Chapter 360: The Powers of Senators (Part 2)

Many cars were parked outside the Garden Restaurant. These cars belonged to the Massachusetts Department of Justice and the Federal Bureau of Investigation, but due to the Garden Restaurant, none of these cars had any warning signs, and they were no different from ordinary social vehicles.

Zhou Ming was taken into one of these cars. Bodyguard ** and lawyer Alan accompanied Zhou Ming into the car, and Mueller, the deputy director of the Massachusetts branch of the FBI responsible for arresting Zhou Ming, was also in the car with his two assistants.

'Mr. Zhou Ming, you don't need to worry. No matter where they take you, as long as you haven't been formally sentenced, you are still free. I have grounds to be by your side. No matter what questions they ask you, you don't have to answer. As your lawyer, you can tell me first, and I will answer on your behalf. This way, you can avoid falling into the opponent's verbal trap to the greatest extent possible.'

Attorney Allen followed Zhou Ming into the car and whispered instructions in Zhou Ming's ear, who nodded to show that he understood.

Mueller was sitting opposite Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming looked at him. He was an ordinary white man, just like the FBI agents that often appeared in movies, all in trench coats and suits. He looked relatively sunny as well.

'So you guys are the famous FBI?' Zhou Ming asked curiously.

Muller looked at Zhou Ming and said lightly, 'I have already shown my relevant documents. If Zhou Ming still has doubts about our identity, the car is not the right place to verify it.'

Zhou Ming laughed. Of course, he did not deliberately find fault and doubt their identity. As Muller said, they had already shown their documents the first time they met him, and Lawyer Allen had also verified these documents, which could prove that they were all genuine FBI agents. If they were not FBI agents, no one else would have the ability to make such a big fuss and come to arrest him. Zhou Ming asked this question out of curiosity.

After all, he had heard of the FBI many times before, but only in TV shows and movies, and when he bragged about it to others. He never thought that he would actually be arrested by this organisation.

When it comes to the FBI, some people say it is a secret service agency because it investigates foreign spies and intelligence activities; some say it is a mysterious agency because it investigates aliens and all supernatural phenomena; others say it is the dog of the federal government because it is also responsible for investigating and arresting certain gang leaders or faction leaders who oppose the government.

In short, on the 9.6 million square kilometers of land in the United States, there seems to be nothing that the FBI does not handle, whether it is internally, externally, or even with aliens. In reality, however, the FBI is just a special police agency.

The full name of the FBI is the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and it originated from the government's habit of hiring private detectives to investigate cases. Later, one president found this troublesome and inefficient, and often failed to find the key to the case. So he issued an executive order to establish the federal government's own detective agency. As this agency became more and more perfect, it became the FBI.

As the agency improved, the FBI also evolved from initially only investigating a very small number of crimes such as land and financial fraud and interstate crimes, to almost all crimes that violate US law. In particular, the FBI has top priority in the areas of atrocities, drug trafficking, espionage and white-collar crime.

Zhou Ming ran through his understanding of the FBI in his mind, and then said to Mueller, 'I don't want to verify anything, I'm just curious. If I remember correctly, you should be directly under the Federal Department of Justice, so how could you be sent by a state senator to arrest me? Who do you really work for?'

'What the hell are you, a yellow-skinned pig, talking about? Believe it or not, I'll investigate you in the car first!'

Mueller was annoyed at the time. He pointed at Zhou Ming and yelled at him, even putting his hand on the gun at his waist. However, he then calmed down because he saw the gun next to Zhou Ming. Having been to war, he could feel the bone-chilling cold in the eyes of the gun, which was definitely the killer's aura cultivated from killing countless enemies in battle.

As Zhou Ming's lawyer, Alan also spoke at this time: 'Deputy Director Mueller, regarding your insulting and even threatening my client, I will definitely complain to your superior.'

Facing the pressure from ** and Alan, one of whom was a martial artist and the other a scholar, Mueller was truly helpless. In the end, he could only sit there pretending to be aloof and not answer Zhou Ming's words.

The Massachusetts branch of the Federal Bureau of Investigation is located in the South Brighton district, so after just a quarter of an hour, Zhou Ming arrived at his destination.

Like the government office buildings that have been criticised in later generations in China, the FBI's Massachusetts branch building is also very grand. However, Zhou Ming did not have time to admire it before Mueller led him into the building, through the hall and directly to a special interrogation room on the second floor. It was special because there were no shackles used to detain suspects here, just a table and four chairs.

Once here, Zhou Ming sat down very cooperatively and then asked Mueller, 'Go ahead, which economic case am I involved in?'

Seeing Zhou Ming's appearance, Mueller was infuriated: 'Chinese, I warn you to correct your attitude. This is the FBI, not your Chinese public security bureau!'

Zhou Ming innocently spread his hands and said, 'I don't understand. You brought me here. I didn't resist arrest or anything. I just want to ask which case I'm involved in. Don't I even have the right to know? Is this how you FBI interrogate, fabricating charges?'

As Zhou Ming finally said these words, 'fabricating charges,' lawyer Alan very timely interrupted, 'Deputy Director Mueller, I remind you that the FBI is also subject to US law. If you cannot give a proper reason, my client has the right to refuse to be interrogated and leave at any time. At the same time, I will also complain to the relevant authorities about your abuse of power. If my client suffers any losses as a result, I will also sue you on behalf of my client.'

