Chapter 406: A loving father and a filial son, Manhattan’s top socialite circle

"How is this going?"

Detective Amy Santiago walked out of the interrogation room and saw this scene. She looked at Chuck in confusion. When she knew the reason, she opened her mouth in complete disbelief.

"Is this true? First Mr. Wardricky, and now his comrades in the special forces, what's going on?"

"What's so strange."

Chuck said bluntly: "FBI internal data shows that after returning to the country, the proportion of veterans who go to prison is as high as one-third. This only counts the serious crimes of serving time in prison, and probation for misdemeanors does not count!"

"..."

Police Officer Amy Santiago was speechless and could only lead the crying Mrs. Wardricky and Lucy inside, and hugged Ares, who was forcibly restored to consciousness by Chuck, and cried.

"You go and take Hunter Beckett back to the police station."

Chuck said to the nervous detective who came out: "Notify me when you get there."

"OK!"

Detective Shenfan laughed and joked: "Go and comfort Chandler quickly, he might be scared~"

"I'll pass on your regards and say I miss him."

Chuck said seriously.

"..."

The troubled detective saw that what Chuck said was being listened to by Detective Amy Santiago who had just come out. He looked over with a suspicious and scrutinizing look, and the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched.

He can remind her that she is thinking of him, not her.

But if he were Chandler, the result would be even worse.

Detective Amy Santiago must have looked disgusted and disgusted.

Monica's apartment.

When Chuck came over, the six old friends, Peggy, and Little Sheldon were all here.

"Chuck, what's going on?"

Rachel was the first to ask.

"Did Monica hit a home run and kill a security guard?"

Chandler instinctively joked, and before he finished speaking, he screamed in pain, but Monica, who was holding a baseball bat, hit him directly with the bat.

"I don't know if that home run killed the security guard, but I'm sure someone will die if I hear those words again!"

Monica threatened.

"It was a war god with PTSD who treated this place as a battlefield and attacked and killed the security guard."

Chuck looked around at everyone and explained.

"Security guards are considered civilians, right? They shouldn't attack ordinary people even on the battlefield!"

Little Leonard complained very insecurely.

Who would have thought that his cousin would have two murders in a row, which made him secretly decide that next time the goddess Peggy invites him, he must come less often, unless Chuck is also there.

It's too dangerous, isn't it?

Don't wait until he managed to survive so many years without dying at the hands of his mother. After going to college, he finally got rid of his mother, achieved great success, and finally could live a free life of his own, and then suddenly something unexpected happened like this

died.

That’s so miserable!

Thinking about it this way, it turns out that only his mother is good in the world. At least his mother just wants to hit him mentally and risk destroying his mentality, instead of directly destroying him physically like the outside world.

"This shouldn't be a problem."

Chuck said bluntly.

"..."

Everyone was suddenly speechless.

"how is it now?"

Monica asked.

"This PTSD war god has been captured."

Chuck looked at Monica and Peggy: "The murderer of Dr. Noah Fogel who was killed in the Columbia Biological Laboratory has also been caught. The alert level can be lowered from special level to level one."

"You really know how to joke."

Everyone also knows that Chuck asked Monica to be more vigilant, and even gave Monica a specially obtained concealed gun license.

Hearing this, Chandler touched his arm, which was sore from being hit by a baseball bat, and complained: "With her increasingly strong martial arts skills, what kind of gun can she carry? She usually has a baseball bat and a few balls.

It’s not weaker than a gun at all, okay!”

"that is!"

Phoebe echoed loudly: "I have always been against gun ownership. It is precisely because there are more and more people like you that the influence of the National Rifle Association is growing. If everyone does not hold a gun, then

It won’t be as chaotic as it is now!”

"That's the truth! It's a pity that it doesn't work in the United States!"

Chuck looked at Phoebe: "With the current system, once guns are collected, they can only receive guns purchased legally by law-abiding citizens. If you expect criminals to surrender illegally held guns, it will be law-abiding citizens who suffer in the end."

.

Of course, law-abiding citizens also need to look at what kind of law-abiding citizens they are. Once there are too many law-abiding citizens, it will be the criminals who expect safety!"

"I don't agree with guns anyway!"

Phoebe shook her head.

"I see it."

Chandler joked: "The police boyfriend you had last time got up in the morning and was dissatisfied with the noisy birds outside. You broke up with him immediately. It's not surprising that you have such an attitude. What I'm curious about is, are you

Did you break up with him because of random shooting, or did you break up with him because of killing a bird?"

"Of course both are related!"

Phoebe shrugged and said, "I might have to think about it if I'm alone."

"It seems that the main thing is to consider the birds~"

Little Howard and Joey almost said the same thing in unison. Amidst the condemnation of the crowd, they looked at each other, their eyes full of sympathy and happiness.

At this time the phone rang.

Monica picked it up and connected: "Dinner party? No time! Didn't you see anything happened?"

As he spoke, he covered the receiver and explained to everyone: "It's Hill! She even invited us to dinner at this time!"

"What happened?"

At Rachel's urging, Monica simply turned on the voiceover, and heard Hill's nonchalant voice: "This is New York, and I thought you were a real New Yorker. If there is a murder case,

If you can’t live without gatherings, there will be no one in New York.”

"I am not interested!"

Monica shook her head.

"We don't know each other anymore."

Hill said seductively on the other end of the phone: "Come here, I'll introduce someone to you, and I'll keep it safe for you to like!"

"You misunderstood, I'm really not that kind of person!"

Monica faced everyone's joking looks and quickly emphasized.

"What kind of person are you not?"

Hill smiled and said: "Isn't she a strange woman from New York? What I am going to introduce to you is a first-class strange woman, a very powerful one. It's not what you think. I want to drag you into our circle!"

"Who?"

Phoebe was a little unconvinced.

I think Phoebe Buffay is the strange woman famous on the streets of New York, okay?

"Vicks Wieland!"

Hill smiled and said: "Is she considered a strange woman in New York?"

"OMG!"

Rachel exclaimed: "Wilander Company, Peter Wilander's daughter, top socialite! I'm still her fan! Can I come together?"

"Are you the cheerleader?"

Hill recognized that it was Rachel and smiled ambiguously: "Of course you are welcome to come too."

"Monica, promise her!"

Rachel urged happily.

"I dont go!"

Monica shook her head: "I'm not interested in meeting any top socialites! That's it!"

With that said, Hill hung up the phone without giving Hill a chance to speak.

"What are you doing~!"

Rachel suddenly became unhappy: "That's Vickers Weiland!"

"so what?"
To be continued...