My Strength Does Not Allow Me to Low-key

As a very "motivated" detective, Shirley is well aware of the darkness of officialdom politics.

Don't look at the power of the FBI on the surface, but in front of those real money owners, they are nothing.

You have annoyed the people of these families, they have a million ways to make your life worse than death.

The FBI is definitely not afraid of some rich men with little background.

Because as long as you grab a handle on these people, you can knock them down.

And these wealthy families with backgrounds are difficult to deal with.

Their family members may be in business, they may be in politics, and they may be with you.

If you hurt one of them, you offend the whole family.

Maybe they can't help you for a while.

But they will be like poisonous snakes, waiting for you to make mistakes.

Who can guarantee that you will not make mistakes in your life, and once you make a mistake, it will be the time when you will never recover.

They'll catch your mistakes and kill you straight away.

Such examples are not uncommon in the Bureau.

This is why, except for Hoover in his early years, he can cover the sky with one hand.

In Bureau, there is no main reason for that kind of character anymore.

The important leaders in various important positions in the bureau are all behind these big benefactors...

Thinking of this, Shirley felt a little embarrassed.

There is also a patron behind her, and it is precisely because of the request of the patron behind her that this action took place.

So what to do now?

Did you stop doing it because you were afraid of Hamilton's revenge?

Then the financial backer behind her can replace her in minutes.

For the first time, Shirley felt what it was like to be in the rivers and lakes.

Since it has been done,

Then you can only bite the bullet and go all the way.

She leaned back on the sofa with a cold face, closed her eyes, and said nothing.

"Shirley, what should we do? Go back to the game?"

The assistant in the driving seat asked Shirley.

Shirley shook her head.

"No, not back to Union Square, we're going to Oakland, to the safe house over there in Kensington."

The deputy in the driver's seat could only shake his head helplessly.

It seems that Shirley is going to go all the way to the dark.

Xiao Feng heard the conversation between Xue Li and her deputy.

At this time, he had already made a judgment. It seemed that it was Shirley's idea to arrest him.

Helen's intimidation before seemed to have worked...

The car passed the bridge and entered downtown Oakland from San Francisco.

However, they did not stop too much in Auckland, but went directly north.

Go straight to Kensington, a suburb northeast of Auckland.

This so-called city is actually equivalent to a district of a large domestic city.

The car entered the Kensington area, and soon turned into an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

It seems that this should be the safe house often seen on TV.

These safe houses are some plans made by the Americans.

For example, once the headquarters is attacked, the FBI agents here can quickly assemble and work here.

The car drove directly into the warehouse, and then Xiao Feng was taken out of the car and thrown into an iron cage against the corner.

This iron cage is very similar to the cage of the detention center that often appears in American dramas on TV.

The other party didn't interrogate him as soon as he came up, and it seemed that he was planning to play psychological warfare with him again.

Shirley went out with a few men.

About an hour later, they came back.

But this time, they also brought five or six tall black men with fierce looks.

From far away, Xiao Feng could smell the body odor of these guys.

Look at those giggling, shaking their heads of villains.

Xiao Feng understood that these people were the killing sticks they had prepared for him.

They can't beat themselves, but they can let these people beat them.

Wait for these people to give themselves a hard meal, and then they will interrogate themselves.

These Americans are really bad enough.

However, these old blacks?

Hehehe, Xiao Feng squeezed his fist, and his bones made a crackling sound.

It seems like I haven't moved my fist for a long time...

***********

At the same time, Helen was taking their family's queen, Hausman, and swaggering into the FBI's headquarters in San Francisco.

Headquartered on the 38th floor of the Hamilton Building on the side of the most prosperous Union Square in San Francisco.

Helen led the people directly into the office area, and then went straight to the director's office.

Along the way, no one dared to stop.

Because this building belongs to their family!

Hamilton's family is in the United States, although it can't be compared with the inherited family like Rockefeller.

But in California on the west coast, that's also a local powerhouse.

Although Helen's father was a brewer, none of her uncles was simple.

Their family is one of the major shareholders of the California consortium.

In California to intervene in a lot of profitable industries.

So on the ground in California, many people know her as the eldest lady of the Hamilton family.

Even in this office, there are quite a few people who are supported by their family.

Including the current Director Edgar!

When Helen broke into the office, Edgar. Holliston is on the phone.

