Wood laughed and mocked: "After talking about it these few times, you have memorized more and more political terms, and the ranking ratio has become more and more intensive, it seems that you have read Mr.
President's speech many times."
Chen Yijiang scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Yes." ” Wood scoffed, "Pabul is a quick knife, and he doesn't worry about him cutting off good flesh that isn't an abscess." ” Chen Yijiang hesitated for a moment and said, "There are always some inevitable sacrifices. ” Editor-in-chief Bob has been drinking coffee with a silent smile and a happy smile, and after hearing this sentence, the smile on his face gradually faded, put down the coffee cup, and said softly: "It's been said many times, that involuntary sacrifice cannot be called sacrifice, it can be called sacrifice, or murder."
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Yijiang got off work, and Editor-in-Chief Bob and Reporter Wood looked at the fragments of the raindrop corpse on the window, and their expressions became a little ugly.
The light in the room suddenly brightened and turned white, shining on the faces of the two journalists, every wrinkle and the tiniest spot so clear that it was only then that the haggard and tired faces could be seen.
It has been more than a month since the federal political axe restricted his personal freedom, and the life of the prisoner is definitely not the extravagant afternoon tea time of the previous one, and the body of people who are strong enough in the spiritual world is about to collapse.
Unusually bright, the lights that could not be dispelled by drowsiness were several officers of the Joint Investigation Department in black suits, whose faces could not be seen clearly, only faint outlines could be seen, and a cold, shrill sound could be heard as if metal grinding.
"Citizen Number: S654678932153, Bob.
Citizen Number: S655608352465, Wood, in accordance with Article 4, Subsection 77 of the Patriot Act, your detention will be extended for seven days. ” "The Joint Investigation Division has completed this reading in accordance with the Special Powers Act and the authorization of the Charter Bureau."
Wood held his palm in front of his eyes and roared angrily, "Why" The dark shadow behind the light replied without any emotional fluctuations: "Because of the seriousness of the suspected crime, the complexity of the investigation, and the extreme uncooperation of the suspect, it is necessary to extend the detention period in order to complete the investigation." ” Wood tugged at his tangled curls in exasperation, pounded the table hard, and shouted, "Are you trying to keep us locked up like this?"
The Shadow replied, "Of course not, the Joint Investigation Unit will not be in custody for more than one year under the Special Powers Act. ” Wood fell silent, rubbed his sunken eye sockets, and stopped talking.
The official in the black suit sat down, his eyes fell on Wood's emaciated face with the dazzling incandescent light, took out the electronic record book, and asked in a deep voice: "Regarding the special report of the Capital Special Administrative Region Daily, how much money did you personally accept from the Sanlin United Bank?"
There was no answer, only silence.
"Reporter Wood, your annual salary is more than ten times the average salary of the Journalists' Federation Survey in the Seventy Years of Xian Li, how do you explain this matter, can we understand this as a transfer of benefits from the Sanlin Union Bank to you?"
The answer to this question is that Wood is the only journalist who has been able to dig up many secrets of Medellín parliamentarians with a group of entertaining paparazzi, and he is rightfully entitled to the highest level of pay.
However, this is a question that Bob and Wood have answered so many times that they know it doesn't make sense, so they remain silent.
"Editor-in-Chief Bob, the next question is for you.
Of all the editors-in-chief of the big newspapers on the old newspaper street, you are the only one who does not own a stake in the newspaper, why does the capital SAR say that the newspaper has three unnamed shareholders, is it your agent What exactly do you want to hide?"
If you get paid too much, you are bought by the Li family, and if you don't have a newspaper share, you are considered to have a conspiracy smell, and no matter how you explain it, it is wrong, and the federal political axe does not need their explanation at all, only they need to admit their guilt, so they are still silent.
"You are two celebrities in the federal press, and I have always respected you, but I really didn't expect that you would sell your conscience for money."
The official behind the lights mocked: "But don't worry, the joint investigation department never has any torture to extract confessions, I'm going to have a cup of coffee, do you want to listen to a tune." ” The music is a dance music, not graceful, blindly electronic music is noisy in a very narrow vocal range, if they usually hear this dance music on the street, Bob and Wood will at most smile slightly with coarse tobacco in their mouths, and laugh at each other's taste in their hearts, but when the dance music is released at a volume that exceeds human capacity, it becomes the most unbearable torture.
The sound of the dance music had just sounded, not to the maximum, and before the officers had yet to leave the interrogation room, the Wood reporter raised his right hand in the air and shouted, "I admit it, I admit it."
