Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 348 - 220: Take Action, Intercept

Chapter 348: Chapter 220: Take Action, Intercept

Seeing Brian being so disrespectful, Jason’s expression stiffened.

On the way here, he had been cursing inwardly non-stop.

Why had this case been transferred to the NW Action Department?!

That damn fool, didn’t he know the police scene in Los Angeles had changed?

Murder, even if the victim was a newly popular actress with a large fan base, was not a big deal to them.

The Department of Justice, police force, capital, media companies... they all had their people.

A small celebrity was nothing but a toy in the eyes of ordinary people, and just an object of amusement to them.

Like this case, a simple call could arrange many things before the public could react.

There were plenty of excuses.

They controlled what was written on white paper.

As long as no opposing internal forces deliberately caused trouble, even if the public didn’t believe it, it was useless. The rumor would only circulate for a while, and then everyone would forget that a budding female star had died.

That was the reality.

By the time he heard the news, the case had already been assigned by the reporting center.

If it had been assigned to one of the regular NW action teams, it wouldn’t have been a big deal.

The leaders of those teams were typically the second generation from Los Angeles families, making exchange of interests and negotiations smoother.

But it had to be the B6 team!

That team leader Susan had built a reputation among many in the Los Angeles police community when she, during her first case, blasted away a gang of mobsters with a pair of revolvers, taking down Mad Dog Ike.

For people like them, even Brian was not someone to be trifled with.

Despite his young age, he was already a Second-level Staff in the NW Action Department, almost like having an early invitation to manage, half stepping into Los Angeles’ upper society.

It would be fine if he was just talented.

Internally it was rumored that this guy seemed to have hooked up with Susan, the leader of the B6 team.

Susan wasn’t like many other second-generation leaders of NW action department teams.

She was the treasured daughter of the Adams family, not some insignificant illegitimate child.

That meant, aside from being talented, this young man Brian was like a man who had secured a backing, reducing his years of struggle significantly.

In this situation, he didn’t even know how to threaten such a young man.

Jason felt powerless.

As for such shitty teammates, this middle-to-upper tier police officer felt powerless.

..

Jason stood silently in front of Brian for a moment, then nodded, "I understand, I won’t interfere anymore, I hope you won’t regret this."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

That shithead was just one link in their chain of interests, he himself had been compelled to come over and try to internally resolve this issue.

If that wasn’t possible, he didn’t want to provoke this young man with a promising future because of others.

As he was leaving the villa estate, a camouflaged transport helicopter slowly flew in from afar.

Seeing the helicopter, Jason shook his head.

That shithead was done for.

"Young people are so hot-headed."

Jason got back into the car, took out his phone, and reported the situation to that shithead.

..

On the other end of the phone, a white-haired old man listened to Jason’s slightly mocking narration of the communication.

He was so angry that he threw his wine glass, splashing the pristine white wall with a layer of crimson: "Just because a bitch died, she dared to oppose me!"

Jason had intended to explain Brian’s background to this shithead, persuading him to proactively find a way to contact the other party, to see if they could reconcile, or find a scapegoat to settle the case.

But as he was about to speak, the other party had already hung up.

Jason shrugged, "Another fool corroded by his perceived power, unclear of his own position, it seems I won’t be seeing Jonathan at future annual gatherings."

Saying this, he patted the seat in front of him.

The driver immediately started the car, taking Jason back to the police station.

Yes, the person who killed the actress was indeed the one the black agent had guessed: Jonathan Armstrong, a director at the Los Angeles Red Cross Blood Center.

Jonathan was also very angry.

Ever since he joined the Blood Association, he had access to a network of contacts he hadn’t been able to reach before, and he had been intimate with female celebrities of all statuses until he was sick of it.

When had he ever been treated like this?

Jonathan had been having a tough time lately due to poor progress in some international business. Business with the Eastern Great Country had also suffered a fatal blow, breaking many connections, and his mood was already not good.

This was why he lost control last night and accidentally killed that canary.

Alcohol plus an emotional outburst led him to forget to notify anyone to handle the issue beforehand.

By the time he woke up and sent people to inquire, the NW had already taken over the case.

So, he had to contact Jason, an acquaintance, to handle the situation.

But they wouldn’t give him any face at all!

A cold look flashed in Jonathan’s eyes.

He was just an NW junior staff who didn’t even know the value of being in the Blood Association.

If reasoning nicely wouldn’t work, then let death be the solution!

He was going to ruin this small actor!

Thinking this.

Jonathan immediately took out another phone and dialed a satellite-encrypted communication.

...

Brian hadn’t expected the operational team sent by headquarters to be led by Orba, with whom he had previously cooperated.

Orba was the captain of the NW operations team; they had previously collaborated in Forest Park dealing with a primate Mutant Beast and later jointly addressed the Seven Deadly Sins type Mutant.

Orba greeted Brian with a rather emotional expression on his face.

He had previously recognized Brian’s potential and had built a relationship with him in advance.

But he had never expected that in just over a month, Brian’s rank within the organization had already surpassed his own.

This guy is too fierce!

