"Yes. That's true." Rogers said: "They made us miserable. Especially one of my friends. My friend is not a good person. He usually looks like a gangster. But he looks down on human trafficking the most." Rogers said excitedly, "Do you know who they are selling? Children, boys and girls. These damn bastards do the best things in the world, but they all have power and power. They are not as good as my friends who are on the streets and often locked up in the police station!"

"What?" Pitt asked calmly.

"Then?" Rogers sighed and said, "My friend found a lot of evidence. At that time, they hid their so-called goods in a warehouse in the suburbs. My friend took a lot of photos and videos as I asked. It was because of these that he was killed." He pointed to his chest and said, "I was shot three times in the chest and died on the sofa at home. But do you know how the report on his death was written? Suicide." As he said, he laughed a few times and said, "What kind of person can come up with such a stupid report? Can suicide? Can he actually shoot himself three times?!"

Pete looked at Rogers and said, "What does this have to do with your black money?"

"It's a hush money. They knew my policeman's identity. Tell me to shut up, stop asking around, and stop caring about things that shouldn't be concerned about." Rogers shrugged and said, "I didn't plan to agree because they killed my friend. But they said that it was just a misunderstanding and they could compensate for it. If I still plan to continue, then the bad luck may be them in the end, but there must be me, including my friends and even their family."

"You compromised? Have you taken the money?" asked Pete.

"I gave all the money to my friends. I let them run away." Rogers sighed and said, "But after I took the money, I was fired soon. That's it."

Pete thought for a moment and said, "Your description is very rough, and there are many unclear aspects. But there are two points that are obvious. First, you gave all the money to your friends in society. What should you do yourself? Second, why didn't they kill you directly? Since you can kill that friend of yours, why don't you attack you?"

Rogers smiled bitterly and said, "In contrast, my friends are less guaranteed. And I was at least a policeman at the time, right? Even if it wasn't, it was still easy for me to find a job. In addition, it was your second question. They had thought about killing me, but in fact, in my opinion, they should be willing to do that. But they should be worried that I would keep a hand."

"Leave a hand?" Pete asked in confusion, "What does it mean?"

"That's..." Rogers seemed very unhappy when he said this. After thinking about it, he said: "They were afraid that I would back up the evidence. They were worried that if I killed me, the evidence would be made public immediately."

"Do you have that?" asked Pete.

"No." Rogers understood and denied: "I don't. They are guilty. You have to know one thing, that is, the people behind the scenes who have something to do with them are social elites and celebrities in the upper class. You should be able to think of what they do with these children. Once exposed, what is waiting for them is to be ruined. They can't afford such a price, they can't afford it at all. So they would rather believe that I have it than bet that I don't have it and attack me. In addition, I am a policeman after all, and in this matter, I am not the only policeman in this matter. If I am killed, what will the other policemen think? People are the most dangerous when they feel insecure."

Pi Te nodded and said, "But you were fired later. What's going on?"

Rogers sighed and said, "They are still guilty. They should think that having a policeman like me will be a problem in the end. Telling me to get out of here, no longer a policeman, will make them safer. Of course, it may also be convenient for them to find an opportunity to attack me one day."

"In Helmet, they won't have a chance." Pete said: "This may also be an important reason why you came to Helmet and although you were not successful, you still stayed in Helmet, right?"

Rogers looked at Pete, then curled his lips and admitted, "Yes. There are indeed considerations in this regard."

"Your choice is good," said Pitt. "Helmet is not an ordinary police station and it is not so easy to bully."

Rogers smiled and said, "It's true."

"There is one thing I have to remind you that what you said is best true. Because since I meet you here, you are the person I expect to enter. For this reason, I have to guarantee that you and others like you must be honest and reliable. So I will investigate everything you just said one by one. I can't rely on such an vague piece of information to let you pass. Do you understand what I mean?" asked Pete.

"I understand." Rogers seemed more confident at this moment, and he said, "My experience can be investigated completely, and I can even provide a detailed self-report. There will be no problems in this regard."

"Very good." Pete said: "I want to see your so-called self-report as soon as possible. Try to be as detailed." As he said that, he looked at Rogers' leg and pointed at his leg and said: "I was injured. The information says that when you were on the third floor, you participated in an operation. During that operation, you exposed it in advance, alarming the target you were originally going to catch. During the arrest, you were shot in your leg, and the bullet penetrated the knee of your left leg, and another shot hit your right belly. You lie on the bed for a long time. I want to know if these injuries are now a big impact? Because when I saw you come in, your left leg was a little less natural."

"Yes." Rogers admitted: "It's not just that I lie down for a long time, but I used a crutch for a while, and after recovering, I was transferred directly from the third floor." After saying that, he sighed heavily with frustration, "I'm like a poor man who was placed in a department that can support my elderly care."

"I want to know, does this have a big impact on you?" Pete seemed not concerned about his lost mood and pointed directly at his left leg and said, "If it affects your life and work efficiency, I advise you to stay in your current position until you retire."

"No." Rogers immediately said, "These injuries do not affect at all. You are the supervision department, not the second floor operation team, right? I shouldn't have to wear a gun, a tactical vest and a bulletproof vest, or a steel helmet, right? What you need should be someone with reconnaissance experience and can use your brain, right? And I think I'm not only fine with these, but also very good at it."

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