A Bumpy Road to Power

If humiliating Ulysses Gomez earlier was to establish authority,

then the mockery directed at Dirk Carter now also indirectly proves Garrison Summers' madness.

From childhood, he lived in his father's shadow.

Now, he finally has the chance to stand at the top.

He doesn't care about anyone anymore.

Of course, that includes Dirk Carter.

"Secretary General Carter, do you still want to arrest me now?"

After laughing, Garrison Summers asked Dirk Carter.

One would think that seeing such a Garrison Summers, Dirk Carter would be intimidated.

But he wasn't.

He shook his head and said: "It's not that I want to arrest you, I definitely will arrest you."

"Hahaha..."

Another bout of maniacal laughter.

Garrison Summers pointed at his own face and asked, "Just you? Arrest me? Do you have the ability?"

"You can try."

Dirk Carter said lightly.

Garrison Summers pounded his chest.

He said: "Alright, since Secretary General Carter wants to try, then let's try. Brothers, let Secretary General Carter see our display."

At his command,

from behind the leader's curtain,

dozens of people emerged,

surrounding Dirk Carter and his companion impenetrably.

That's not all.

The entrance to the mourning hall was also filled with Garrison Summers' people,

a dark mass, at least a hundred people.

"Secretary General Carter, do you dare to touch me knowing how many people I have? Come on, I'm standing right here. If you touch even a hair on me, I'll flip the table in Helios County. I'd like to see how you explain this to those above."

Garrison Summers said arrogantly.

Dirk Carter looked around,

smiling as he said: "Yes, indeed there are quite a lot of people, but it's just as well, it makes it convenient for me to catch them all at once."

"Catch them all at once? With whom? With just the two of you? Hahaha... Secretary General Carter, don't make me laugh. Even if you mobilize the entire county police department, you might not be able to catch my people. I, Garrison Summers, am the current Photosynthesis King. Who the hell are you, a mere County Committee, to challenge me? Are you looking to die?"

The situation developed to this point.

Garrison Summers has shown his cards entirely.

He wanted to tell Dirk Carter he doesn't regard him as anything.

Dirk Carter smiled slightly.

He said: "If your father were still around, it might still be quite difficult to completely change the situation. Unfortunately, my luck has been really good, he inexplicably died, saving me a lot of trouble. Dealing with you, it's as simple as pie, because you're brainless. Now I finally know why your father never thought much of you."

This remark struck Garrison Summers' soft spot.

He grabbed Dirk Carter by the collar,

yelling: "Dirk Carter, do you really think I wouldn't dare to touch you? If I dared to kill Brett Summers, I'd dare to kill you too."

"Oh please, who are you trying to fool? Everyone here knows Brett Summers drowned due to his own accident. You say you killed him, and it's you who did it? What an act?"

Dirk Carter snorted coldly and said.

"I was the one who killed him!"

Garrison Summers yelled in anger.

He released Dirk Carter, dragging out a burly man from the crowd.

Then asked, "Come, tell him who killed Brett Summers?"

"It... it was you, Brother Garrison."

The subordinate stammered.

Garrison Summers was still not satisfied.

He pulled another person out, asking: "Come on, tell him who killed Brett Summers."

"It... it was you, Brother Garrison."

The boy said shiveringly.

Boastfully,

he returned to face Dirk Carter, saying: "Now you know, I was the one who killed Brett Summers!"

Dirk Carter glanced at him disdainfully.

He said: "They're all your subordinates, you randomly pull a few out, of course, they're going to vouch for you. Putting on such an act is meaningful? Just you? Would dare kill your old man?"

"Argh..."

Garrison Summers roared wildly.

As if enchanted,

he shouted: "I not only killed Brett Summers, but Louisa Wagner was also killed by me. Her body is buried under Kenwick Bridge right now. If you don't believe me, take people to dig it up and see."

As soon as he said that,

Dirk Carter's face darkened.

He turned to Arlo Yarbrough and asked: "Did you get it all on tape?"

Arlo Yarbrough patted his satchel and said: "Don't worry, it's all recorded, the evidence is solid, denial is impossible now."

"What do you mean?"

Garrison Summers asked.

Dirk Carter smiled slightly.

He said: "I called you an idiot, and you truly are an idiot. We didn't have any evidence of your crimes before, now it's perfect, you've confessed to it all, makes things much easier..."

"Hahaha, so what if it's recorded? Everyone here is my man. Could you even get the evidence out? Dirk Carter! You're the fool!"

Garrison Summers roared.

Dirk Carter shook his head.

He sighed and said: "For your sake, I went to ask Mr. Fang for help, now I owe him a favor, truly a headache."

"Mr. Fang? What Mr. Fang?"

Garrison Summers asked.

Just as he spoke,

sirens blared from outside.

The entire area surrounding the building was instantly encircled by police cars.

Garrison Summers probably has never seen so many police cars in his life.

Fully armed police officers, and armed police got off the vehicles, swiftly creating a perimeter around the building.

And that's not all.

On the rooftop,

dozens of armed officers descended.

Every thoroughfare, stairwell, back door, elevator entrance was blocked immediately.

"Don't move, squat down with your hands on your heads!"

Voices of reprimand echoed.

Garrison Summers' hundreds had never witnessed such a scene before.

One by one, they obediently squatted down.

Some were trembling with fear.

With the situation suddenly changed,

Garrison Summers' first reaction was to make a run for it.

He pushed a man standing nearby to the mourning police coming up.

He tried to run behind the sacrificial table.

He thought he could escape.

But unexpectedly, a leg stretched out from behind the table, kicking him hard in the stomach.

He flew out, landing hard on his butt.

When he came to his senses,

seeing the face in front of him, he was stunned.

"Hawk... Hawkeye, you're... aren't you dead?"

Indeed,

the one who subdued him was Hawkeye.

Hawkeye glanced unemotionally at Brett Summers in the coffin.

Took a long, deep breath,

and lifted Garrison Summers off the ground.

He held his collar and pressed his neck, making his face look at Brett Summers.

"Do you know why Brother Summers never wanted you to succeed him?"

Hawkeye asked.

Garrison Summers sneered and said: "Why else? He definitely looked down on me. In his eyes, I was never his son. He deserved to die, it served him right."

Hawkeye paused.

He said: "Brother Summers said, the business he's in is bound for hell someday, people will come to take care of him, and he'll eventually face justice. He didn't want you to repeat his mistakes, follow his path..."

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