Kapitel 83: Means

Redakteur: Atlas Studios

Philip was now flushed with success. Since the first time he had met the Gibson father and son, his income had begun to increase, which allowed him to do his best to complete every job Wesley had given him.

Finally, he reached the peak of his career and became the director of the legal department of the Union Games Company. He was in charge of forming a legal team. Ordinary small companies can't afford to support lawyers. Lawyers belong to a high-income profession and are also a relatively prestigious profession. In the United States, everyone basically can't do without lawyers because there are so many laws in the United States that you can't remember them at all, especially when each state has its own set of laws that you can't understand unless you are a professional.

When his boss called him again today, he was very happy. It was a good time to show off the fruits of his labor, so he first asked the three lawyers stationed in New York to go to the 56th Precinct. This fully explained his meticulousness. He knew where his boss's house was and he knew where it was under his jurisdiction.

Afterward, Phillip led a dozen lawyers on a direct flight to New York. They could get there in a few hours. There were a lot of flights between California and New York, and Hollywood stars could often be seen.

Wesley asked Carlos to take Mindy away, and then he entered the 56th Precinct with three lawyers who were waiting early in the morning. The sheriff looked at the lawyers behind Wesley and was a little scared. The police hate lawyers the most. The rich are not scary, but the lawyers behind them are. Now there are three of them, and it seems that this is not all of them, but only New York garrisoned, and the lawyers behind are coming.

There was a special room for taking statements. Wesley led the way and sat in a row with his lawyer. There were only two people opposite him, the sheriff and a recorder. There was a clear difference in their imposing manner.

"Mr. Wesley, can we start now? We need to ask for your information first." The sheriff asked directly.

The lawyer beside Wesley began to communicate with him in a low voice. Wesley felt that there was no need to hide anything. His superficial identity, SHIELD, had no other arrangements. He himself was the chairman of a company and did not need any other arrangements. Moreover, he was part of the Avengers program and was different from other agents.

"Yes, let's start!" Wesley nodded.

"Name!"

'Wesley Gibson!'

"Age!"

"Twenty-six!"

"Profession!"

"The chairman of Union Games, a shareholder of Stark Industries!" Wesley said. But after the sheriff heard it, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. A shareholder of Stark Industries alone is not easy to deal with. Stark Industries also has a legal team, and they used to sell arms. Although they don't sell now, their stock is rising every day.

He also knew about the Alliance Game Company. It had recently begun to join forces with the rest of the world. A signing banquet was reported by all the major media outlets in the United States. The chairman was called Wesley. Now it seemed that he was alone. His market value was estimated to be more than $50 billion, and he would rule the American Internet Instant Communication Market.

"So, Mr. Wesley Gibson, can you tell us what happened today?" The sheriff composed himself and then asked.

"Of course, a lot of people saw it. There's nothing you can't say…" Wesley told them what happened today and then asked, "Can I ask you why it took the police so long to arrive?"

"Well… traffic. After all, it's New York."

"Ha, ha…" Wesley's response was "ha, ha." Although New York traffic is a big problem, there must be patrols. Every block has a patrolling officer. Why didn't the patrolling officers arrive?

The sheriff knew that this kind of thing didn't make any sense, so he immediately changed tactics. "Mr. Wesley Gibson, at that time your sister fired three shots. I don't know whose gun it was. Do you have a license to carry it?"

Wesley smiled. He wasn't afraid of that, because his two guns were registered to S.H.I.E.L.D. "The guns are mine. It's not appropriate to shoot them in front of the school, so I threw them in the car as a safeguard for my sister. She can use the guns to protect herself if necessary. Do you need to see some ID?"

"Of course it would be best if I could see it." The sheriff needed to stall for time now. He took the ID provided by Wesley and went out to check, but he called the headquarters first.

"I got into big trouble to help you. Do you know who that person is? The chairman of the Union Games Company, his legal team is coming. What should I do?" The sheriff complained to the other end of the phone in his office.

"Don't worry, even if you lose your job, I will still give you a lot of money. You can directly retire and you don't have to worry about anything. Didn't he shoot? Go and check his gun ID, you will be surprised." Then he put down the phone.

The sheriff was stunned for a moment. Wesley Gibson didn't look like he was lying. Could it be that the person who wanted to deal with him had erased the information on the ID? He hurriedly began to check on the computer. Sure enough, there was no record of two guns. He smiled. The charge of illegal gun possession was not small. There would be a lawsuit.

The refreshed sheriff came straight back, pushed open the door, and went in. Wesley felt that something was wrong. Why did he look so happy?

"Mr. Wesley Gibson, your two guns are not registered. You are illegally armed," the sheriff said with a smile.

"Haha, so you mean to say that my ID is fake, right?" Wesley did not panic. His ID is definitely real. If there is no record, then it has been deleted. But you can delete the record, but you can't destroy the ID. Then this matter is worth talking about.

The sheriff was stunned at first, then said, "This… I need to investigate this. It might take a little longer."

"You don't need to take so long, because this matter is no longer under your control. I am leaving now, and your police station will wait for my lawyer's letter." Wesley got up directly. Hydra seems to be on the move. It is hard to say what their purpose is, so Wesley doesn't want to argue with the police now.

The three lawyers were stunned, but their boss's words were an order. They also got up and prepared to leave. If the police stopped them, it would be time for them to move out.

"Mr. Wesley, you can't leave like this. We need you to clarify the issue of the gun." The sheriff wanted to stop them. If both sides could reach a settlement, then they would not be prosecuted. The three lawyers were ready to show their existence, but Wesley waved his hand and said, "Look at this." Another ID was thrown out.

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