Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

As the saying goes, a single stone can create a thousand ripples.

Nasi's remarks were far more convincing and shocking than those of Deputy Director Reid.

The demonstrators outside the police station were stunned, unable to anticipate such a scenario.

The demonstrators began to waver.

George wasn't dead?

Was George a criminal?

Was George a murderer?

Although some still chanted that George was a hero, most had begun to have doubts.

The black female reporter wasn't ready to give up, yet she did not want to confront a black mother. Turning to Reid, she said, "Director Reid, although you say George isn't dead, the crowd still doesn't believe it.

If George truly isn't dead, then let him come forward and tell everyone if he is a criminal or not."

"Exactly."

"George is already dead."

"George is not a murderer, he's a hero!"

"Let George come and speak; then we'll believe, otherwise, we won't believe it."

The black female reporter said, "Director Reid, you've heard it, this is the voice of the citizens."

Reid shook his head, "No, they can only represent a small group of extreme demonstrators, not the citizens of Los Angeles; the citizens of Los Angeles don't want to be represented."

I know many people are following George's case, which is why I am holding this press conference.

I have clearly stated that George isn't dead; he is currently facing charges on three counts, two of which are quite severe.

He is still under investigation and cannot make a public appearance.

If you want to see him, you can attend his trial; this might give you a better understanding of George.

That's all I have to say, the press conference is over, please disperse."

After Reid spoke, the press conference ended, but the matter was far from over.

The crowd of demonstrators found themselves in a dilemma.

The police have said George isn't dead.

If they could see George himself, they would be convinced, but the police were reluctant to allow George to appear.

Ending the demonstration now would seem anti-climactic; a small group still stubbornly believed George was dead and that the police's words could not be trusted, accusing them of deceiving the public.

They resolved to continue the demonstration, just in case George really wasn't dead and was actually a murderer, which would be embarrassing.

That black mother, Nasi, did not seem to be lying.

Overall, this situation left the demonstrators frustrated and disgusted, finding themselves in a tough position.

Many cities in America had demonstrations.

It was only when TV stations broadcast the Los Angeles Police Department's press conference that the narrative of the entire event started to shift...

On August 11th, George was brought to the court for a trial, marking his first public appearance since his arrest.

He was accused of killing a 14-year-old boy, involvement in printing and using counterfeit currency, and his past criminal records were also exposed.

As people calmed down, they saw the true face of George; he was no hero.

But a criminal.

Pari Jones also saw George outside the court; at that moment, she completely gave up.

The news of George's death was broadcast by her; she thought it was her chance to make a comeback, only to end up a laughingstock.

George wasn't dead!

George was alive and well.

Had Marcus deceived her?

Pari was angry, feeling played. She pulled out her phone to call Marcus, but eventually decided against it.

What right did she have to call Marcus?

Marcus had never asked her to report that news; it was her own decision.

If she hadn't been greedy, none of this would have happened.

Moreover, all Marcus needed to say was that he had been deceived too, and he thought George was dead; Pari would never know the truth.

Pushing further, did Luke know whether the news about George was true or not?

Or perhaps, were they all pawns in a scheme orchestrated by the police hierarchy?

Pari sighed languidly, filled with helplessness. Whatever the reason, she had been used as a tool.

She was the most foolish of them all.

Those LAPD, not a single good one among them.

...

Eight o'clock, evening.

Kamaya Bar.

Around a circular table sat four individuals: Luke, Jackson, rookie patrol officer John, and his partner Afra.

"Cheers!"

The four clinked glasses.

John said, "Deputy Luke, thank you for everything you've done. If it hadn't been for you stopping the assassination attempt, George might have been killed.

Afra and I would have been unfortunate as well."

Afra joked, "True, I was already preparing for a long vacation. I even bought my plane ticket to Hawaii."

Jackson munched on a salt and pepper cracker and said, "I've been wondering why this issue blew up so big?

Although William's arrest methods were indeed quite aggressive, that was because George resisted arrest initially. There have been many similar incidents before, so why did this one trigger a demonstration."

"I heard there were also demonstrations in Washington, the White House was surrounded by demonstrators, and active duty military came out to maintain order. The Great Commander was forced to hide in a shelter," Afra whispered,

"Rumor has it the Great Commander was so angry he slammed the table, even ordered the security forces to shoot at the demonstrators."

John speculated, "Are you suggesting someone is using this incident to target the Great Commander?"

"I don't know, but I know the date of the next big election is close."

John widened his eyes, surprised, "So you mean to say, we've been caught up in a political event that could potentially affect the election of the Great Commander of America."