Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1167 1167: Jackson's Sorrow

"Police, drop your weapon, hands up." The police rushed forward, warily watching Jackson. The leader raised his pistol, while others held batons and handcuffs, as if facing a formidable enemy. More officers spread out to enforce security, preventing onlookers from approaching.

Jackson didn't move, coldly watching the police. His rationality slowly returned, and he dropped the brick he had picked up, spreading his hands to show he ant no harm. He glanced at the driver in the car, unable to understand the police due to the language barrier. The driver was too frightened to leave the vehicle.

At this mont, Little Dao ca up angrily and said, "They hit soone and injured my friend. Everyone here can confirm. Officers, you must get justice for us. So what if they're a foreigner? Hitting people is a cri regardless, isn't it, everyone?"

"Yes." Most of the crowd consisted of Little Dao's people, and uninford bystanders chid in, united against a common enemy, glaring at Jackson with eyes full of anger.

Jackson imdiately realized he had been set up, but with the language barrier, he couldn't communicate and could only wait. The lead officer knew Little Dao and so inside information, taking advantage of the situation, shouted, "Call an ambulance, docunt the scene, set up a cordon and secure the area."

"Yes." The police quickly sprang into action.

Little Dao's subordinates cooperated to take statents, while so uninford bystanders joined the commotion, making the scene quite lively. At this mont, people from the Sam Embassy arrived, seeing the scene, their faces turned pale. One person quickly approached Jackson to ask a few questions. Jackson recounted what he had seen. The embassy staff's head started to ache. Speaking in Huaxia, he sternly said to the lead officer, "Captain, our diplomatic staff and official car have been attacked. We hope you provide us with a reasonable explanation soon, or you'll be responsible for the consequences."

"Screw your consequences!" Little Dao shouted angrily, rushing up to kick, sending the embassy staff flying away, unable to resist the blow.

Seeing Little Dao hitting his own people, Jackson's blood boiled, and he charged forward like a fierce tiger, kicking Little Dao five or six ters away. It was a kick filled with hatred, and Little Dao couldn't withstand it. Two ribs were broken, and his rage surged. He shouted, "Get him!"

The surrounding thugs, who were initially watching the show, couldn't tolerate seeing their boss beaten. How could they blend in if word got out? They instantly beca furious, genuinely angry, grabbing bricks and attacking fiercely, completely different from before.

The police, witnessing the scene, were shocked and promptly brandished their weapons, ready to act. The lead officer quickly shouted, "Don't act rashly, maintain vigilance, protect the surrounding citizens."

Everyone paused, suddenly realizing sothing was wrong, but still stepped back, allowing the thugs to rush forward, ready for anything. Little Dao's n, grateful for his past favors, were desperate, not afraid of death, rushing forward. One of them grabbed Jackson.

Jackson just tossed one aside, but then dozens sward him, pinning him to the ground. Jackson, overwheld, couldn't resist any further as breathing beca difficult, his face changed drastically. The lead officer, seeing it was enough, called for help to hold Jackson's hands, quickly handcuffing him, shouting, "Stop fighting, get up."

The thugs reluctantly stood up, one taking the opportunity to viciously kick Jackson's head, knocking him out. Only then did everyone rise fully. One thug, seizing the mont, maliciously kicked Jackson's groin, striking with deadly precision.

"Aaagh—" Jackson scread in agony, regaining consciousness from the pain.

The police captain, knowing Jackson was badly injured, realized this couldn't continue. He imdiately instructed his subordinates to carry Jackson to the car, fearing the thugs might escalate once emotionally unstable. The thugs, familiar with the captain, didn't cause further trouble, rushing over to Little Dao, shouting for soone to bring a car over.

Before the ambulance could arrive, the injured were quickly placed in a car and taken to the hospital. The police captain hurriedly arranged for a patrol car to lead the way, avoiding any unexpected incidents on the road, knowing the thugs contributed to the nation. If anything happened, it wouldn't be justified, especially if Jackson died; there would be no explanation. anwhile, securing the scene, taking statents.

In the hospital's guard room, Luo Zheng watched through surveillance caras and satellite video, stunned by the scene. The thugs were disturbingly competent, while Ghost Hand laughed excitedly, wishing for Jackson, a formidable enemy, to be dead, exclaiming in delight, "That kick was aweso. Jackson is definitely finished. So satisfying, next ti I'll toast him a drink."

"Will this go out of control?" Luo Zheng asked worriedly, feeling the situation had gotten too big.

"Don't worry, hitting soone with a car is illegal, smashing the car's windshield is also illegal, and Jackson assaulting people is illegal too. As for what happened after, that's just chaos, a ss that can't be explained. Everyone involved is at fault, it's an unsolvable ordeal caused by a car crash. Plus, this is our country, not Sam Country. With so many witnesses, of course, the state will side with its own citizens. Sam Country won't make a big deal over one person. At most, they'll issue a severe protest or statent, which we can ignore. They are in a difficult position." Ghost Hand laughed.

"That's good. This tactic works. We should continue using it on whoever crosses us." Luo Zheng relaxed, smiling. "By the way, can we find people from the Shijing family here and trap them again?"

"Are you getting addicted to this?" Lan Xue teased with a smile.

"Of course, this tactic is straightforward, targeting to the point without many concerns. Our actions represent the state, while theirs are personal. Civil and national disputes are different. As long as we have the rationale, it's manageable." Luo Zheng replied smiling, realizing the surprising power of using the thugs effectively, making a ntal note, and added, "Ghost Hand, later thank Little Dao for , and compensate with so dical expenses."

"Got it," Ghost Hand agreed readily.

"Sothing's wrong, that Shijing family bastard is dead, died in the hospital bed. It looks like poisoning." A voice suddenly sounded in the earpiece, it was Shadow investigating the interrogation.

Everyone's faces changed dramatically. How could the captive suddenly die in such a well-guarded place? Luo Zheng's expression turned cold, realizing the gravity of the situation. He imdiately asked, "Poisoned? What's going on? We're on our way."