Chapter 557 - 363: Li Wei is Really a Good Kid

Chapter 557: Chapter 363: Li Wei is Really a Good Kid

After adding Jason Miller and his family to the list, Li Wei contacted the head of the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation in Los Angeles. After all, this involved a 20 million USD investment from the Mellon Foundation.

"Done." Li Wei put down the phone and picked up his cola. "Time to go home."

...

This was the first time Jason Miller had ever seen the Los Angeles Police Department solve a case so quickly. When he was brought to the LAPD substation for investigation, he originally thought that would be the end of it for the day. Unexpectedly, after being taken to the hospital to have his wounds dressed and returning to the station, he found that the entire atmosphere of the substation had changed.

Before he left, the only people who received him were a yawning duty detective and a fast-typing clerk. But by the time Jason Miller returned, the second-floor conference room was brightly lit, and there were over a dozen more people in various uniforms and plainclothes bustling in the corridor.

Jason Miller felt a bit uneasy. He wondered, "Is this case really that big of a deal?"

"This way, Mr. Miller." An agent pushed open the door to an independent interrogation room. "A few colleagues need to verify some details with you."

A few older Los Angeles Police Department officers sat on one side of the table.

"Mr. Miller," one officer spoke first, "on behalf of the Los Angeles Police Department, I want to express our regret for what you went through. Also, I need to inform you—" He paused. "—that we’ve made new progress in your case. Sheldon Sinclair has been arrested on charges of suspected organized procurement fraud, money laundering, and conspiracy to kidnap."

His colleague took over. "Furthermore, based on the confessions and evidence from the three suspects you subdued in the warehouse, we’ve obtained—"

"Wait, wait, wait." Jason Miller couldn’t help but interrupt. "What did you say?"

"Where should I start over?" the officer asked.

"What do you mean, the three suspects I subdued?"

The officer blinked. "The LAPD didn’t find any footprints, bodily tissue, or surveillance footage of a fifth person at the scene. Our preliminary conclusion is that, in the split second when the lightbulb blew out due to aging, you took advantage of the darkness and fought back, subduing the three suspects."

"I didn’t do it!"

"Then do you have any evidence to prove there was a fifth person at the scene?"

"..."

"The human brain can alter past memories in extreme situations," the officer said while writing his report. "Besides, there are precedents of people unleashing immense potential in extremely dangerous situations."

In the end, after arguing for a long time, Jason Miller had no choice but to confusedly accept the final report that designated him as the one who subdued the three suspects.

After he left, the two officers exchanged a glance and simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

Ten minutes after Jason Miller reported the case, someone from the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation called a California assemblyman, hoping the case could be solved as soon as possible. The assemblyman then contacted the Chief of the Los Angeles Police Department, Robert Flynn, demanding the case be closed within five days.

Robert Flynn notified the substation captain, ordering him to close the case within three days.

The substation captain crawled out of his mistress’s bed in the middle of the night and rushed to the police station. One look at the file, and he slammed his hand down on the desk. "Fack! Isn’t it just a small gang at the San Pedro Port? Close this case within twenty-four hours."

From five days to three days to twenty-four hours, the pressure compounded at every level. The boots on the ground worked through the night, arresting twenty-six people from seven different locations, completely wiping out the gang in one fell swoop.

As for the arrested prop master, Sheldon Sinclair, he was initially extremely stubborn and refused to plead guilty, insisting, "Wait for my lawyer! I want to wait for my lawyer!"

However, the officers—forced to solve the case within twenty-four hours and dragged out of bed in the middle of the night—couldn’t care less. After the equipment "aged" and the cameras conveniently "ran out of battery," they engaged in a bit of "friendly exchange." Thus, without a single visible physical injury on his body, Sheldon Sinclair confessed to everything.

The next morning, while the substation officers who had pulled an all-nighter were furiously working away, a Cadillac Escalade ESV parked in the visitor’s space in front of the Los Angeles Police Department building at 10:00 a.m.

"Mr. Li Wei." A middle-aged officer in a crisp uniform was waiting by the curb. "I’m the liaison officer from the chief’s office. Chief Flynn is waiting for you inside."

Li Wei followed the liaison officer through the first-floor administrative hall. Along the way, quite a few uniformed officers recognized him—after all, the face of a Super Bowl MVP and the greatest quarterback in history was no less famous than any Hollywood star, even in Hollywood. However, the officers only cast curious glances; no one stepped forward to disturb him.

The elevator arrived at the eighth floor, and the liaison officer knocked on the solid wooden door at the end of the corridor.

"Come in."

The office was simpler than Li Wei had imagined. It featured a dark mahogany desk with only a laptop, a landline, a pen holder, and a family portrait on it. The bookcase behind it was filled with medals and commendations.

Robert Flynn stood up from behind his chair. He was in his early sixties, tall and well-built, with meticulously styled gray hair and a clean-shaven chin.

"Mr. Li Wei!" He walked around the desk and took the initiative to extend his hand, his smile as bright as the California sunshine. "We finally meet!"

His grip was strong, the kind of handshake meant to display dominance. Li Wei raised an eyebrow and applied just a tiny bit of Power.

Robert Flynn managed to hold his composure at first, but a second later, his face flushed beet red.

"Chief Flynn," Li Wei smiled. "Forgive my presumptuous visit, and thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule."

"HISS..." Robert Flynn managed a strained smile. "Having the Super Bowl MVP in my office is an honor for the LAPD."

Upon letting go, he immediately coughed and placed his hands behind his back, his right hand constantly clenching and trembling. Flynn had Li Wei sit in the sofa area while he sat opposite him, his left hand covering his right.

"Is your employee alright?" he asked.

"He’s fine, recovering well," Li Wei replied. "I mainly wanted to thank you and your LAPD colleagues for your swift response. You closed the case in just one night."

As he spoke, Li Wei activated [Adaptability (Bronze)].

The Mellon Family’s connections were Mellon’s connections; his own connections were his own. Building a good relationship with the chief of the Los Angeles Police Department, who commanded tens of thousands of police officers, would undoubtedly be nothing but beneficial.

Robert Flynn felt the sensation gradually returning to his palm, so he reached out to pick up his coffee and took a sip.

He thought with some dissatisfaction, "Fack. This kid Li Wei has such a strong grip. He has no respect for me at all."

However, as he looked at Li Wei’s smile and finished his sip of coffee, a sudden ripple of emotion stirred in his heart. On second thought, he mused, "This kid Li Wei has such a strong grip, and he doesn’t try to hide it at all. What a straightforward, good kid."

For some inexplicable reason, his gaze toward Li Wei suddenly became much more favorable.