The Brotherhood has destroyed their own passports, and as long as they don't say anything, no one can prove their identity.
They were quickly taken under control by the Turkish police.
Two hours later, both the cargo ship and the people on board were taken back to the pier in the port of Istanbul.
The reporters who heard the news had already exhausted the water on the dock.
Ten members of the fraternity were hooded and their hands handcuffed from behind the boat.
He was then taken into a police car, and there was a click of flashing lights.
The reporters wanted to rush in and interview the police officers involved in the operation, but unfortunately the police did not cooperate with them at all.
The police van escorting the members of the fraternity quickly left the scene, and the cargo on the cargo ship began to be unloaded on the dock and unpacked one by one.
The police hope to be able to uncover more leads.
The members of the fraternity sat in the car, swaying regularly with the body.
No one spoke, and they felt very nervous.
Sirens lingered in their ears all the way, and they didn't know if there was a police car driving ahead, and the car they were in never stopped once.
When the car finally stopped, everyone knew that the destination had arrived.
Soon I heard the sound of the car door being opened.
Someone got into the car and escorted everyone down.
"How do you let them sit together, aren't you afraid that they will collude to confess," a voice reproached.
"I'm sorry sir, we didn't have enough vehicles, but they didn't say anything along the way," a voice replied.
"Separate them all, interrogate them one by one, and find out what the hell is going on," the voice commanded again.
In fact, this group of people in the brotherhood has long been unified in their confessions.
And not only confessions, but also some small tricks taught by Italian mafia anti-interrogation experts.
That is, do not tell all the statements that have been discussed in advance at once, but tell the police little by little if you are vague.
Only by doing so will the police be able to convince them that what they say is true.
If everyone said the same thing, then the police knew they were lying.
Everyone was quickly separated and taken into different interrogation rooms.
Everyone knew that the critical time was coming, and everyone silently recalled in their hearts the techniques taught to them by the experts of the Italian mafia.
Don't say anything at first, don't stare at each other, just keep your head down and act as if they don't exist.
Wait until the police can't help but hit you before you speak, at first say something casually, preferably a lie that is easy to see, and then start to slowly cut to the chase.
Finally, when these negotiated confessions are leaked, they must also be mixed with some falsehoods, so that the police can be convinced.
All of them had these techniques in mind, and the programmed interrogation of the police was very familiar to them.
They silently estimated the time in their hearts and dealt with each other with a superior mentality.
As time passed, the members of the Brotherhood began to release half-truths and half-truths to the Turkish police, who tirelessly questioned their nationality, identity, and relationship with the arms on board.
As a result, ten people gave seven or eight different answers.
As more and more information came out, and the police stripped them of their clothes and saw the tattoos on their bodies, the Russian letters began to convince the police that the gang was from the Soviet Union.
So soon the police called in Russian Translators to get involved in the case.
"Tell me what you're going to do when you bring these weapons to Turkey," the interpreter asked, translating the police's words into Russian, and then there was no longer a need for half-baked English to communicate with each other.
"Well, these weapons weren't delivered to Turkey, they were used to defend themselves on the road," the fraternity man said with a flickering voice.
"How do you explain the mines on the road, are they still in the water?"
the police asked again.
"Well, if you have to know, I won't hide that we worked for a big man in the Soviet Union, that the mines were left on the road after returning home to deal with the police who found us, and that the RG was used for self-defense at sea," said the Brotherhood.
"Who the hell is the big guy," the police officer continued to ask while the iron was hot.
"I don't know, we only know that he lives in Moscow, has his own plane, and has many subordinates who work for him.
We're just the most inconspicuous people down there," replied the Brotherhood man, feigning unease.
"What are you doing for this big man?"
the police asked again.
"Our task is to deliver this cargo to Rostov-on-Don and hand it over to the local navy, and we don't know what will happen to the future," the Brotherhood replied cheerfully.
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"Isn't Rostov a port, how do you use your mines?"
the police asked with some suspicion.
"Those mines can be used to blow up bulletproof cars and armored vehicles, recently the KGB has been active, and we have to defend against them," the Brotherhood person explained.
In this way, the Turkish police interrogated them for a day and a night, until everyone revealed that the information was almost correct.
That's when you get a full confession.
According to the confessions, these men were not arms dealers who worked with the PKK.
First of all, the number of weapons they carry is very small, and the distance is long, and the variety is single, according to the above analysis, these weapons should be used for self-defense, as they say.
Secondly, the real identity of this group of people should be some smuggling gang in the Soviet Union, who worked for a certain domestic bigwig, with the aim of sending the ship's cargo to the Soviet Black Sea Fleet, and then profiting from it.
The arms on the port of Istanbul caused a lot of panic in the country, and the rumors spread among the common people.
In order to calm the people's fears as soon as possible and prevent a greater catastrophe, the Ministry of the Interior quickly informed the Turkish media about the progress of the case.
In this way, the news of a high-ranking official in the Soviet Union, colluding with smuggling gangs and the Black Sea Fleet to smuggle Italian food on a large scale for huge profits, first appeared in the Turkish media.
Since this matter involves the mysterious Soviet Union, but also Turkey.
As a result, the media outside Turkey began to pay attention to the matter, and soon the media in Greece, Italy, Spain, and France began to report on it, and in the evening the news appeared in the American and British media.
The reports kept mentioning the Black Sea Fleet, the bigwigs with private jets, and some Soviet agencies abroad also noticed this, and everyone began to call home again to send the news back home. t1706231537: