The atmosphere in the room was very strange. Robert kept kowtowing until his forehead was bleeding.
Luke remained silent, perhaps for other reasons, or perhaps because he didn't want the blood to stain the floor. Luke stood up and walked in front of him.
"Actually, I don't understand why you came to beg me."
"According to the Constitution, your previous actions only constitute economic fraud and forced transactions. The maximum sentence is seven years. If you behave well, you can be released in five years. It's not a long time. Why come to me for help?"
"I can't go in there. Falcone will kill me. They will kill me."
Luke shook his head. "Falcone's too busy trying to protect himself to care about you. Besides, you're in Gotham Prison, and I've heard about the conditions there. With your looks and intelligence, if you learn to relax and change your sexual orientation a bit, you'll be able to make a living."
Robert couldn't help but shudder, and tears flowed down his face when he thought of the scene of "big men all over the body".
"Boss, please save me. I know you can find a way. Please."
Luke poured a glass of water and placed it in front of him, saying,
"Everyone has value. Value here is not independent, but relative. People themselves have no value. So-called value is relative to others. Like me, my existence can make my family, friends, and even the world a better place. This is my value in their eyes, and it is also what I am proud of."
"What about you? Robert, where is your value?"
Robert understood the meaning of the words and said quickly,
"I can appear in court as a witness and help you make money, a lot of money."
Seeing that Luke was unmoved, he gritted his teeth and
"I can help you deal with the Sequoia Group and Thomas Elliot."
Luke sighed and returned to his swivel chair.
"Your sanity has been destroyed by anger, and you can't even discern the most basic business model. Yes, Sequoia Group has been targeting ShowMe, but don't overlook the fact that they've taken a legitimate approach and haven't resorted to any extra-legal means. This means there's still room for cooperation between the two parties."
Business wars don't have to be a life-and-death struggle. In many cases, win-win situations are king. You must understand this principle, right?
Robert's cheeks twitched violently, he lowered his head and remained silent.
"It seems there's no need to continue our conversation. Charlie, please show me around."
"Wait a moment."
Robert gritted his teeth and said word by word,
"And Roger Consius. I'm his informant at ShowMe. If you need me, I can help you deal with him."
Hearing this, Charlie at the door froze, with a look of deep shock in his eyes.
The FBI actually planted an informant in ShowMe.
Luke waved him out.
"Roger Concius's informant, do you have any evidence?"
"I have a recording of the conversation between the two of them. If you don't believe me, I can show it to you."
Luke waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't take it out. I don't want anything to do with the FBI."
"But I'm confused. If you're from the FBI, why are you begging me? Why don't you just ask them?"
Robert gritted his teeth and said, "That bastard Roger Consius turned his back on me. After hearing what happened to me, he ignored me and blocked my number. I can't find him at all."
"I see!" Luke looked at him indifferently, "He refused to save you, so you came to me for help."
"No... no, I didn't..."
"Okay."
Luke waved his hand and said impatiently, "You are an FBI informant, an external intelligence officer of the highest judicial institution. With this identity, you don't need to beg me, you can solve it yourself."
"But he doesn't admit it!"
Luke smiled.
He said meaningfully, "If he doesn't admit it, then you are not one."
Robert was stunned, and a light flashed in his mind.
yes!
What does it have to do with him whether I am an intelligence agent or not!
As long as there is evidence, no matter whether Roger Consius admits it or not, they are all his subordinates. Since he is the boss, everything is naturally done by the FBI. I am just an executor. Even if they are guilty, it is Roger Consius's business. What does it have to do with me?
In an instant, everything became clear.
Robert was surprised and happy. He thanked Luke repeatedly. Before leaving, he wiped the blood off the floor with his suit.
The police were downstairs. When Robert saw them, he did not avoid them as he had done before. Instead, he strode over.
"I want to see Mr. Gordon. I have something important to discuss with him."
Four hours later, Roger Consius, who was drinking alone in the bar, received a call from Mike Gray. He was scolded for no reason and the call was hung up before he could understand what was happening.
"Damn it!"
Roger angrily threw his glass to the ground and turned away.
When he arrived at the police station, Mike Gray, Jim Gordon, Ramirez and Emily, who had rushed over after hearing the news, were all there. They looked at him expressionlessly, with deep scrutiny in their eyes.
Mike Gray suppressed his anger and said,
"Mr. Gordon, can I speak to him alone?"
"No problem, but don't take too long."
Jim Gordon agreed without hesitation, and frowned as he passed by Roger.
"Mr. Consius, driving under the influence is illegal."
After saying that, he raised his hand and left with the other police officers. Emily also left. Before leaving, she glared at Roger Consius fiercely, which made the latter tremble with fear.
After everyone left, Mike Gray immediately exploded, pointing at his nose and cursing,
"Tell me, is Robert Downs your informant?"
Roger was stunned for a moment, and instinctively wanted to refuse, but he felt something was wrong. When he noticed the cold light in Mike Gray's eyes, he nodded quickly.
