I, Doctor in the US-Chapter 432 - 427: The Island and the United States Team, Who is More Shameless?

"Don't forget to clean up the oil drum."

"I'll remember."

"Also, during the shift change, remember to check the fridge door."

"That's their problem, they're the ones who..."

"I know what you're trying to say, but I'm telling you to check the fridge door now!"

"Alright."

Ira is a beautiful girl, but she chose silence at this moment.

Blonde hair, tall, with strikingly defined features—definitely a hot white chick.

But this hot chick is now being scolded by the supervisor on duty.

Actually, the shift was over, and this so-called supervisor was just making trouble.

Yet, Ira didn't say much.

Even though she knew that the fridge door was perfectly fine, during the shift change two days ago, the other group claimed those little pickles had gone bad.

It was a complete lie!

But there's no way around it, the supervisor just kept yelling at her.

Ira really wanted to sock this supervisor's fat face.

Indeed, this guy was a fat woman, and the so-called supervisor was actually a fool who earned just one US dollar more than her per hour.

Unfortunately, this supervisor was also black, and if Allen threw a punch, it would lead to trouble.

She didn't want any trouble, and this job was simply a means to maintain a basic living.

Finally, she was off work and heading home, but she did check the fridge.

But... there was a problem.

It wasn't the first time Ira felt someone was watching her.

This... damn f*ck!

Ira decided to let off some steam.

So, after turning into a normal alley, she quickly hid to the side.

A man wearing the kind of clothes Americans love casually entered the alley shortly after.

But soon, the man seemed to sense something was off.

Yet, when he decided to turn and leave the alley, he suddenly felt something hard pressing against his waist.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

Ira's words were icy cold.

The man raised his hands, appearing totally harmless, but he didn't turn around, only saying, "I'm just passing by."

"Liar!" Allen's words were sharp.

Unexpectedly, the man quickly turned around, then planned to...

Ah!

Actually, Allen had prepared beforehand.

The thing against the man's waist was a small stick she picked up from the ground.

The real weapon was the pepper spray in her hand!

Exactly, this thing was a must-have for American women.

And with a spray like that, the man screamed in pain.

The following scene left Ira dumbfounded.

"I'm a cop! I have credentials."

It wasn't just any cop; he was FBI.

This... caused trouble?

...

Inside a very traditional American-style room.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Not bad."

"Well then... never mind, want a drink?"

"Thanks."

Allen had indeed caused trouble, but the man proposed a strange request.

He wanted to have a chat with Ira.

The man was FBI, Officer McMahon.

And what he wanted to discuss was naturally not ordinary.

Actually, Ira somewhat understood she couldn't escape.

They had already traced to her.

But she was still struggling.

After taking a sip of the beer Ira handed over, McMahon began asking what he truly wanted to ask.

"Actually, I've been watching you for a long time."

"Uh-huh."

Ira's response was normal.

McMahon continued, "The reason I'm saying this is to hope you can cooperate. I know it might be an unpleasant past, but if you can talk about it, it'll help us all."

Ira didn't reply, just looked at him.

Her eyes seemed complicated.

McMahon understood she had various misgivings, "I get your mindset, and I know this is hard.

I'll say more, actually, we have quite a bit of intelligence, but ultimately this issue is still challenging.

But you have to realize, there are still many people like you... I know it's hard to say.

But many children are disappearing, I can't just ignore it."

Ira still said nothing.

McMahon felt a bit embarrassed, his eyes hurt even more.

At this moment, Officer McMahon looked really awful.

His eyes were red and swollen, like two peaches hanging on his face.

But he still needed to speak.

"You're worried, aren't you? You're scared, right? You're afraid of how powerful the opposing side is, aren't you? Actually... well, I indeed can't promise anything too strong, as this case is just the tip of the iceberg.

But if you can come forward to testify, we can at least push the entire incident forward."

Upon hearing this, Ira laughed.

She threw a remark that left McMahon quite helpless.

"Do you still think the United States is a country of law?"

Oh goodness!

That girl Ira is truly daring!

Saying this in front of an enforcer, an enforcer directly affiliated with the United States Department of Justice, the FBI, which is such a formidable police.

How dare she!

Girl, you're in a bad spot, you know?

You're not just questioning McMahon; you're questioning the U.S. Department of Justice.

You're even questioning the very roots of the United States!

The law, yes, the United States.

Don't forget, the world's first written constitution is the Constitution of the United States.

Thus, this country has always had a particular kind of confidence.