"I@#￥%..."

Screams, cries, scoldings, and curses came and went.

Many people among the demonstrators were injured.

More people gathered and some rescued people to help the injured.

There were angry crowds surrounding the car, ready to give the driver a hard lesson.

Several young black men were particularly angry because the organizer of the demonstration was also hit by a car. In their view, this was probably a malicious injury by the police or a white organization to stop the demonstration.

One of the angry black youths opened the cab door forcefully, preparing to pull out the driver and beat him up.

However, when he opened the door, he was stunned.

The driver of the car was actually a little boy of about ten years old. His small body was sitting in the cab, his head just beyond the sight of the windshield.

"Fuck!" The driver turned out to be a young black boy.

This group of angry black youths suddenly felt as if they had punched cotton.

But the black youth still rescued the little black boy from the car and pushed him to the ground.

"Woooo..." At this moment, a cry came from the back seat of the car.

I saw a six or seven-year-old little girl sitting in the back row, crying loudly, "Brother, I'm afraid, don't hit my brother."

I want my mother..."

Not long after, several police cars drove over. The heavily armed police officers got out of the cars and tried to control the situation at the scene.

Although there were many people demonstrating, no one dared to confront the police with guns.

Once there is a conflict between the two parties and you injure lapd, you are doomed.

Lapd felt threatened and had a reason to shoot, so he would never relent.

The demonstrators stepped aside and lapd took over the scene.

An ambulance also came over to rescue the injured.

…

A black Mercedes-Benz G500 is driving on the road.

Luke was driving in the cab, and Xiao Hei was sitting in the passenger seat in a daze, sighing from time to time.

Luke glanced at him, "Don't you have something to tell me? What is it?"

"Last night, Pari came to me and wanted my forgiveness. Isn't it ridiculous?"

"She is very popular now, and her popularity has soared. I heard that many TV stations are poaching her."

"Hearing what you said, I suddenly don't feel so guilty anymore."

Luke smiled, "You don't have to feel guilty, not all reporters care about the authenticity of the news.

For some journalists, as long as the news has selling points and is popular, they can obtain sufficient benefits.

Pari is a smart woman and will not suffer any loss."

"I have made up my mind to break up with her.

Now that I have figured it out, I am not so sad anymore. What I am depressed about now is how to face Julian.

She is the real trouble."

"You should talk to her. Maybe she really just gained weight, so wouldn't the worries and worries you have been having these days be ridiculous.

Besides, if Julian is really pregnant, can you still hide from him for the rest of your life?

If you take the initiative to communicate with her, it will be much better than appearing on the Mori Show in the future."

"Don't mention this show again, I hate this show."

"You used to like it very much. You said it was one of your favorite programs."

"That's right, I used to enjoy watching other people..."

Xiao Hei sighed and pointed to the front of the car, "Oh, there seems to be something going on in front. Is there someone demonstrating and blocking the road?"

Luke drove a little further and found a large number of police cars and ambulances. It seemed that someone among the demonstrators was injured.

Luke didn't have a good impression of these demonstrators, but he had always paid more attention to these demonstrators, because these people came for George, and George was the suspect they were investigating.

Luke got out of the car, flashed his badge, and asked a patrol officer, "What's going on here?"

A black patrolman waved and pointed forward, "A black Buick car crashed into the crowd of demonstrators. At least a dozen people were injured on the scene, and one poor guy's leg was broken and it was twisted and deformed."

The Buick car attacked the demonstrators, which was probably related to George. Luke asked, "Where is the driver of the car?"

The black patrolman looked strange and pointed at a police car and said, "In the back of the police car is a ten-year-old black boy."

Xiao Hei thought he heard wrongly, "You said the suspect who hit someone with his car was a ten-year-old child?"

The black patrolman said, "Yes, if this were not the case, he would have been killed by the angry demonstrators."

"Do you know his identity?"

"I don't know, he also has a younger sister with him.

Both seemed frightened and refused to say anything. The little boy kept saying he was sorry, and the little girl kept saying she wanted to find her mother."

Luke nodded, walked to the back of the police car, and through the car window, he saw two black children, a boy and a girl. The boy was about ten years old, and the girl looked to be only six or seven years old.

After seeing the appearance of these two children, Luke immediately recognized them. They were the children of the female nurse who assassinated George, and they were also the children of the wanted suspect Jamie Brady.

Peck.

Martha.

Luke couldn't help but have doubts in his mind.

Weren't these two children taken away by Jamie Brady? Why are they here?

Where is Jamie Brady?

Why did they drive into the demonstrators?

Luke opened the car door and said in a kind tone, "Peck, Martha, are you okay?"

The little black boy hugged his sister and leaned back, "Do you know us?"

"I'm your mother's friend. She's a good nurse."

The little black girl cried and choked, "I miss my mother, can you take us to find her?"

"Of course, I can help you contact Maria.

But before that, you have to explain clearly what happened?"

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In the morning, I took my child to the hospital for medical treatment.

Sorry for the late update.

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