My American magical life
Chapter 1151: 153: "You're lying to Wolf again, hahaha.

Chapter 1151: Chapter 153: “You’re lying to Wolf again, hahaha.

Heaven may or may not have a God, Nanxi’s words don’t count.

At least for now, Will is actually hoping for a God to watch over him and pull him out of this torturous prison.

However, praying to God, Will chose the wrong entity. For the sins he’s committed, even three rounds through the eighteen levels of Hell wouldn’t be enough punishment. How could God possibly save him?

But, even if God won’t save Will, he still has his brother.

On the other end, Niusen pushed Javier to kickstart an investigation into the United States Correction Company, and soon after, Hutter personally arrived at the safe house where Will was held.

“A piece of good news, and then another piece of even better news, which do you want to hear first?”

Director Hutter walked into the room holding Will with a smile, his attitude friendly as if visiting an old friend.

But Will obviously wouldn’t let his guard down easily. Though he hadn’t encountered any coercive interrogation methods, he knows how dark the investigation bureau can be.

Black Satan often used the bureau’s power to restrain Nanxi, and in interactions with the Councilman’s son, Will gained deep insight into the bureau’s might.

“If it’s good news, you can just tell me, but no matter what you say, I won’t confess to your accusations!”

In Hutter’s eyes, Will’s determination was laughable.

Come on, dude, who do you think you are?

If it weren’t for your brother, you’d probably be gone by now!

“Hahaha, Will, have you ever heard the saying—those who wrongly accuse you know better how wronged you are, hahahaha.”

The amused Director first mocked Will, then said.

“Your brother reached an agreement with Chan, if nothing unexpected happens, you might leave here safely.”

Will finally felt relieved and eagerly asked.

“The other better piece of news?”

Hutter laughed ambiguously, gesturing his men to present the prepared confession document to Will.

“I helped prevent unexpected factors—once you sign this confession document, all accidents won’t happen.

Specifically, once you sign, as soon as the pen is lifted, you can leave immediately~”

Hutter’s demonic whisper made Will’s hand recoil as if shocked when reaching for the document.

After a brief shock, he quickly shouted.

“I want to contact my brother; he and Chan definitely wouldn’t discuss something like this!”

Will’s thoughts were simple. If Niusen and Chan reached some sort of compromise, then his matters were insignificant details; with Cheng’s tactics, there’s no way small moves would be made on this issue.

Niusen: Cheng wouldn’t, he plays openly, but his subordinates would!

Gru: Yes, not only can they, but they also have no limits!

The Deputy Director shook his head, Shabi is Shabi.

“When did I say it was discussed by them?

Those big figures, for the sake of so-called ideals, so-called principles, use you and me as tools.

When you’re useful, you’re valued, but can you ensure you’re always useful?

According to my investigation, your brother isn’t saving you because you’re his brother, nor because of your charges.

In their eyes, there’s no family bond, their status doesn’t fear so-called scandal.

He’s saving you simply for money!”

Slamming the confession document onto the table, Hutter coldly stated.

“Will, let me be straight, if you don’t sign, I don’t care, but those who arrested you won’t rest assured.

I might allow you to leave this safe house alive, but can you leave Washington D.C. alive, or rather, make it back to San Francisco alive?”

The ‘subordinates’ unease is just an excuse.

Hutter isn’t a fool; Cheng and Niusen reached an agreement, but he’s on the frontline, so how could he not leave some back-up for himself?

With the Deputy Director’s implication, Hutter’s men immediately reached for their waists, angrily glaring at Will, the intention clear.

No matter how stupid Will is, he’s been navigating the dangerous world of power for a long time; how could he not understand what this confession agreement truly means?

Clenching his teeth, he picked up the damned document, and its contents held him for a long time.

“I didn’t know I committed so many crimes, Hutter, you should know that even if I sign, it won’t have legal validity.”

The Deputy Director smiled, saying.

“Do you think we didn’t investigate anything? Fine, sign it, when needed, witnesses and evidence will be supplemented—I hope that day won’t come, we can become friends, can’t we?”

Will paused for a moment and then resignedly picked up the pen.

Under the roof!

“Okay, tidy up a bit. Tonight, Schumer is flying to San Francisco to meet your brother; you can hitch a ride on the Senator’s executive jet—but as you look now, might frighten Mr. Schumer.”

Putting away the document, Hutter reminded the bearded Will.

“Schumer? Meeting my brother?”

The Democratic Party’s East Coast number three goat (the main goat is Black Satan, the vice goat is the Zipper King couple) flying to San Rodolfo to meet California Clique’s Niusen, sounds outrageous—can’t they just make a phone call?

Or is there something that can’t be discussed over the phone?

“Yeah, during these ten days of your rest here, there’s been a tumult outside, word is, your aunt might have gone crazy, be wary of her.”

The Deputy Director finds enjoyment in watching the Democratic Party’s hysterical frenzy, yet being able to do nothing.

Everyone had already gone to extremes within the rules, yet Cheng and his backers in the California Elephant Party have not fallen behind.

Is it luck?