My American magical life
Chapter 610 - 610 103 Achilles Likes to Eat People Scores Twice Big Fire!

610: Chapter 103: Achilles Likes to Eat People, Scores Twice, Big Fire!

610: Chapter 103: Achilles Likes to Eat People, Scores Twice, Big Fire!

Over a week ago, Columbia Special District.

The headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Investigation is located here, and from the outside, it looks like a fortress.

In fact, it indeed is one.

As one of the largest law enforcement agencies in the world, the FBI falls under the United States Department of Justice and wields tremendous power within America.

Compared to the global rabble-rousing CIA, the FBI is more akin to a combination of the National Security Agency and the Ministry of Public Security, functioning as a direct administrative department.

It has certain counter-espionage capabilities while also exercising law enforcement power within America.

Of course, just as American movies and TV shows depict, the FBI also participates in criminal investigations.

This includes enforcing laws against drug trafficking, smuggling, and to some extent, regulatory powers.

As a federal nation, state police in different American states are not accountable to Washington; instead, they fear the FBI.

In other words, this department directly oversees Chief Glu.

That day, the assistant director of the FBI, Hutter, received a visit from a special informant in his office—the director of the FBI’s Jefferson City office in Missouri, Steven.

Achilles’ actions were like thunder—he couldn’t lay a hand on Mi’er as her brother.

So, even if Mi’er provoked him in all sorts of ways and did sneaky things behind his back, he could only endure it.

But as the heir to the Caramakris Family, his influence in Missouri was far greater than Mi’er’s.

He intended to clip Temir’s wings!

Therefore, the director of the FBI’s Missouri office personally came to the Columbia Special District and met with Assistant Director Hutter.

“Steven, long time no see, haha, Missouri is not far from here, but you only come to see me once in a few years, and it’s never for anything good.

Out with it,” Hutter said.

Hutter personally poured Steven a cup of coffee.

They were old classmates.

“Buddy, I’ve got some good news today.

The owner of the Montauk Beach holiday villas in Missouri gave me two villas.

You know, I can’t use them all by myself, so I hope you can help me with that burden,” said Steven.

Steven’s words unsettled Hutter.

The difficulty and rewards of handling matters in America are often closely related; giving away a villa was no small gesture, and Hutter felt apprehensive.

“Steven, start by telling me what happened,” Hutter said.

“There’s a gang in Saint Rodu, did you know?”

“Buddy, new gangs spring up in America every day.

It’s quite normal.”

“But what if I told you that the entire gang is made up of cops, wouldn’t that be abnormal?”

Hutter shrugged and replied.

“Work pressure is high, and the officers need emotional support.

There are many white-collar gangs in America; there’s nothing peculiar about that.”

Steven stopped talking.

He took out the statistics on Saint Rodu’s security situation he had prepared and handed them to Hutter.

“The number of violent cases is normal, but the number of ordinary cases in Saint Rodu has exploded over the years.

Moreover, the proportion of black offenders involved is almost the same as the national data.

Hutter, don’t tell me you don’t understand what this means.”

Looking at the data Steven brought, Hutter smirked.

“Alright, there might be a bit of an issue, they want to make a quick buck, or perhaps improve the security situation a little, but this is a California issue.

What does it have to do with you, a man from Missouri?”

He wasn’t keen to get involved.

It was a matter completely unrelated to him, and Steven’s intense interest in it definitely indicated an underlying problem.

“It’s related to the villas.

Since you’re not busy, send a few people to Saint Rodu to take a look, and the villas are yours.”

The terms were too generous.

Hutter asked in disbelief.

“Just to take a look?”

Steven nodded to his old classmate with a smile.

“Just to take a look.

After all, I’m from Missouri.

It’s not appropriate for me to send people over there; I’m just borrowing your name this time.

We may not be quite like the CIA, but the FBI is still one of the highest law enforcement agencies in America.

It should be enough to give them a scare.”

Hutter was still pondering when he saw Steven wasn’t taking his generous offer, he sighed inwardly.

His old classmate was indeed impressive.

How else would he have become the assistant director?

“That holiday villa owner has business in Saint Rodu, and he’s having a hard time with the locals there.

And you know, Saint Rodu’s police chief is also from California.

So, he wanted my intervention.

I recommended you.

Hutter, even if we can’t pull this off, the two villas are still ours.

He’s just a smalltime owner with little backing, why else would he think to ask us to find him a ‘stage’?”

“Hahaha, wait a second, when I’m off work, come over for a drink at my place, how about that?”

“I’ll pass, I still have to meet that old geezer, mainly to get those villas for you.”

“Steven oh Steven, to think you’d give away a house for such a small matter.

Don’t you consider me a friend anymore?”

“Ah~ we’re friends, that’s why I thought of you!”

“Hahahahaha.”

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Right now, that old geezer Steven was talking about was waiting for Steven’s report in his multi-million dollar mansion by Lake Washington!

Lake Washington is the second largest lake in Washington State, whose lakeside villa community draws political celebrities from Washington Columbia Special District, business elites, and top-notch millionaires from various states.

Even the richest man Gates has a mansion here.

Achilles’ place wasn’t the best, but it was still worth eighty million Dollars, the kind of place where buying one house is like acquiring an entire neighborhood.