League of Legends

Chapter 185 District 21 of the Chicago Police Department
Keke's words continued intermittently, but Baker was in no mood to continue listening.

I was played?

Baker narrowed his eyes.

Good guy, as a human being in two lives, Baker dare not say that he has never been played by anyone, but in this life alone, since Baker just arrived in New York and personally killed a family of bastards who said it would rain tomorrow, no one has been around since then. Dare to talk nonsense in front of yourself.

at the moment?

Beck only felt that his anger was rising infinitely, and the mentality that had just calmed down after a month of cultivation had completely collapsed.

Jason Bader.

Congratulations.

Your whole family can go to hell to reunite.

Baker looked back at Keek who was tied in the air.

Keek didn't move.

Bye?

Baker stood up, swung his right hand, raised Keke's head with his left hand, and poured a blood-red bloody blood bottle on his right hand into Kike's mouth with a bang.

Ten seconds later!

"what!"

Keek's eyes widened instantly, panting heavily, Jesus Christ, he had just arrived at a river, and the god of death on the river was covered in black robes.

"laugh!"

"Boom!"

Baker threw out a card, directly cut off the rope that was hanging Kik, and lifted Kik up with a smile on his face: "Sorry."

Keke looked at the enthusiastic smile on Baker's face and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

This is a cruel man.

He is really cruel.

10 minute later.

Baker and this Keke turned their fighting into friendship. Baker patted his chest and said to Keek that Adam was the younger brother he watched growing up, and Adam's friends were friends of Beck, and hoped that Keek would not care about what just happened.

What can Keek say?
More than 20 of my subordinates were shot and killed by you without asking, what can I say, you tell me.

Also, when did Adam have such a ruthless person as a friend?
Keek thought about it, but he still had to make the most basic expression. He really didn't want to get revenge on Baker.

How can they take revenge when they sweep the lair one by one with one shot?

Chill!

Keek frowned.

Baker tore off a check for 500 million and handed it directly to Keek: "I am a person who has always been particular about things, and I have clear grievances and grievances. The 500 million is my apology, of which 200 million is yours. Yes, the remaining 300 million will be given to those brothers who unfortunately were sent to hell by me to report in advance, is there any problem?"

Keke looked at the check in his hand and shook his head like a wave.

There is a problem without money.

But if you have money, there is nothing wrong with having money.

And it was a huge check of 500 million!
Seeing this, Baker also had a smile on his face: "Of course, there is one condition in the 500 million you are given."

Keke raised his head directly: "You say."

Very good.

Backbone but also spirited, Adam makes good friends.

Thinking so, Baker looked directly at Kick and said, "At this time tomorrow, I'm going to be here to see Jason Bader's family, remember, it's a family."

Keke thought it was some kind of request, but when he heard this, he immediately thought of the culprit who caused him to suffer such grievances, and immediately became angry: "Don't worry, at this time tomorrow, I guarantee that his family will be here together Round."

Baker patted Kike on the shoulder with satisfaction, and turned around: "Remember, you and I met at a business reception. I am optimistic about your construction business. In order to help young people with aspirations, I will give you 1000 million. Remember to take Taxes on that money were paid."

Done.

Under Keke's gaze, Beck's figure gradually faded until he disappeared without a trace.

……

afternoon.

A fiery red sports car stopped at the gate of the 21st District Police Station of the Chicago Police Department.

Push the door and get off.

Baker took off his sunglasses and walked straight inside. As for whether vehicles blocked the police station, that's not a problem. Baker doesn't care if a ticket is issued every second, let alone a ticket for three hours.

Think of it as donating to the police station for charity.

Since the reception organized by the New York Police Department, the money Baker donated to the New York Police Department can buy a fighter jet.

It wasn't Trudy Pratt, an older police officer, but a young policewoman, Kim Burgess, at the information desk where the police station came in.

Baker stepped forward.

Kim Burgess, who had just recovered from her injuries and was released from the hospital, was turned into a clerical job, looked at the handsome guy in a suit, Baker, and asked, "Hello..."

Baker smiled, showing his gentlemanly demeanor: "Hello, let me find Hank Boydt."

"For Sheriff Boydt?"

"Yes."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No, but if you ask, I believe he will meet me."

"your name……"

"Baker, Baker Morton!"

"Morton?"

Jin looked up at Baker who was speaking. If she remembered correctly, it seemed that Irene's surname was Morton.

Baker seemed to see through Jin's mind, and smiled: "Yes, I am Irene's brother."

Jin returned to his senses and smiled at Baker, then grabbed the phone next to him.

5 minute later.

The iron fence on the second floor on the left side of the hall was opened, and Hank Boydt appeared at the iron fence and said to Jin, "He can come up."

Baker thanked Jin, and then walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

The second floor.

Members of the intelligence team gathered.

They were confused about one thing. It was very simple. In the past, if such a big event happened, Hank would work overtime to find the hot one.

But this time?
Since Irene came back, Hank directly closed the case as a gang vendetta.

This is very unusual.

Just as the police officers from the intelligence team sat in their seats and pondered, Hank came up, and he led a rich blond man in a suit and leather shoes to come up.

Irene, who was sitting at her desk, got up immediately when she saw Baker coming up: "Why are you here?"

Baker put his hands in his pockets and looked: "I said, if you don't give it, I will get it myself."

Erin stepped out of the desk and lowered her voice: "This is the Chicago Police Department."

Jay Horstead also occupied Irene's side, trying to give Beck a strong pressure with his size and ambition hormones.

but……

"Jay Horstead, male, 27 years old, born on August 21th, father Dylan Horstead... mother...graduated from... used to be an investigator in the Gang Crime Investigation Division, and was transferred to Chicago last year Police District [-] Intelligence Unit."

With a calm face and a smile on his face, Baker looked at Jie who was blocked by Irene with his angry expression, and said, "Am I right?"

Hank next to him touched his lips and looked at Baker: "Son, you are more terrifying than you were nine years ago."

Baker looked at Hank, smiled, and shrugged: "Thank you, there is no way, although I disagree with some of your views, but when I was in New York, I had a good relationship with the FBI, CIA, NSA, and NYPD .”

Paused.

Baker seemed to think of something: "Oh, by the way, I donated 50 to NYPD last Christmas. Obviously, your subordinate seems to have submitted his resume to NYPD last year."

Hank: "..."

(End of this chapter)