Chapter 463: Arresting People

"Boss, it's not time to take action now. Let us deal with this bug later." Captain Roger Hanks whispered.

Zhao Dong nodded, stopped moving, turned around and walked out.

After scanning the extremely chaotic stadium, not only the field, but also some radical fans in the stands began to clash. If this fight continues and causes a commotion, tonight may be a disaster.

"Okay, don't fight!" He knocked over the nearest Giants defender with one punch, then raised his arms and shouted.

"Go and help, separate them, and if necessary, use violent means to stop these damn violent elements."

After that, he directed his bodyguards to help the security personnel maintain order.

"No more fighting, okay?"

shouted a bouncer running up to a Giants player.

The opponent ignored him and continued to grapple with a Jets player.

"Bang!"

The bodyguard went up and kicked the Giants player cleanly, successfully preventing the opponent's violent behavior.

With Zhao Dong's help, this large fight finally calmed down.

More than twenty or thirty Giants players and coaches fell down with the "help" of his bodyguards.

"That's not fair! There are so many of you!"

Giants head coach Tom Coughlin roared angrily and yelled at Zhao Dong again: "Tyrannosaurus, you ordered the bodyguards to come on to help you fight. The league will not let you go. We will definitely appeal."

"Who said they are my bodyguards? They are the official security personnel of the New York Jets." Zhao Dong said coldly.

He and Lindsay are not stupid, Lindsay has already arranged it, and all of his bodyguards have the status of official security personnel of the team.

Now that his bodyguard stopped the fight, not only could the Alliance not pursue him, but he had to reward him.

"you……"

Tom Coughlin was furious when he heard this, you rich people are so shameless!

After a fight,

The Giants injured sixteen or seventeen players, plus six or seven coaches and trainers.

The No. 12 cornerback and the Panther were half dead and were carried off to be taken directly to the hospital.

"stop!"

But the Panthers' stretcher was stopped in the tunnel by a group of police officers.

"Gentlemen……"

The leading sergeant showed the identification of several Giants executives present, as well as the arrest warrant issued by the district attorney for the Panthers.

"Be accommodating, he is seriously injured now, we have to send him to the hospital." Several managers were stunned, and general manager John Stickman hurriedly said after reacting.

"Of course."

The sergeant smiled and nodded, then took out the handcuffs and handcuffed the right hand of Hei Peng, who had fallen into coma, to the stretcher.

John Stickman twitched his face and waved his hand, signaling the staff and nurses to go to the hospital quickly.

"Pike, take three people and follow them." the Sheriff ordered.

Seeing that the police had left more than half of the people behind, John Stickman's face turned half pale, and he frowned and asked, "Mr. Sheriff, do you still have something to do?"

The police chief said with a smile: "Of course, I also have an arrest warrant here."

"It's over, it's over for the Giants!"

Looking at the arrest warrant raised by the police chief and seeing the name on it, general manager John Stickman's mood instantly hit rock bottom.

The name on that is Reno Luhr, one of the Giants' two star players.

"let's go."

After calming down, he left the passage with several management personnel.

"Sir, Lawrence Taylor was arrested not long ago, and today we are arresting the Black and White Panthers again. Is someone targeting our Giants?"

While walking, a department head suddenly asked.

John Stickman was startled, stopped and turned to stare at the supervisor, "What did you find?"

The director quickly said: "I just looked at the two arrest warrants. There are no special charges. I bet that at least 80% of the players in this league have done the things the three of them did. .”

"Who do you suspect?"

John Stickman nodded thoughtfully and motioned for the supervisor to continue.

The supervisor said hesitantly: "Maybe... a jet?"

"That's not the case."

"It will never be the Jets. If it were them, there would be no room for them in this league."

Several people immediately objected, and for good reason.

The director said awkwardly: "I just doubt it. The Jets have purged at least half of their players this season, and they are all guys with racial discrimination."

At this point, he said no more.

In fact, he really wanted to say that he suspected that the targets were Zhao Dong and Lindsay, but he didn't dare to say it for fear of getting into trouble.

As a manager who uses his brain to do things, he still has sense and knows that anyone in this country can be offended, and he can even point at the president's nose and curse, but he must not offend the Wall Street giants, otherwise he will die without knowing it. It is possible for the American police to kill him.

The other managers were not stupid, and they all came to their senses after thinking about it for a moment.

Both the long-retired team star Lawrence Taylor and the Black and White Leopards have publicly made racist remarks against Zhao Dong, and their words were quite fierce.

"In the future, when we trade players, do we have to be selective like the Jets? Otherwise..."

