Bright Diaz has been immersed in the officialdom for most of his life, and he knows the weight of the four words "no right to review" in the national citizen system. All of them are people of great background, and some are even figures in the altar .

He is the chief of the police department in the center of Middle Land City. In the eyes of ordinary citizens, he is a high-ranking official. But in front of those big shots, he is just a sesame-sized fart and is not even worth their attention.

He had spent most of his life struggling in official circles before he finally climbed to the position of chief of the city center police station. This time, he might fall from grace and be crushed to pieces just because he arrested the wrong person. So he couldn't help but be afraid.

Bright Diaz hurried to the interrogation room on the second floor. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still stunned when he pushed open the door. The eight best policemen in the bureau were lying on the ground, some hugging their arms, some covering their legs...all of them were moaning softly.

The young man who was caught was sitting on a chair with his legs raised up on the table, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips, looking like a slacker and unscrupulous second-rate person.

Someone opened the door and came in. Scott Smith didn't even turn his head until Bright Diaz came up to him respectfully with sweat on his face. Then he looked up.

"Mr.Smith, this is all a misunderstanding. On behalf of the bureau, I sincerely apologize to you. Please be lenient." Bright Diaz said like a grandson. If he was a little more exaggerated, he would have knelt on the ground in servility.

"Misunderstand?"

Scott Smith laughed and said, "You said it was a misunderstanding? ,you are the only one who has the final say on everything. You have a lot of power!"

“I dare not…”

Bright Diaz said repeatedly: "I am just a sesame-sized police chief, and I am nothing in Mr.Smith's eyes. This is really a misunderstanding. I don't know your identity, Mr.Smith, otherwise I wouldn't..."

Scott Smith smiled and said, "What is my identity?"

Bright Diaz was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said, "Mr.Smith, your information is not accessible in the national citizen system, but I know you must be an important person, so please be magnanimous and let me go this time."

Scott Smith frowned, a look of doubt appeared on his face, and he waved his hand and said to Bright Diaz: “Forget it, since you insist that it is a misunderstanding, then it has nothing to do with me. Can I leave now?”

Bright Diaz said: "Of course, Mr.Smith, you can leave anytime you want. I will send a car to take you there right away."

"No need, I'll take a taxi back by myself." After saying that, Scott Smith got down from the table and walked out.

Looking at Scott Smith's back, Bright Diaz secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It is said that it is easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away. Finally, he successfully sent this plague god away. He raised his hand and wiped the back of his neck, which was covered with a layer of greasy sweat.

The eight policemen lying sideways in the interrogation room were carried out and sent to the hospital. Bright Diaz, with a big belly, staggered back to the office. He had just taken a sip of the tea made by the new young female police officer and was thinking about when to get rid of this little bitch, when the door was suddenly pushed open...

"Chief, Mayor Russel is here!" the policeman who rushed in said in panic.

When Bright Diaz heard this, his face changed and he almost choked on a mouthful of tea.

After leaving the city center police station, Scott Smith did not take a taxi immediately. Instead, he found a secluded place to make a phone call to Eric Hayes, secretary of the Provincial People's Congress. As soon as the call was connected, Eric Hayes smiled and asked on the phone: "How is it, Scott Smith, have you come out of the police station?"

"Haha, yes, thank you ." Scott Smith said with a smile.

"Hey, why are you being so polite to me? If you hadn't helped me three years ago, my son would have died in Africa. You are our Hayes family's benefactor. If you need me in the future, feel free to ask."

Eric Hayes's son Wanda Hayes is also a soldier. He served in the Northeast Tiger Corps of the Military Region. Three years ago, he was ordered to escort a batch of supplies to Africa to help refugees. Unexpectedly, he was attacked by an African terrorist group on the way. The Northeast Tiger Corps were all elites, but they were no match for the tide of terrorists. Wanda Hayes and his comrades were eventually captured, and it was Scott Smith who led the Wolf Fang Corps to rescue him.

The Hayes family has been an official family for generations, with only one son in the family for three generations. Therefore, Scott Smith's kindness in saving Wanda Hayes is of utmost importance.

"here is one more thing I want to ask you. I just heard from Bright Diaz that my file information is not accessible in the national citizen system. I want to know what is going on. Can you help me check it out?"

"Okay, no problem. I'll arrange for someone to check it out and call you back as soon as I have any news."

"Thank you, Secretary ."

"You kid, why are you saying thank you again? From now on, I will call you uncle Hayes, Secretary Hayes."

"Haha, okay, uncle Hayes."

After hanging up the phone, Scott Smith looked at the time. It was almost ten o'clock. He took a taxi and headed back to the villa.

At this time, in a high-end club in the South District of Middle Land City, a man in his thirties was flirting with two fair-looking girls in a luxurious private room. He has a hooked nose and a large, ferocious scar on the left side of his face, and his face is calm and half-violent.

He is Max, one of the famous underworld leaders in South District, nicknamed Crazy Max. He is known for his vicious methods and is also a famous womanizer - he is a groom every day and changes his bride every night. , there are countless girls who have been raped by him, and most of them were forced, just like Mary Parker, whom Scott Smith saved before. If he hadn't taken action in time, she would have been poisoned by Crazy Max.

There was a knock on the door of the private room, and a subordinate with a sinister look came in. He was also full of murderous aura, and it was obvious that he had been fighting on the street for many years. He came to Crazy Max respectfully and reported, "Brother, the guy who attacked Bald Carter and the others last night has been found out. His name is Scott Smith. He just arrived in Middle Land City yesterday. He was also the one who sent Wanson Simons and his son andDavid Wood to the hospital this morning."

