless demeanor, he began to believe that Brian might really be able to handle Susan’s difficult mother and her unpleasant father.

Saying goodbye to Rajag.

Brian got into the car, ready to drop Green off at the B6 division office first.

His car was still parked there.

On the way.

Green curiously asked Brian, "Boss, what were you guys talking about earlier?"

Brian glanced at him and honestly said, "The Independent Man’s Guide to Starting a Business."

"How do you start a business?"

"Find a wealthy woman."

Green bowed his head, deep in thought.

And don’t mention, really don’t!

In Hollywood, there were indeed many wealthy women who liked young, robust black men like him, and he had status as an added bonus, with the allure of a uniform, it seemed there really was a possibility...

The next day.

Brian received his salary and bonus, totaling over a hundred thousand US dollars.

Green also got his first paycheck since joining the B6 unit.

Looking at the figure on it, he couldn’t help but cheer.

He followed Brian for a drink of soup and received a check for just under twenty thousand US dollars.

It was the first time Green had ever made so much money.

What surprised him even more.

Brian gave him an additional two thousand US dollars as a bonus for assisting the C5 unit in solving a case.

It wasn’t a lot of money, just a gesture.

Green was already very satisfied.

He was just a bit player and had scored an easy two thousand US dollars.

Indeed, it matters who you’re with when you’re a bit player.

In the young man’s heart, his resolve to follow Brian had firmed up considerably!

The rest of the office was also in good spirits.

However, they had received their own checks before leaving work the day before, the excitement had passed, but their state of mind at work was much more dedicated than before.

Except for Ivan and Glenn.

They had also solved the cases they were working on but only brought back a minor convicted member, as for the Limp Gang, after expending some effort and having people negotiate for peace, someone from NW Operations had spoken up.

The investigation just fizzled out.

Brian didn’t have much of a solution for this.

NW’s power came from the collective tacit consent and support of all capital and authority institutions in Los Angeles; as a price, it would also be somewhat influenced by capital.

At noon.

Brian went to the bank and, according to the information of the police officer he found, transferred money to the middle-aged policeman who had lost his daughter in the Forest Park case, as a token of sympathy.

Afterward, he took Shi San, bought many toys and gift boxes, drove to the Children’s House where the female victim Olina used to help, found the head of the house, briefly explained the case, and left those gifts.

Each gift had a name on it.

Brian didn’t say he was the one who bought them but explained they were from a gift list found on Olina.

This was also Olina’s last gift to the children.

After sending off the gifts, there was no obsession gift.

Brian guessed it probably needed these gifts to be handed to the children before there would be a reaction.

He wasn’t too concerned about it.

Even without the gift energy, he would have helped fulfill such an obsession.

After saying goodbye to the black middle-aged woman, who began to wipe her tears again, Brian took Shi San to get something to eat.

Partly eating in the store, partly taking out to the car.

Quite troublesome.

But Brian and Shi San’s appetites were somewhat large, together they were too conspicuous.

...

Back at the office.

When Brian saw that Green and the others were gone, he asked old Hardenn curiously, "Where are Green and Ivan?"

"A new case came up; the victim was a wealthy person, found dead in the bathtub of a guest room in a villa by a cleaning maid. Ivan and the others feel that since they’ve received so much in bonuses recently thanks to your efforts, they wanted to do more."

Old Hardenn didn’t even turn his head, leisurely playing a game similar to Sokoban on the computer.

"Alright," Brian nodded, "What about the case with the woman’s body in the tree before?"

That piece of trash who sold his daughter, still hadn’t been dealt with.

When this case was mentioned, old Hardenn stopped his game and gave Brian a strange look:

"Because there are so many cases, the court has increased its efficiency by quite a bit.

This case should have a result in a little over a week.

But it’s the first time I’ve seen you take an interest in a case.

Brian, as someone who’s been around, I must remind you not to do anything unnecessary. We may have compassion or might enforce the law too strictly, but..."

"Stop!"

Brian cut off old Hardenn’s words, "I just saw on the police bulletin that there was a fire at that pig farm where the victim was confined, and several bodies were found. I’m just curious, that’s all."

The pig farm had been discovered.

But this time the case wasn’t assigned to Team B6.

Since two new teams were added to Group C, they indeed had it a lot easier.

Old Hardenn neither confirmed nor denied Brian’s explanation.

He fumbled around in the drawer and pulled out a business card: "This is my friend’s number; he knows some people in prison. If you want to do something, contact him. He’s very reliable."

Having said that, he returned his attention to the computer game.

Looking at the business card in front of him, Brian silently pocketed it.

He had previously asked old Hardenn to keep an eye on this matter because of the help Hardenn had proactively offered last time; there was a bit of a test in it.

It seemed that the results were not bad now.

At least Hardenn wasn’t someone too rigid or meddling.

..

Near the end of the workday.

Because his colleagues were overly diligent, leaving him with nothing to do, Brian was preparing to work overtime tonight at the hospital, doing some side jobs to stockpile some Gift Energy points for himself.

Carolyn, a junior clerk from the NW Internal Affairs Department and Susan’s friend, clad in a short-skirted business suit and high-heeled shoes, came to Team B6’s office with her stockings-clad legs.

She went straight to Brian, "Officer Brian, we have received a complaint about you, and we would like to understand what happened."

"Complaint?"

Brian pointed to himself, "Me?"

The first time had disappeared?

Without saying much, Carolyn simply walked up to Susan’s office door and beckoned him with her finger.

The gesture was somewhat enticing.

Why was it just Carolyn who had come over this time?

Curious.

Brian followed her in.

...

More than ten minutes later.

Carolyn, with her clothes disheveled and a black eye, left Team B6’s office hastily, with tear-swollen eyes.

Brian followed with a sneer, pinching his fist, carrying a file behind her.

This young lady had actually tried to use the complaint information as leverage to have another round with him.

She had improved quite a bit.

At least she wasn’t cried this time.

Society indeed can toughen a person.

..

As someone who is uncomplicated and doesn’t carry emotions overnight, a person of kindness.

After work.

Brian, accompanied by Shi San, went directly to the complainer’s house and rang the doorbell.

In a moment.

A somewhat decadent man, exuding the smell of alcohol, opened the door.

When he saw that it was Brian, he was stunned.

Looking at him, Brian’s smile was warm, "Peter, I just received your complaint about me, shall we talk?"