Seeing Helen come in, he was very surprised, said a few words to the other party briefly, and then hung up the phone.

"What brings you here?"

Edgar was a well-informed figure, and he knew that Helen's family was now a dark horse in the Hamilton family.

Recently, their family's business has become bigger and bigger, and they have made many dignitaries in Washington and on the east and west coasts.

So he naturally didn't dare to offend Helen easily, even if Helen barged into his office unreasonably.

"Edgar, I want to ask you, who told you to arrest people?"

"Who? To catch who?"

Edgar was confused, he kind of understood why Helen was so rude.

It must be some bastard who doesn't open his eyes in the bureau, who provoked this aunt.

"That Shirley. Isn't Cook one of your subordinates?"

Seeing Edgar's expression, Helen felt that something was wrong.

"Shirley. Did Cook's expression offend you?"

As soon as he heard this name, Edgar felt the blood vessels beside his temples throbbing.

This woman was a senior detective who was transferred from the east coast half a year ago, and she was obviously sent by the top to take over her position.

But after getting along with her for a while, Edgar found this woman difficult to get along with.

Aloof, lonely, arrogant, always think he is right, always think he is superior to others.

So he didn't like this woman very much, and even some other middle-level people in the bureau also didn't like her very much.

Especially Jason, you must know that before he recommended Jason to take his place.

But who would have thought that a Helen would actually come down from above, which not only disappointed himself, but also disappointed Jason very much.

But as an old man who is about to retire, he is naturally unwilling to offend the chief in Washington for Jason.

So everyone just put up with Shirley.

But now it seems that this woman is not only annoying, but also a troublemaker.

She poked a hornet's nest in Hamilton's house, what a motherfucker.

"Come on, Helen, don't worry, tell me about the situation."

But soon Edgar adjusted his mood, he seemed to see an opportunity from this incident.

"She took an important guest of mine?"

"Did she say why?"

"No!"

"When did this happen!"

"About an hour ago, why? Has she not come back yet?"

Helen looked at Edgar suspiciously.

It seems that the old man doesn't know about Shirley's handling of the case.

Thinking of this, Helen also understood a little bit, Xiao Feng just drove away a guy from Flagship Capital at home this morning.

He was taken away by the FBI at noon, and she wouldn't believe it if there was nothing to do with it.

"Damn it, I knew she would cause trouble sooner or later."

Edgar was also a little angry when he heard this.

If there is any action, conceal yourself, and arrest people in the street.

It's been more than an hour, but the person hasn't brought it back yet, and it's obvious that Shirley has crossed the line a bit.

He took out his phone and called Shirley, but he didn't expect that it was the notification that Shirley's phone was turned off.

"This word...Jason, come here..."

No matter how stupid Edgar was, he could still tell that Shirley was using public tools for private use this time.

She was obviously avoiding herself, because she didn't want him to interfere with her handling of the case.

It seemed that she wanted to close the case procedurally, but the more she did this, the more excited Edgar was.

Because it means that the more mistakes she makes, this is Jason's chance.

It was up to Jason to seize this opportunity.

He called Jason in and whispered in a low voice, and soon Jason had a look of excitement on his face.

After a while, he led the order to go out.

Edgar turned his head to look at Helen and said.

"Miss Hamilton, there should be some misunderstanding here. But don't worry, I have sent Jason to look for it."

"It won't be long before I can definitely find your friend..."

But how could Helen wait so long.

No matter how stupid she was, she could tell that Shirley was using a public tool for private use.

Once she crosses the line, she can do anything.

What she has to do now is to find Xiao Feng as quickly as possible.

She took out her phone, found a number and dialed it...

*****

At this time, Shirley just brought Kyle and walked in from outside the warehouse.

Those black villains have been locked in the cage for more than an hour.

These guys know the unspoken rules very well, so they naturally know what to do.

In the past hour or so, they should have cleaned up that guy several times.

She wanted to see if Xiao Feng still had the arrogance he had when he was arrested.

But when she brought Kyle to the front of the cage, the scene inside the cage surprised her.

The big black men were all facing the wall on the right at this moment, bending over and resting their heads on the wall in front.

The upper limbs and thighs are bowed at 90 degrees, and the hands are behind the back in a neat row, as if waiting for someone to pass by at any time.

She trembled in her heart, this killing power doesn't seem to work, does it?