Crazy Max smiled coldly and said, "Haha, I told you, a young fool dared to attack my people. It turns out he is a newcomer. He is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. He even dared to hit Bright Diaz's own nephew. Let's not rush to deal with him. After Bright Diaz has dealt with him, you can bring people to bring him to me. I have to educate him personally and let him know the world of Middle Land City!"

Philip smiled sinisterly and said, "Okay, big brother!"

Two streets away from the club is the Phonix Bang bar. The door of the bar, which is bustling with people at night and full of lights and wine, is now deserted. Susan Davis, wearing a bright cheongsam, is sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of amber wine in her hand, which is gently swaying in the sunlight. The aroma of the wine slowly emanates. She gently closes her eyes, puts her nose close to the edge of the glass, and a look of intoxication appears on her face.

"What's going on over at Crazy Max?"

Susan Davis closed her eyes and asked in a light tone. Taos Nail stood opposite her, wearing a tight black vest that outlined his muscles perfectly, and said seriously, "Not yet."

Susan Davis smiled slightly and said, "Crazy Max is not someone who is willing to suffer in silence. Let's wait and see. You must send someone to keep a close eye on him secretly, and help him when necessary. By the way, have you checked the information of that boy? What did he do before? Does he have any dirty background?"

Taos Nail said: "I checked. His name is Scott Smith. He is a soldier who just retired. As for his previous information in the army, it is impossible to find it. He beat up two more people this morning. One is David Wood, the nephew of Bright Diaz, the chief of the downtown police station, and the other is Bald Carter, the butler under Crazy Max."

"oh?"

Susan Davis opened her eyes, a meaningful smile appeared on the corners of her lips, and she looked at Taos Nail and said, "Why is he so hot-tempered? Haha, either he is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, or he is just a skilled and courageous person... Taos Nail, tell me the truth, what do you think of that boy's skills?"

Taos Nail hesitated slightly, gritted his teeth and said: "I am no match for him."

Susan Davis asked again: "Which of the four kings under Crazy Max - tiger, leopard, wolf, and dog, are you sure to fight against?"

Taos Nail shook his head and sighed helplessly: "The chances of winning against the 'dog' are only 50-50, and there is no chance of winning against the other three."

"What about him?"

"who?"

Taos Nail hesitated for a moment, understood what Susan Davis meant, and said: “According to the strength he showed last night, there is absolutely no problem against the ‘wolf’, but as for the ‘tiger’ and ‘leopard’, it’s hard to say.”

Susan Davis stood up, took a sip of the wine in the glass, and the expression on her face instantly became cold and beautiful. She said, "This kid is definitely an opportunity for us. We must seize it. When our Phonix Bang also gathers the four great kings, we will no longer be afraid of Crazy Max. In the future, we can really raise our heads and straighten our backs in this area of South City!"

"Well, Sister Davis is right!" Taos Nail's eyes flickered, full of desire for the future. For a man, especially a man who has served in the army, it is really boring to live an adult life of enduring humiliation.

It was a sunny day, and the taxi stopped at the gate of Haichen Villa District. Scott Smith got out of the car, and the phone in his pocket rang. It was Eric Hayes calling. It was less than twenty minutes before and after, which showed that Eric Hayes must have done it himself just now.

"uncle Hayes, have you found out what happened?" Scott Smith asked with a smile on the phone.

"Alas, no." said Eric Hayes.

"oh?"

"I don't have the right to access your file information. You'd better call the military district and ask if they have done anything wrong."

"Okay, uncle Hayes."

After hanging up the phone, Scott Smith frowned. Originally, this was not a big deal, but after all this trouble, he found that even the provincial department could not access his file information, which was really too strange.

After a little hesitation, Scott Smith immediately called Steward . Steward , the number one commander of the Mohanland Military Region, was entertaining guests in the reception room on the second floor of his small red brick building. He sat down at the lower seat while the guests sat at the head seat, which was definitely rare. The phone in his pocket rang. When he saw that it was Scott Smith calling, Steward 's forehead immediately wrinkled with three black lines. He nodded and smiled at the white-haired old man at the head seat, saying, "Old commander, it's Scott Smith calling."

The old man, who was called the old chief, had a head full of silver hair and a kind smile on his face. He said, "Then take it."

"Um."

Steward pressed the answer button. As soon as he put the receiver to his ear, he heard Scott Smith's impatient voice: "Steward , did you tamper with my file information? Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Steward said, "Scott Smith, listen to me. You are an outstanding talent in our country, so the country is going to temporarily seal your file information. This is the intention of the upper level, and there is absolutely no malicious intent."

Steward paused for a moment, glanced at the elder in the first seat, and after getting his tacit approval, he continued, "The National Security Bureau may send someone to contact you soon, and then they will give you an important mission."

"What a bullshit mission! I won't do it. Steward, just tell the National Security Bureau that I, Scott Smith, have retired and don't want to be involved in national affairs anymore. Don't let them come looking for me. It's useless to look for me. If they dare to play dirty tricks on me, don't blame me for being ruthless. I will kill them one by one!"

Beep, beep, beep…

There was a dead tone on the phone.Steward hung up the phone, looked at the old man awkwardly, and said, "Old Chief, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. Scott Smith is just like this. He has the same temper as the wild wolf in Mohanland."

The old man smiled and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Well, this is the offspring of my Wood family... God has been really kind to me, and allowed me to find this grandson before I died, and he is such a rare figure. I finally don't have to worry about the Wood family having no successors a hundred years from now, hahahaha! Samson, go prepare a table of wine, I want to drink today!"

Steward said in embarrassment: "Old Chief, but your health..."

The old man laughed heartily and said, "It's okay. You won't die if you have a good drink every now and then. Haha!"