Muller clenched his fists and felt very annoyed. The reason he chose to become an FBI agent in the first place was because he watched movies and TV shows where FBI agents looked very cool and dashing when they arrested the bad guys. Later, he became an FBI agent and has been carrying out arrest operations all along, which is also very enjoyable. No matter if the other party is a gang leader or a bank director, they are all trembling in front of him, like children who have done something wrong. Even if he speaks casually and loudly, they can be scared to the point of trembling.

But now, when facing Zhou Ming and Allen, they not only did not have the slightest bit of awe for them, but instead questioned and warned themselves one after the other, as if they were the criminals.

Of course, in his more than twenty years with the FBI, Mueller had not encountered any criminals who dared to challenge him. As long as he used some tactics, which criminals would not eventually submit? But now, with Zhou Ming, Allen, and the taciturn man, he was at his wits' end. He was so anxious that he was about to go crazy. He even wanted to simply take out his gun and shoot them all, but his reason told him that this was out of the question.

In the end, Mueller had to give up his own sense of justice and answer Zhou Ming honestly: 'It's about the insider trading case of the Dark Blue Airlines, and it's being investigated by the Parliamentary Securities Supervision Committee.'

'It must be Brooke. He used to serve on this committee. The situation of parliamentary positions is very bad. Unless you are the head of the committee, other senators can be transferred to serve in any committee at will,' Alan whispered to Zhou Ming.

'It really is a good place to use power for personal gain. Is this your democracy?'

Zhou Ming smiled and said, 'Is this really a place where people use their power for personal gain? Is this your democracy?'

Müller shook his head and said, "I'm very sorry, but in order to avoid problems during the interrogation, this is not allowed.'

'Then can my lawyer make a phone call?" Zhou Ming asked again.

This time, before Müller could say anything, Allen reminded him, 'Deputy Director Müller, I am a lawyer.'

'Of course I know that,' Muller said unkindly, 'Attorney Allen can make the call, but due to the special circumstances of the case, he needs to be accompanied by one of my agents.'

Zhou Ming nodded and said okay, then turned to Allen and said something. Allen looked at Zhou Ming doubtfully, and Zhou Ming nodded reassuringly at him. Allen then went out to make the call. Zhou Ming looked up and said, 'Thank you very much, Deputy Director Mueller. You just said that you are not here to interrogate, but that the so-and-so committee is, right? Then please go and invite that guy, Lao Brook, over here, and just tell him that I'm here waiting for him.'

Müller subconsciously nodded and said yes, and when he went out the door, he suddenly realised why he had listened to Zhou Ming so much. However, it was impossible for him to go back at this point, and besides, he was originally going to invite Senator Brooke, but now that Zhou Ming had said that, why did he feel like he was being ordered around when it was such a normal thing to do?

Damn it! This damned Chinese person, I will definitely get him back some time!

Müller thought hatefully to himself, and then went to find someone, while Zhou Ming let out a long breath as he sat in the interrogation room.

At this time, Zhou Ming was very upset. Don't look at him acting so cocky when facing Müller, but in reality he was very depressed. After all, he was originally having a nice meal in a luxury restaurant, but ended up being arrested and brought to the FBI, and became a suspect.

This was undoubtedly the work of old Brooke. The so-called case was nothing more than framing him for manipulating the stock of Dark Blue Airlines.

He had originally reported him for this, but who knew that in just three days, not only had he been released from custody, but he had even turned on him and accused him of insider trading. What was particularly hard to accept was that the FBI, who had arrested him just three days ago, had now turned around and helped arrest him.

'Is this the power of a senator? It seems that no matter where you are, what the law is like, it's still good to have power in your hands!' Zhou Ming sighed and said this.

Zhou Ming then waited in the interrogation room for another ten minutes before the door was finally opened again. A middle-aged man in his fifties walked in, smirking and greeting Zhou Ming, 'Hello, Zhou Ming of China, we meet again.'

No surprise, this person is Senator Brook, and besides him there are two other middle-aged men in suits, presumably the other two senators investigating the case.

Old Brook and the other two senators sat in front of Zhou Ming respectively. Old Brook said to Zhou Ming, 'What do you think? Are you surprised to see me? You didn't expect that we would meet again so soon, did you? And it's in a way that I investigated you. In fact, I didn't expect it either, but unfortunately, God just likes to play pranks, so that's why it's arranged this way.'

Zhou Ming shrugged and said, 'I'm actually not surprised, I just underestimated the power of the senator.'

'That's your biggest mistake!' said an angry Brooke. 'Why did you come to the United States if you were fine staying in China? Once you came to the United States, you should have just stayed out of trouble, why did you have to target little Brooke? Now you even dare to rebel against me. You were destined to have this day. This is America, not something you yellow-skinned monkeys can play with!'

At the end of the day, Lao Brook laughed: 'But there is no regret pill in this world, so let's start the interrogation.'

Zhou Ming, however, put up a hand to signal a pause: 'I think we can wait a little longer.'

Lao Brook was stunned, but before he could say anything, the door to the interrogation room opened again, and it was Lawyer Allen who had returned.

'So you've hired a lawyer, have you? Let me tell you, this is a futile struggle!'

Lao Brook said to Zhou Ming, but when he looked back and saw what Lawyer Allen was holding, he was dumbfounded.