American drama of life

Chapter 80 Are You Teaching Me To Do Things? (Please subscribe!)

"Young people really can't be beaten to death for doing wrong things."

Luke nodded.

"I knew you were a sensible person."

Boyte thought that Luke was a man who knew current affairs, and the smile on his face was no longer a fake one.

"It's just that your son has made a mistake and was beaten with a stick."

Luke's voice changed: "He was beaten every day, but because he was protected by a father like you, he was never really beaten, and he didn't know the pain of being beaten.

If you continue to make mistakes like this, you won't worry that one day you will make a big mistake, and you will be beaten with a big stick, and you will not be able to bear it, and you will beat both father and son to death? "

"What did you say?"

The smile faded from Boyett's face, and he squinted at Luke.

"I mean, this matter should teach him a profound lesson, let him know what pain and fear are."

Luke is still reluctant to confront a dirty police detective with complicated connections for things that are not his own, so I sincerely suggest.

"When you're in prison, it's none of our business to do whatever you want with your connections and commutation bail.

In this way, your son learns a lesson and knows how to be in awe, which will save people's worries in the future.

The Deng Fei family, who suffered innocently, could not be framed instead. While the child was paralyzed, he would also suffer damage to honor and money.

You also said that you are a good person.

You are still a detective and should know that this is the best outcome for you and your son. "

This is also an important reason why Luke doesn't want to control it.

No matter how much Luke and the others insist on sending Boydt's drunk-driving son to jail, with Detective Boyt's connections, he can get a commutation of his sentence and release him on bail, and he can't spend so many years in prison.

Besides, Boyte collects black money, and his son drives a good car. The family must have plenty of money. Those who have connections and money must live freely in prison, which is probably not much worse than outside.

It is impossible to truly uphold justice, and offend such a dirty police detective who has no bottom line, why bother.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Boyett looked at Luke blankly.

"If you haven't thought of the benefits of this layer, I just thought of it for you."

Luke said seriously.

Boyett stared at Luke, trying to overwhelm him.

But Luke just didn't want to get into trouble for other people's affairs, and he wasn't really afraid of him. Faced with this fierce gaze that made many criminals in the New York underground world afraid, he calmed down.

They stared at each other for half a minute.

Seeing that Luke's expression remained unchanged, Boit felt a thump in his heart, keenly aware that Luke must have the confidence to say this.

Although Luke had no background after investigation, but looking at Luke's face, he didn't overly suspect that Luke was cheating him.

"I care about this city."

Thinking that Luke might really have some cards that could kill him and his son with one blow, Boyte took a deep breath and took the initiative to ease his attitude.

"I am also concerned about the safety of the citizens. Maybe it is because I care too much and spend too much time, so I am often away from home and do not take good care of my son. This is my fault.

I give you my promise, from now on I will hold on to him and send him to corrective treatment until he is completely rehabilitated.

My heart aches for the tragedy of the Dunphy family.

It's just not worth creating another tragedy for. "

"I think this has been said to the first seven families of Dunphy's family? From your son's 7 years old to now?"

Luke looked at him: "Facts have proved that these words are useless, and it is impossible for you to control your son who has formed a character.

Again, letting him go to jail is good for the Dunphy family, for your son, for the city you love so much and its citizens.

It's the same for you, you can also sleep more peacefully, can't you? "

"I go to church to pray and confess every week."

Boyett smiled and took out the cross on his chest: "My sleep is as sweet as a baby."

"..."

Luke's mouth twitched, speechless.

Ok.

It was his fault that he didn't see the other party wearing a cross, otherwise he wouldn't have said such stupid things at all.

There is a back door opened by God, constant prayer and repentance, all sins can be easily relieved by these people, and they have no psychological pressure, so they sleep very peacefully.

Then the next day I have more energy to continue sinning, and then I have more motivation to pray and repent, which is a perfect closed loop.

"I'm a born cop."

Boyett narrowed his eyes again: "Many policemen's arms will instantly petrify when they shoot, but I won't.

I've always been aggressive, and in our line of business you have to be that way to get things done.

I don't want to tell you like I did to your vice-captain, this is not a request!
But I want you to think about it carefully.

In many cases, superficial relationships are not enough to become real confidence.

And Justin, that's my son!
The son I would give anything for! "

"I still said those words. Instead of threatening us here, it is better to focus on correcting your son's behavior in prison, fulfilling the promise you said, and caring about this city and its citizens."

Seeing that he always wanted to threaten him, Luke had already made a decision in his heart, and when he looked at Boyett again, he was already looking at the dead bones in the grave, Mo De said emotionally.

Maybe his son Justin is as natural as Chang Wei, but Luke at most turns a blind eye to it, but he will definitely not be the watchman or the hermaphrodite who helps others.

"Sure enough, the firefighters are getting tougher than each other. Good, good!"

Boyett nodded and walked away: "I only hope that you can continue to be so tough."

Luke watched his leaving back, then turned and went back upstairs.

"what happened?"

As soon as he entered the door, Monica came over.

"fine."

Luke didn't really want to say these things, but seeing Monica's worried face, thinking that with her temperament, she would definitely ask the end, so he picked her up and threw her on the dining table.

He didn't feel like talking to her about it right now.

He needs time to think about how to respond.

With the firefighting skills provided by the system, he wanted to kill this dirty detective as easily as crushing an ant.

But how to let this dirty police detective die in a reasonable and reasonable way without attracting anyone's attention requires a wise and wise brain to plan carefully.

Originally, many of the dark sides revealed in the world of American dramas are enough to permeate people, but one must know an amazing fact, that is, these are all beautified and embellished.

The darkness hidden in the dark is bound to be more terrifying.

Those who are most worried about being discovered and sliced ​​by the senior traversers may be just a worrying joke in other worlds, but in the world of American dramas, this is the cruelest necessity.

Luke's current physique is too far away from Superman, he has just started, and the time available to support powerful firefighting skills is also limited, which is not enough to deal with the risk of exposure.

So it must not arouse any suspicion.

(End of this chapter)