Chapter 40 Dean's 'Psychological Counseling Treatment'
Outside the interrogation room.
Anthony was waiting for Dean with his hands on his chest.
"Agent Anthony, you look a little tired and need a cup of coffee."
Dean greeted him warmly, showing no trace of the embarrassment he felt after just beating up Anthony's men.
"The coffee here doesn't taste good." Anthony put down his hand and pointed at the LCD screen outside the interrogation room: "It seems that your injury is recovering well."
On the LCD screen, the process of Dean knocking down two idiots was being replayed, with one punch and one kick, his shots were clean and neat, perfectly demonstrating his strength and speed.
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When did there be an LCD monitor here?
Dean was very thick-skinned and directly changed the subject: "Harry said that you guys have commandeered the interrogation room since last night and it hasn't ended yet. It seems that the interrogation didn't go very smoothly?"
"It went well, but it's not what we wanted." Anthony took out a document from the side and threw it to Dean: "Amodeo passed all the crimes on Bill. This is the testimony."
Dean picked up the file and flipped through it.
The testimony was written in a very sloppy way, and the general idea was:
When Amodeo was in high school, he came into contact with the dark web by chance.
Because of curiosity.
He secretly purchased some alternative videos to watch.
Not long ago.
Bill suddenly found him, threatened him with the purchase records of those videos, forced him to commit three crimes, and provided full criminal guidance.
besides.
For Lucifer Games Organization.
Amodeo said that he was just a forced puppet and a victim. Now his soul has been greatly traumatized, and he doesn't know anything about that damn game organization.
No wonder Anthony said it was not what they wanted.
Dean put down the document: "If these testimonies are used against him, how long will Amodeo be sentenced?"
"Amodeo provided chat records in which Bill threatened him. If the judge accepts these testimonies and his guilty plea, he will be converted from a principal offender to an accessory, and his sentence will not exceed ten years."
Anthony wearily took out a cigarette and lit it.
"And he still has some money at home. Although Amodio cannot be released on bail, there are many ways to reduce his sentence. From my experience, Amodio will not be in jail for more than five years."
Is it so short?
Dean also took out a cigarette and started puffing away.
Three fresh lives were exchanged for the criminal's sentence of less than five years.
This is very American.
Moreover, in the prisons here, there are completely different treatments for those with money and those without money, not to mention the large number of private prisons.
However, this has nothing to do with Dean.
He is not a person who hates evil. He came here just to get more information about the Lucifer Game Organization from Anthony.
Amodio said nothing.
On Anthony's side, there are also harvests from Bill's family.
Just when Dean was about to ask.
Anthony spoke first: "I thought you would ask why we were so gentle with Amodio."
Dean shrugged, "Okay, why?"
The FBI doesn't break as many rules as the Detective Bureau.
They have many ways to make ordinary criminals lose their citizenship. After that, the criminals are no different from pigs and dogs, and they can be manipulated by others.
So the current situation is not normal.
Anthony stamped out the cigarette butt: "You will know if you go to the observation window and take a look. In another hour, we will have interrogated him for twelve hours. We must hand over Amodio to you and then leave."
And this?
Dean was curious, so he walked to the observation window and looked inside.
There were only two people in the interrogation room.
One is a thin, blond, white young man.
He lowered his head and could not clearly see the expression on his face, but his cuffed hands had already revealed his identity.
This is Amodeo, the game apostle selected by Bill, codenamed Kaz. He is also a rich second generation in Los Angeles, with a family fortune of more than 10 million and a small amount of capital.
Dean didn't expect him to be so young.
Next to Amodio, there was a middle-aged man wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses.
There was a black briefcase at the man's feet. He looked like a lawyer.
He was sitting next to Amodio.
Even though there were only two of them inside at the moment, they still held a pen in one hand and a notebook in the other, and there was a recorder hanging directly on the chest, giving people a meticulous look.
"The FBI interrogates prisoners and allows lawyers to be present?"
Dean looked at Anthony confused.
This is outrageous.
Anthony refilled his cigarette with a melancholy expression: "The man sitting next to Amodio is a full-time lawyer for the Los Angeles Trucking Association. He was hired by Amodio's father."
"Very powerful?"
"It's not great, but it's troublesome."
Anthony's sunken brown eyes showed dissatisfaction: "The Trucking Guild affects a lot of votes, so the president of the guild has a good relationship with many congressmen. Although they cannot directly influence our FBI, they can influence those congressmen and our direct superiors!"
"He didn't say a word, and that damn lawyer was there again, so we couldn't use many of our methods!" Anthony sighed.
The FBI is really awesome.
But even though he was greeted by someone from above, he couldn't do anything.
"Let's do this, Anthony." Dean crossed his hands and pressed his fingers: "I will help you solve the little trouble in front of you. If it is convenient for you, give me a share of what you gained at Bill's house."
"Are you serious?"
"Of course, if you agree, give me twenty minutes."
"OK, happy cooperation!"
Anthony originally agreed to let Dean come, just to use the unfair facts in front of him to stimulate him, a young man, so that he could accept Dean later.
Now Dean suddenly said he wanted to help, Anthony would naturally not refuse.
Whether it succeeds or not, he can observe Dean's methods up close.
Anthony lowered his head, muttered twice on his collar, and the door of the interrogation room opened: "Go in, Dean, as long as you don't do it, you can do whatever you want!"
"Wait."
Dean took out his pistol from behind, disassembled it, fiddled with the parts, reassembled it, and then put it in his waist.
"Okay, remember to turn off the monitoring and recording for me, and turn them on when it's critical." Dean raised his eyebrows at Anthony, and then walked into the interrogation room.
Hearing the movement.
Amodio still lowered his head.
The middle-aged lawyer glanced at Dean and calmly picked up his watch: "You have fifty-seven minutes. If you exceed this time, I will file a lawsuit against your FBI branch!"
"Sorry."
Dean stretched out his hand and dragged the long table on the other side to the lawyer and Amodio: "I am not from the FBI, but a psychological counseling therapist."
"Hey, what's going on?"
The lawyer's face showed anger: "My employer does not need psychological counseling!"
Amodio, who had been lowering his head, heard the exclamation of the lawyer next to him and the sound of the table being dragged, and couldn't help but look up and look at Dean with bloodshot eyes.
He was not as nervous as the lawyer.
The FBI's helplessness made him sure that the organization did not break its promise.
His father was not capable of finding a full-time lawyer for a large guild when the election was approaching!
"In his testimony, he said that his heart was deeply traumatized and we need to give him an assessment." Dean explained softly to the lawyer with a bad look.
"Then what are you doing by pulling the table over here!" The lawyer was talking when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the surveillance in the interrogation room. He didn't know when it had been turned off. He immediately realized that something was wrong and his voice withered.
Dean's tone was still soft: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Lawyer. As a professional counselor, I need a table to put some ordinary counseling props. Isn't it normal?"
While speaking.
He took out a pistol, a blade, nail polish, a small package of fine needles, and seven or eight pieces of fine paper from his body and placed them in front of the two people one by one.
This time.
Amodio, who was still calm, choked subconsciously.
It seemed that something was wrong.
"The conditions are simple and the things prepared are not very sufficient. Please forgive me." Dean supported his hands on the table and looked at the two people with a nuclear smile: "Who of you wants to be the first to enjoy my counseling treatment?"
Transition chapter.
There is another chapter at around eleven o'clock.
Today is the first day out. May I ask if eggs are so expensive now? Ten eggs are fifteen yuan and four peppers are four yuan. I want to lay eggs myself.