Crane Justus lost all his strength.

The rules he spent his whole life upholding became the shackles that constrained him from pursuing justice.

He had to uphold such rules, even if they seemed unfair.

He knew that if Big Billy was let go today, the case would be backlogged in the case bag tomorrow.

This person is sheltered.

Not only because he is a taxpayer of the empire, but also because he manages this floor on behalf of the police department——

The empire's weak police system is not enough to protect the security of all neighborhoods. Only by relying on the power of certain groups can a semblance of peace be maintained.

Without people like Big Billy, the dirty streets would become chaotic, the crime rate would rise, and the death rate would increase. It would be a real hell...

The Conservatives are thinking of ways.

They enacted new rules, and even if they seemed too conservative, they had some impact on society - those rules made factory safety measures more standardized, and worker injury rates and on-the-job fatality rates dropped by several percent within a few years.

Ten percentage points——

This is a real political achievement.

Klein witnessed it all happen.

So he still recognizes the current rules.

These rules have long become his life principles since he started his career.

He has witnessed the prosperity born under these rules, and has personally experienced the convenience of life produced by these rules.

Based on his own life experience, he is absolutely sure that under this set of rules, society will be more prosperous and people's lives will get better and better.

But reality still dealt him a heavy blow without mercy——

Everything that happened before him was completely different from what he once believed.

The justice in his heart can no longer be upheld under this set of rules.

He told himself that such confusion was only temporary,

As the rules advance, the chaos will eventually pass, and such things will disappear...

He didn't realize that subconsciously he didn't believe this rhetoric.

He was so nervous that he didn't realize that he was holding the note in his hand tightly. He was so confused that he was completely at a loss.

Why does this happen?

There were countless such voices echoing in his head.

Why, why... countless echoes appeared in his mind, almost crushing his spirit in an instant.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted his disordered thinking and pulled him back from the edge of losing control.

'Klein.'

Klein heard Chen Yan's voice. He suddenly turned around to look at him, but found that Chen Yan had not opened his mouth.

Even if he didn't open his mouth, his voice still appeared in his mind continuously.

'I am an ordinary person...'

Klein didn't know what he was talking about. There was so much pain somewhere above his forehead that a shadow appeared in front of his eyes - he saw a non-existent shadow appear on Chen Yan's body, and the shadow did not

It is not the shape of Chen Yan himself.

‘Klein, I am an ordinary person, an ordinary person who does not understand so many principles.

I feel happy when I experience happy things;

Cry when something sad happens;

Get angry when something is unfair;

When you see others in trouble that you can't help yourself with, you will want to lend a helping hand.

Putting aside those big principles, you are like this too, right?'

Klein did not speak. There was severe tinnitus in his ears, as if a thousand bellows were beating in his ears. The billowing air waves bombarded his eardrums, causing him to suffer a nervous breakdown and suffer from agony.

'This time, let me do justice.'

The demonic whisper stimulated Klein's nerves, causing a certain gland in his skull to beat wildly. The ringing in his ears became increasingly shrill. His whole body became weak and he fell to the ground.

He faintly heard begging for mercy amid the frantic ringing in his ears.

This was followed by the crisp sound of broken bones,

And soon there was a cry for mercy interrupted by wailing.

He vaguely saw the tall and arrogant figure kneeling on the ground, curled up like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Surprisingly, he didn't feel any discomfort.

The wailing continued.

That voice was filled with great pain.

…

I don’t know how long the tinnitus lasted.

When Klein struggled to escape from the ringing in his ears, there was a pool of blood in front of him.

The miners brought by Big Billy were full of horror, crying and howling, as if they were frightened by the crazy scene that happened in front of them in a moment.

Klein woke up under the stimulation of the smell of blood and found that Big Billy was no longer in front of him - the 1.9-meter-tall big man disappeared without a trace. Only the pool of blood on the ground proved that he once existed.

Mark of.

Klein held a gun in one hand and rushed into the room, but did not find Chen Yan or the other Asian figure.

They left.

He subconsciously thought:

The two murderers left.

Out of professional habit, he subconsciously took out a mobile phone similar to Chen Yan's from his pocket. After rummaging through his address book, he dialed the number of the Dirty Street Police Department.

"Hello, this is Klein Justus. I discovered a murder case right here..."

…

A moment later, several police officers with fierce faces rushed to the third floor and saw Klein standing next to a pool of blood.

"Chief Kline."

They greeted him politely and looked at the pistol in Klein's hand with alert eyes.

"Who did these?"

The tone was very polite.

Looking at the electromagnetic recorder they took out, Klein blinked unconsciously.

It was a new gadget that only a well-oiled department like the Dirty Street Police Department could afford.

"yes……"

As long as you say Chen Yan's name, this case will be solved perfectly——

The culprit Dabi died, and the two children got their revenge;

Chen Yan, who carried out the lynching, will also be arrested and brought to justice. Walker Street will now have one less dangerous Asian gang member, which is equivalent to one less fatal factor of instability.

But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly couldn't spit out the words.

The officers of the Dirty Street Police Department looked at his expression and clearly felt some fear.

Because they have heard about the power of the police chief in front of them.

What's more, their superiors have repeatedly emphasized that there are important people in the ruling party in Yanan City who are optimistic about the police chief, and they must be careful to manage their relationship with the police chief.

One of them whispered in a frightened voice with a flattering tone: "Chief Klein, you don't have to worry about this case. Just leave it to us..."

Klein was silent for a few seconds, and the expression on his face changed slightly.

The sunlight approaching noon shone into the room through the gap in the corner building, and the narrow beam of light illuminated his face, dispelling the last bit of gloom on his face.

He raised his head, put the pistol back into his waist, and stretched out his hands in the astonishment of the two police officers.

"I made these."

"Please arrest me."
Chapter completed!