"Impossible. Of the more than a thousand players in the league, how many are not racist?"

"Damn it, he shouldn't have come to the NFL. There's no way to get rid of those things here. If he wants to arrest people, there won't be many left in the entire league."

"Yes, he should learn to adapt to our environment instead of using this method."

"It's okay to control players' interviews with the media and prohibit them from making those remarks publicly."

"What about the Black and White Panthers? Without them, our Giants team is doomed!"

"Prepare the lawsuit and try to fight for innocence."

"Is it possible? Mrs. Lindsay's legal team has dozens of barristers. She can influence countless state legislators, congressmen, and world-class conglomerates. How can she fight with her?"

"We can communicate with the league officials. We can't let this happen forever, otherwise the entire league will be ruined."

"good idea!"

While the Giants front office was in disarray, the game continued.

However, because the Giants injured too many people, the scene was one-sided, and the Jets finally won a big victory.

After being injured more than a dozen times and losing again, the Jets players were very depressed and walked to the locker room cursing fiercely.

But at the entrance, they were stopped by several policemen.

"Reynolds Ruhl?"

The police sergeant led someone to stand in front of Reynolds Ruhl. He put one hand on the pistol on his waist, shook the arrest warrant in his hand with the other, and asked coldly.

"I am."

Reynolds Ruhl's heart beat faster.

"Arrests."

The sergeant tilted his head and motioned for one of his men to come up.

"Put your hands behind your head, get down, get down!"

The policeman directly drew his gun and pointed it at Ruel, and shouted sharply as he approached.

"What are you doing?"

Several players acted impulsively to prevent the police from arresting people.

"Back off!"

The sergeant and several of his men did not hesitate. They all pulled out their pistols, cocked them directly, and pointed them at the players.

"Don't be impulsive, everyone stand down!"

Several managers who returned to the player tunnel immediately shouted.

At this time, Reynolds Ruhl was pushed to the ground by several police officers. A white police officer knelt directly on his neck, and another police officer knelt on his back and began to handcuff him behind his back.

"Let me go, I can't breathe!" Reynolds Ruhl struggled.

"Shut up!"

But the white police officer kneeling on Reynolds Ruhl's neck ignored him and instead put more force on his legs to hold him still.

He didn't dare to be careless. This was a task assigned by his superiors. He had to bring the person back to the police station, so even if Reynolds Ruhl was a white man, he would show no mercy.

Fortunately, when Reynolds Ruhl was about to suffocate, the handcuffs were put on and he was pulled up. This was also his treatment as a white man. Otherwise, as a Black Panther, he would probably have to continue to be kneeled down until he was completely unable to do so. until you breathe.

An hour later, the two teams held a post-match press conference.

"Tyrannosaurus, a black and white leopard were arrested by the police. Do you have any comment on this?" A reporter asked from the jet side.

"Did they do anything bad? If not, then I wish them good things and maybe they will be free soon."

Zhao Dong smiled.

"Tyrannosaurus, Black Panther and the others were seriously injured. Did you beat them?" a reporter asked.

"Did you see it?" Zhao Dong asked.

"Of course not. Your bodyguard blocks all views." The reporter said coldly.

"You are slandering me. My legal team will send you to the dock. Congratulations." Zhao Dong also said coldly.

"You? I'm a reporter, this is my job." The reporter said in shock and anger.

"Your job is not to spread rumors and slander, but to report news based on facts." Zhao Dong said.

"Okay then, I take back my question and apologize to you." The reporter said helplessly.

"If an apology is useful, why do you need the law? So you still have to go to the dock. In addition, let me tell you one more thing. You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. If you talk nonsense, you will get into trouble." Zhao Dong sneered. .

"Tyrannosaurus, don't bully me too much." The reporter's face turned black with anger.

"Am I bullying you? If I really want to bully you, you will be a hundred times worse than this." Zhao Dong said coldly.

The reporter was so angry that he almost had a stroke, but there was nothing he could do about Zhao Dong.

"Tyrannosaurus, what do you think about violence such as fights on the field?" the next reporter asked.

Zhao Dongyi said sternly: "I am opposed to violence on the field, and I have been pursuing the goal of building the New York Jets into another New York gentlemen's team.

You also saw that in the big fight tonight, I led a group of security personnel to work hard to prevent the fight from continuing. Our Jets will become a non-violent model for the entire league..."

The reporters below were getting more and more embarrassed, and they all said to themselves, Tyrannosaurus, you and your men injured more than a dozen players of the other team, and even the coaches were injured so many. How can you talk about being a model of non-violence? Don’t you think so? Awkward?

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