Seeing Luo Ang thinking, Baierden looked at him with some persuasion.

"That's all I know about him. I don't know why you care about Hank, but I have to remind you that there is definitely something wrong with him!"

"High-level police officers rarely appoint people who have been in prison and have stains on their bodies, let alone give them the power to take charge of a certain department!"

"So, no matter what your reason is for asking Hank, you'd better be careful, his situation is not simple."

"Of course, if you can find some problems with Hank, I would be happy for you to come to me. At least on the issue of Hank, my position is clear. I hate that rude guy!"

"Okay, that's it for the topic with Hank."

"Looking forward to your call. Of course, if it's related to Leif's case, that would be the best."

After finishing speaking, Bairden adjusted the collar of his suit, put a few U.S. dollars on the table, stood up and left the coffee shop.

Watching his leaving figure, Luo Ang raised his hand to indicate that he wanted the bill, and tapped the banknotes on the table for him. He didn't care about the waiter who was surprised by the tip. His attention was already drawn elsewhere.

At this time, D'Antoni was already standing at the door of the police station, looking around with excitement on his face, looking for the person he wanted to see the most at this moment.

"Hey, boy! Stop looking around and look here!"

A clear voice sounded from somewhere. The boy quickly identified the place and looked to the side. Sure enough, he saw Luo Ang, who was holding a cup of coffee and smiling.

"Huh, Leon, you don't know..."

With his heart full of surprises, D'Antoni hurried over and was panting to share his joy with Roang. Unexpectedly, he waved his hand and handed him the coffee in his hand.

"Xiao De, relax!"

"Let's not talk about this now. Since you have come out safely, there is no need to worry."

"Here, take a sip of coffee first to ease your nervousness, and then slowly tell me your adventure story at the police station!"

He took the coffee obediently and took a sip, feeling that his hot heart gradually calmed down.

D'Antoni first handed a note in his pocket to Ron.

"This was given to me by a white man named Jones."

"You don't know, as soon as I walked into the police station, the cold-looking female police chief named Pratt stopped me."

Recalling the situation at that time, the boy said with a dissatisfied expression.

"She stared at me sternly, as if I was here to do bad things!"

"She asked me what I was doing, and I replied that I was looking for Sheriff Hank. But she looked at me for a few times and then stopped talking. She lazily pointed me in the direction and asked me to wait in a room.

Said Hank would come see me later..."

After a pause, he continued.

"I sat there for less than ten minutes. The police detectives who came and went were all talking to themselves. No one wanted to pay attention to me. Then a white police detective chatted with the female police chief for a while and then came over.

I took it away."

"I found out later that his name was Jones, and he was a bastard who discriminated against black people. That is to say, he jumped into your trap and gave me this note!"

D'Antoni pointed to the note in Roang's hand, with obvious excitement on his face.

"That bastard said he wanted to take me to see Hank, but instead he took me to the interrogation room and interrogated me about my origins. I said I was looking for Hank, so he asked me to tell me the reason, and threatened to kill me if I didn't.

He’s going to be sent to a reformatory!”

Roang thought about the address on the paper. Is it a residential area near Hyde Park? I remember that this is mainly a community where police detectives live, so the address above may be true.

Hearing what the boy said, he replied casually.

"But you didn't say anything, right?"

"Yes!"

"I followed your instructions and started crying as soon as I entered the interrogation room. You didn't even know it. In order to cry out as quickly as possible, I pinched my thighs as hard as I could, which caused me some pain now!"

After the boy finished speaking aggrievedly, he rubbed his inner thighs with a grin on his face, and then said excitedly.

"The detective looked very angry and angry when he saw me refusing to speak. Although I didn't know why, but when I saw him walking out of the interrogation room without closing the door, I secretly walked to the door to take a look.

What does he want to do?"

Luo Ang stopped and glanced at him, intending to ask the boy if he had walked out of the room, but before he could ask, he suddenly thought that if the boy had walked out at that time, he would not be in this excited state now.

Sure enough, D'Antoni approached Roang and deliberately whispered.

"Leon, you don't know, that guy named Jones complained to another person as soon as he walked out of the room, and also called me nigger. When I found out, his face changed!"

Luo Ang curled his lips and said clearly.

"A dog can't change its habit of eating shit, these are the guys we're talking about!"

"These white police detectives have long been accustomed to the original environment. Of course, they will not be able to change their psychology so quickly, let alone pay attention to their usual language. There are still many people in Chinatown who like to use k to describe them.

Where are the Chinese!”

When talking about this topic, Luo Ang felt a lot heavier, then shook his head and said.

"Stop talking about these annoying topics, let's talk about your next experience."

The boy was still immersed in excitement and didn't care about his expression, dancing and smiling.

"Hehe, you would never have imagined that Jones looked so panicked when he found out that I was calling to see Chief Perry. It looked like..."

"Um......"

D'Antoni thought for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable adjective in his mind, so he could only say sadly.

"It's the kind of person who is very scared anyway, you know what I mean, Leon?!"

Luo Ang didn't want to waste time on these minutiae, so he nodded perfunctorily.

"Ye! I think I understand what you mean, you can continue with the story of what happened next."

"OK, as long as you know, anyway, that bastard took me back to the room in a panic. He first waved his hand at the dark glass, and then specifically told me that he had turned off the video. I didn't know what he meant?

"

"Then I followed your previous instructions and made those two requests, which is to see Hank and the walkie-talkie immediately!"

"Wait a minute, you said that white police detective told you that he turned off the video?"

"You are telling me in detail!"

Luo Ang thought of something bad and asked quickly.

"Okay, like I said, he waved his hand twice at a black glass window and said he turned off the video and asked me to talk to him without any worries."

The boy scratched his head and repeated it again. Seeing that Luo Ang's expression was not right, he asked nervously.

"Leon, is there something wrong here?"

Seeing that Luo Ang's face was heavy, he cursed in a panic.

"Is that damn guy trying to harm me?"
Chapter completed!