Brian briefly explained the situation to Orba and asked him to take the black broker back for temporary custody for a few days to prevent him from being silenced.

Orba nodded, "No problem, I’ll take him directly to one of our team’s safehouses. This way it’ll be convenient for you to bring him back when you need to, and we can rest for a few days."

"Alright, thanks guys. I’ll treat you to drinks when it’s done."

Watching Orba and his group board the armed transport helicopter and leave, Brian then called Tom over to pack the beautiful corpse into a body bag and drive away.

It was around ten-fifty in the morning.

At this time, the traffic had eased a lot, not as congested as before.

Tom chose to take the direct route, no longer detouring.

He reminded Brian, "Brian, a bunch of reporters took photos of that helicopter earlier. They’re making a big deal out of the victim’s death case outside."

"What’s it to us if the PR department handles it?"

Brian laughed lightly, not caring at all.

Wearing a skin makes work easier.

Now asking him to quit NW, he was reluctant.

Part of this road connects to the main highway.

On the road, Brian and his team encountered highway police chasing a white BMW sedan, then performing a precise ’pit maneuver’ on the BMW.

This pit maneuver involved side ramming, forcibly knocking the target vehicle out of the lane, causing it to roll over or flip, losing the ability to escape.

"Amazing!"

Driver Tom uttered in astonishment at the officer’s textbook beautiful pit maneuver.

Many highway cops are tested on this skill, but not many can precisely bump a pursued vehicle out of a lane and achieve a ’pit stop’; only the elite can.

The difference between a vehicle flipping on the highway and off the highway is significant.

Whether it’s the ensuing handling, the needed blockade personnel, or the impact on government property damage, the differences are huge.

Brian nodded, "Indeed impressive, but you better speed up. I don’t want our car to be affected by the roadblock."

Tom nodded.

However, they were unlucky, as about two kilometers out, they were stopped by two crosswise heavy police motorcycles.

Two fully armed officers stood in front of the police vehicle, shouting something at the scene inspection car and gesturing for them to pull over.

"These guys have gotten so efficient all of a sudden; it seems that white BMW sedan had a pretty important criminal..."

Tom stopped the car, muttered under his breath, took out his credentials, and prepared to negotiate with them.

Brian stopped Tom by the arm, "Don’t move, something’s off!"

"Off?"

Tom was startled, and the next moment, quickly drew a handgun from underneath him, simultaneously restarted the car, ready to maneuver the vehicle sideways to block any potential threats.

Brian twisted his neck, pulled out his handgun, and whispered, "Their shouting distance is a bit far, you know what that means!"

Tom, belatedly realizing, gasped.

It meant a sanctioned killing!

In the United States, police authority is high because of the high risk of the job. To ensure their own safety, police can use lethal force if they feel a threat to their lives is imminent.

This means, during their duties, when they shout their identity.

Whether or not the other party hears, if any aggressive action is taken without hands being placed where they can be clearly seen, or if one makes a motion like reaching for something, police can claim they felt their lives were threatened and then open fire.

This isn’t an exaggeration, but a reality where many innocents are killed, and officers get administrative leave with no consequences, a consensus among the public.

Cause and effect.

This is why police departments face allegations of excessive force every year.

Both being on a mission, they would definitely carry guns, and unguarded, would make the gesture to pull out credentials, unlike ordinary citizens who would act obediently as learned in driving school.

Plus, with the perspective of the dashboard camera on the police motorcycle, many things can’t be clearly articulated!

This is legal murder!

All of this seemed like Tom pondered for a long time, but it was just a moment.

Just as he was about to restart the vehicle for a sideways maneuver, the two mounted police made no extra moves, only making cautious gestures toward them.

Tom wondered if Brian was overreacting.

The next moment.

Two handguns, from out of their blind spot, were suddenly aimed at Brian in the car, "Put your hands on the steering wheel and somewhere visible!"

There were actually two cops hidden in the blind spot!

Seeing this, the two officers blocking the car exchanged a smile, drew their handguns under the surveillance of the police motorcycle’s camera, and pretended to issue some warnings.

Tom was stunned.

He finally realized something was off.

These guys were clearly waiting for them here.

He looked at Brian, "What do we do?"

"What do you mean, what do we do? Just obey."

Brian promptly withdrew his handgun, placed his credentials in the seam of his hands, and casually turned on the recording function on his wristwatch, slowly raising his hands.

He wanted to see how these few guys planned to trouble them under surveillance.

Mainly because, under surveillance, directly attacking police was troublesome.

Even if the other party was corrupt, without direct footage of an assault, it was difficult.

World rights and obligations are relative; while enjoying institutional privileges, actions are also restricted.

Seeing this, Tom had no choice but to stuff his gun back into the box and then place his hands on the steering wheel to ensure visibility to the motorcycle’s camera.

As a former detective, he knew the risk at this angle; he was unsure of Brian’s fate, but his chances of survival were high.

The four highway officers did not expect Brian and him to be so cooperative.

Seeing this, one middle-aged officer whispered, "Proceed as planned, quickly!"

The four moved in unison, ready to act as instructed by their sponsor.