"He is indeed my informant planted in ShowMe. I have a reason for doing this. Let me explain."
"I don't want to hear any explanations. I just want to know if you arranged for him to do those things?"
Roger didn't know what he was talking about, so he said cautiously,
"What are you talking about?"
Mike Gray took a deep breath and asked, "Did you know that Robert colluded with Sidney to force ShowMe to sign the investment contract?"
Roger Consius' heart skipped a beat, and the color instantly drained from his cheeks.
If Mike Gray didn't understand what was going on after seeing that face, his decades-long career as an agent would have been wasted.
"Let me ask you again, are you aware that Robert was instructed by Falcone to ask ShowMe to cancel the Batman account?"
"I…I…"
"You know all about it, don't you?"
"idiot!"
Bang!
A slap left five bright red fingerprints.
"As the director of the FBI, you knew this was illegal, but you didn't stop it. Who do you think you are? The mastermind behind this!"
Roger Consius ignored the pain on his face and said anxiously, "Mr. Gray, please listen to my explanation. I did this to observe the subsequent developments. ShowMe is very dangerous and must..."
"Shut up! Robert Downs has confessed everything. You arranged everything. You have a personal grudge against ShowMe owner Luke Shaw, and you're using this opportunity to bring him down."
"You idiot, you've brought shame upon the FBI."
Bang!
I couldn't help it and slapped him again.
Roger was stunned, his head was buzzing, and he couldn't remember anything.
Mike Gray was not satisfied and kicked him to the ground. "Everything you learned in the FBI was lost to the dogs. Why didn't you help Robert Downs when he got into trouble? Do you think he is toilet paper, to be thrown away after wiping your butt?"
What is the FBI's informant code: You must ensure the safety of the informant, otherwise they may betray you at any time."
"Didn't the instructor teach you these things?"
Roger Consius understood, understood it all,
"I was framed. It wasn't me. I didn't ask him to do those things. He was framing me, Mr. Gray. Believe me, I definitely didn't ask him to do anything illegal."
"Of course I know you won't break the law, but I want to ask you if you are an insider."
Roger: "…"
Mike Gray didn't want to say anything more. This idiot wasn't worth his energy.
"You are not responsible for what happens in Gotham and Metropolis. When you return, write a letter of apology. From now on, you will be suspended from all duties and suspended for reflection."
After saying this, he turned and left, leaving Roger Consius slumped on the ground with a pale face.
It's over, everything is over.
Why did it turn out like this?
Who is harming me?
After leaving the office, Mike Gray found Jim Gordon and talked for a long time. Then he met with Robert Downs. It was unknown what agreement they reached. When he left the police station, he had an extra tape in his hand.
Not long after, Robert was released. He walked out of the police station happily and saw Roger Consius on the side of the road.
The two of them looked at each other in silence.
On the second floor of the police station, Ramirez said in confusion, "Captain, are we just going to let them go like that?"
Jim Gordon put the document recording this incident into the shredder and waited until the document was shredded into pieces before speaking.
"Gotham City can't have any more scandals. Let the FBI handle their own affairs!"
Ramirez curled his lips in disdain. "It's ridiculous that a fool like that could be a supervisor."
Jim shook his head. "It can't be that simple."
At this moment, a police officer rushed in.
"Mr. Gordon, Sidney! We've found Dominic Sidney."
Jim was surprised and delighted, "Where is he."
"The East District, near the dock, has been taken under our control."
"Very good. "
Jim Gordon couldn't wait a moment and rushed to the East District Pier overnight.
The clearing operation has been carried out for nearly 90% of the time, and the only thing missing is the big fish, Falcone. Unfortunately, after searching for several days, no trace of him can be found, and no one knows where he is hiding.
Sidney is different. As the second-in-command of the Falcone family, he is likely to know his hiding place.
Gordon rushed to the East District Police Station with great joy, but was disappointed.
Looking at the foolish old man squatting in the corner counting ants, he waved his fist angrily.
"What's going on? Are you sure he's Dominic Sidney himself, and not a scapegoat?"
"I've already acted in DNA, it's definitely me."
"Why did it become like this?"
Hank, who was temporarily in charge of East District security, shook his head. "This is also what's puzzling to us. The medical examiner conducted a comprehensive examination of his body and found no other injuries besides the scar on his wrist."
"Where's the head?"
"The brain is normal, with no signs of severe trauma."
"What is this?"
Jim Gordon spread his hands, a little hysterical. "How could he be like this if his head wasn't injured? Don't tell me he took too many drugs."
Ramirez tugged at the captain's clothes and whispered in his ear,
"Maybe he's playing dumb!"
Jim suddenly realized that in Gotham City, pretending to be crazy is very normal. The reason why Arkham Asylum is so profitable is because all the criminals have become mentally ill.
After realizing this, Jim Gordon quickly calmed down, with a sneer on his face.
"Pretending to be crazy? Fine, I'll send you to Falcone and see if you can still pretend."
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