Beside him, the editor-in-chief Bob, who had an extremely complicated expression, also raised his left hand at some point, and hurriedly shouted: "It was my hand that raised first, and I admit that we did accept the black gold from Sanlin Union Bank and deliberately framed the president." ” After saying this, the two looked at each other, and saw the fear in each other's eyes, the so-called true warriors would never look at the stone in front of them and kick it, but would rather walk around the road, and that's what they thought.
"Where is the money, through what channels are the accounts transferred, where and when do you meet with the people related to the Li family?"
Bob looked at Wood and thought to himself that you are the most famous reporter in the federal press, and with a fast and thorough pen, this difficult task can only be left to you.
Wood swallowed hard, his forehead propped up in exhaustion, trying to concoct a perfect story that would not be easily debunked.
However, the most critical problem is that the two of them have not accepted bribes from Sanlin United Bank at all, and there is not even a person from the Li family who has met in private, and the joint investigation department will check all the clues, and what is not there cannot become a real thing at all.
The officer in the black suit sneered twice as he walked out of the interrogation room, the dance music louder and louder than the noise.
Bob and Wood glanced at each other, confirming that the Federal Axe didn't want to hear much at all, just wanted to torture himself, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, what seemed to be a cheerful and witty prisoner's life was actually full of endless pain.
In the midst of the noise, two of the best journalists in the Federation clutched their heads with pale faces and collapsed in their chairs in pain, knowing that the dance would not stop until half an hour, that there would be no injuries left on their bodies, and that even lawyers would have no way to file a complaint against the political axe on their behalf.
A thin plastic bag was placed on his head, and the distorted face inside opened its mouth in horror to breathe, but it could only breathe the air that came out of its lungs forever, becoming more and more muddy and lifeless.
The man whose head was sealed with a plastic bag struggled in pain, but there was no way to break the high-strength plastic rope tied to his limbs, let alone break out of the control of the men next to him.
It wasn't until he was about to suffocate that the plastic bag was removed and a basin of ice-cold water poured down.
Compared to what happened to Bob Wood, the scene that took place in the secret interrogation room of the FBI office in a state of S1 was significantly more brutal and cold-blooded.
The drenched man coughed and wheezed in pain, staring at the photo in front of him that he didn't know how many times he had seen it, crying and saying, "Yes, yes, I remember that He Youyou talked to this person in the corner of the drinking party for a long time that day."
The officer holding the photo smiled and patted his face, walked to the interrogation room next door, looked at the woman in her thirties behind the table, with tears on her face, and whispered: "Your husband's closest colleague has already admitted to that incident, do you have anything else you want to add?"
In the Thirty-Seven Constitutional Calendar, the empire quietly planted several waves of seeds in the soil of the Federation, the most famous of which were of course Xu Le and Medellin, and in addition to that, an intelligence officer named He Youyou.
Because according to the federal investigation, it was he who gave the top-secret itinerary of the Ancient Bell to the Imperial people, which ultimately led to that explosion, in other words, this Imperial Seed was the most critical person in the death of Zhong Shouhu.
However, the real fact is that before being arrested by the hardliners of the federal military, He Youyou had no idea that he was an Imperial, he was thirty-six years old, had a waitress wife, and a lovely four-year-old daughter.
At this time, the woman behind the table in the interrogation room was He Youyou's wife, Rousi, who opened her frightened eyes and looked at the official and said in a trembling voice: "I don't know, I don't know anything, I really haven't seen the person in the photo." ” The official's face quickly became gloomy, and he slapped the table and shouted: "What do you want to hide, do you also have collusion with the imperial people?"
Routh shook his palms in a panic and said, "No, I have never seen the Imperial people in my life, how can I collude with the Imperial people" "Lying," the official said in a cold voice: "Your husband He Youyou is from the empire, how can you say that you have not met the emperor?"
Hearing that name, Rouss was extremely sad and cried out in pain: "No, when I met Youyou, he was not an Imperial person, let alone an Imperial spy, he just loved to eat what I cooked."
"But he's an Imperial spy."
The official ruthlessly tore apart the woman's emotions and said, "The question now is who exactly woke up this imperial spy and instructed him to do such an ugly thing. ” "The hellish newspaper said that that person was Ximen Jin, and those fools in the society actually believed this statement, and they didn't want to think about it, how could the great and invincible officer of the Iron Seventh Division, the close subordinate of General Shaoqing, collude with the imperial people."
The official's voice was cold and extremely intrusive, and he stared into the woman's eyes and said, "If you don't recognize the real black finger behind the scenes, the Iron Seventh Division, General Shaoqing, and even Mr.
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President will be humiliated for this." ” Without receiving any answer, the waitress Ruth just trembled, vaguely feeling that this matter was terrifying, but she didn't know what to say To be continued: