Chapter 16: Being a Guest
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"Contact the director. The public opinion about Director George has always been positive. He is in a high position and will not be corrupted by the money." Daisy tried to offer a suggestion.
Brett was a bit stunned. A small patrol officer like him contacting the director of the New York Police Department?
With seventy-seven precincts, twelve traffic divisions, and nine housing management bureaus in New York, not to mention over thirty thousand formal police officers. What kind of green onion is he in front of the chief?
Not to mention leapfrogging the report, no matter how you think it is a serious incident, Brett had to measure the impact of the whole incident on him.
"If the director doesn't listen to my explanation, then I'm finished..." he expressed his worry to Daisy.
Daisy knew Director George was a good person, but others might not know. She couldn't explain her source of information, so she chose to remain silent, letting Brett make his own decision.
"All right, this is something we should do. It's my duty! But you have to come with me to see the director when the time comes," Brett said with determination after a while, who knew what mental journey he made up in his brain?
Daisy had no choice. However, how the patrol officer connected with the director was his business. She just needed to recount her discoveries when the time came.
Over the next few days, Daisy was cautious and refrained from strolling on the streets. Instead, she attended a crash course in karate, practicing for two days.
During the previous encounter with some gang members, she realized her weakness in hand-to-hand combat. Relying solely on shockwaves was not a sustainable strategy.
Being a city with millions of residents, New York naturally had places teaching Eastern martial arts like Xingyiquan, Wing Chun, and Hung Gar. But Daisy was short on time and could only find some martial arts that were easy to learn and quick to use.
Between taekwondo and karate, she chose karate.
In the evening, Brett, who had been missing for three days, found her.
"Going to the director's house for dinner? Brett, you're doing well! Perform well tonight, and promotions and raises won't be a problem." Daisy and Brett are now grasshoppers on the same boat,, and their relationship has subtly improved.
On the way, listening to Brett's experiences over the past two days, Daisy couldn't help but sigh. This guy was truly putting in the effort.
Brett was quite clever. Instead of using the police's internal email system, he acted like a clueless rookie. In the curious gazes of his colleagues, he quickly ran over and slapped a ticket on the chief's official car.
The chief was dumbfounded. How did such a good visionary patron officer get recruited into the police system? Out of a sense of mentoring the younger generation, he stopped Brett and talked to him. Before he could finish his advice, he was interrupted, and Brett took the opportunity to quickly explain the situation.
Mr. Director is not someone who jumped to conclusions. Reaching his position required more than just enthusiasm.
Behind such high-level dealings, there must be various connections. He needed more evidence, leading to the invitation for dinner tonight.
The director seemed relatively clean, residing in a high-rise building in Upper Manhattan. The two of them walked out of the elevator and pressed the doorbell for 2016. A middle-aged man came to open the door.
The man was somewhat slim, with blond hair and sharp eyes. He was reserved, not one to joke around, even in his own home, still wearing a suit and tie.
He scrutinized Daisy with his gaze before letting them in.
The director's wife was very welcoming, summoning them to join the dinner.
At the dining table, Daisy saw several other members of the Stacy family. First and foremost was the famous Gwen, a blonde beauty who appeared to be around eleven or twelve years old and seemed to regard Daisy with a little hostility.
It was the typical reaction of one beautiful woman encountering another, at least Daisy thought so.
There was also a small kid who looked around four or five years old. Daisy remembered from her knowledge that they would have another boy in the future.
At the dinner table, she saw Stacy's famous lemon sea bass.
To be honest, the culinary skills here are a nightmare level. Daisy had been in this world for two months, and apart from the "Chinese cuisine" prepared by the maid, she hadn't had a satisfying meal. Daily bread and vegetable salads were barely passable.
Now, finally, she had a proper meal. When given the signal to start eating, she eagerly dug in.
The method of eating lemon seabass was no issue for her. As someone who came from China, she could eat anything, even alligators, let alone seabass.
Initially, Mrs. Stacy was kind enough to ask Daisy friendly questions about her habits and social life. Later, seeing Daisy enjoy the meal so much, she closed her mouth.
Karate training consumed physical energy, and using abilities also drained stamina. Despite mentioning it a few times, the maid still pursued an elegant culinary route.
To avoid appearing like a glutton, Daisy hadn't enjoyed her meals for a long time.
Looks are everything; a beautiful woman can be forgiven even if they do bad things, let alone just eating a bit more?
Daisy had no pretense; things like grace and demeanor naturally took a backseat when she was eating. This, however, made the director and his wife quite fond of her.
Someone with malicious intentions wouldn't eat so unabashedly – that was Mr. Director's thought.
This girl seems like she hasn't eaten in a long time; why is she so hungry? That was Mr. Director's wife's opinion.
Gwen, who always maintained a ladylike demeanor, found Daisy shocking. Could this person have recently escaped from somewhere? She eats way too much!
Daisy had devoured almost a third to half of the dishes on the table. She wiped her mouth, looking satisfied.
Leaving the dissatisfied little Gwen and her mother to tidy up the table, Daisy and Brett entered the director's meeting room.
"Miss Johnson, could you please explain how you discovered the target?" The director took the lead in asking.
Daisy would not disclose that she had caught the attention of a deranged old hag, subsequently retaliated, and now needed the help of the police to resolve the trouble.
She fabricated a story about being entrusted to find a fellow townsman, then shifted the focus of the conversation, saying, "Mr. Director, I have reason to suspect that there are a large number of abused Chinese people in the underground facilities of those guys."
"These are the pieces of evidence I've gathered, although they're not direct proof."
She took out a pile of information from her backpack, including water and electricity consumption, food delivery truck records, and several missing persons notices posted on the Internet. If possible, she really wanted to show the director a photo of Mrs. Gao.
"Uncle Police, this is the old bitch!"
She sincerely hoped for the issuance of the next highest-level wanted order, the kind where you shoot on sight. Unfortunately, Mrs. Gao was very cautious and hadn't been caught on camera.
Director George examined the evidence repeatedly; anyone with a brain could analyze that this was a major case.
The other party might think they were protected by the local police and were very unscrupulous. Many pieces of evidence were quite obvious and could be easily traced by any ordinary citizen.
Without knowing the full story, Director George surprisingly thought highly of Daisy, believing she was a good girl with a sense of justice! He hoped Gwen would be like this in the future, just have less enthusiasm for dangerous things!
He had encountered quite a few individuals who, driven by passion alone, investigated criminals. Interestingly, many of them were women.
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