America 1919

As it turns out, the oldest tricks are often the most useful.

From ancient times to the present, from east to west, the honey trap has been around for hundreds of years, yet it persists, and will continue to do so. When you check into a hotel and see little cards slipped under your door, the first thing you feel is excitement, the second is worry about the honey trap!

And now, this very trick works just as well in the United States, in Atlantic City!

When Rene Mel and his two companions brought girls from the bar to the hotel, the door was suddenly pushed open!

Before Rene could react, a group of photographers rushed in, taking snaps at the two on the bed. Rene was thinking about explaining when the woman he had been flirting with only moments ago was already curling up in bed with the sheets pulled up to her eyes, starting to cry.

Rene swore that even the actresses he had seen in the movies couldn't match this woman's acting skills.

At that moment, he understood he had been set up!

He had been careless, knowing full well that this was Donnie Block's territory, and yet he had failed to guard his own lower half.

But Rene wasn't too worried in his heart. Such an incident, concerning their group, would at worst become a salacious piece of news. Since none of them were married, such a story, even if reported, wouldn't matter much as long as their superiors did not blame them.

Donnie Block had ultimately miscalculated!

"What are you trying to do? Do you not understand that this is a violation of personal privacy?"

Rene sat up in bed and demanded, aggravated.

Just when he thought his indifferent attitude would intimidate the photographers, several people walked into the bedroom, dressed in police uniforms. Seeing these people, the woman beside him suddenly scrambled over, no longer caring about her current state, and clung to the chief's sleeve, swaying.

"Save me, save me, this man ** me, and ** me!"

The woman latched onto the police chief's sleeve, shaking it.

Sean Be flashed his badge at Rene on the bed and said sternly, "We received a report from the hotel that you forcibly took a woman back here. Lucky for you, we responded in time, otherwise another one of Atlantic City's decent women would have been despoiled by you!"

"Already despoiled!" the woman interjected carelessly.

Rene's face turned pale. If until now the situation could be considered a sexual scandal, now—

"All right, you can let these people go now. I know for sure you want to negotiate terms with me!"

Having figured it all out, Rene no longer displayed his initial panic.

Seeing his compliant approach, Sean Be didn't say much, then signaled for the photographers and his subordinates to leave, while he went to wait in the living room for Rene.

When Rene emerged from the bedroom wearing a robe, he noticed there was an extra person on the sofa.

"Robert Lillard!"

As he came to investigate Donnie, Rene naturally had already investigated all the people around Donnie and knew that the man sitting on the sofa was Donnie Block's right-hand man, Robert Lillard.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Mel!" Robert, who usually exhibited a jovial demeanor in front of Donnie, now adopted a calm demeanor.

"I apologize for meeting you under these circumstances, Mr. Mel. However, I think if we hadn't met like this, you probably wouldn't have listened seriously to what I have to say, right!"

Rene took a seat opposite Robert and calmly said, "Mr. Lillard, even if you've got something on me, it is of no use. The investigation of Donnie Block is one of the IRS's most important matters in recent years. Even if I go back, someone else will replace me to continue this task!"

Robert chuckled lightly and remarked, "I thought you might resist a bit!"

Extracting a cigarette from his robe, Rene lit it and said, "How would I resist? The damn American Constitution, the highly autonomous states—if I protested, I suppose that police chief sitting next to you would take me to the precinct, and then the prosecutor of Atlantic City would certainly press charges against me in no time.

Before coming here, I did some research. The Chief Justice of City Hall in Atlantic City, Brad Dorn, used to be a legal advisor for Donnybrook Company. He would probably have me sentenced right away, wouldn't he?

After all, considering the situation at the scene, there is both witness and physical evidence!"

Robert nodded, adding, "It seems the IRS had good reason to send you!"

Rene inquired, "I'm actually quite curious, when did you find out we came here?" Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire

Robert fibbed, "Of course, it was the moment you stepped into Elwood Village. Mr. Lillard, do you really think you spent over three months in Elwood Village without anyone noticing?"

Rene didn't question Robert's words, knowing that Elwood Village's infamy had spread far and wide before this.

"Well, I've answered your questions, so can we formally discuss our cooperation now? Or would you rather be a loyal IRS agent and spend a year or two in prison? We will definitely arrange the most considerate cellmates for you!"

Robert was using both carrot and stick.

Did Rene have a choice?

He did not!

Under the American Constitution, if he committed an offense in Atlantic City, he would have to face trial in Atlantic City. Even if he appealed to the State Government of New Jersey... would New Jersey oppose Donnie's suggestion for his sake?