In a closed room, there was a simple table and a simple chair. Sitting on the chair was a well-dressed man. His black dress and shiny black hair style made him look very serious. All around him
The walls and floor were all monotonous light gray, making him look like a lonely character in a black and white photo. The only light came from the small lamp on the table, and there was a chair opposite him, but it was empty.
of.
The man's feet were handcuffed to the chair, and his hands were handcuffed, but he was still flipping through a pamphlet of the state religion, which was also the most common in the hive city, a miniature version of the Book of Holy Words.
Suddenly, a metal door rose, briefly illuminating the man's beardless face and light blue eyes, but the light soon disappeared.
A new figure appeared in the room, with a servo skull floating on his shoulders.
"Kirk Eisenach, we meet again."
The man put down the booklet in his hand and turned his head with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Enforcement Officer 1st Class Gabrielle McGuire."
A law enforcement officer wearing the uniform of the Ministry of Justice came out of the shadows. He also smiled, a victorious smile.
"I hope these three hours have not made you feel boring. After all, it takes a lot of trouble to ask you to come here. Those bastards of yours have been wandering around the Ministry of Justice fortress. Maybe I will walk out of the door now.
Bang."
The law enforcement officer made a gesture to his head.
"One bullet went through my skull."
"My friends just care about me and they are law-abiding citizens."
"It's so disgusting that those words come out of your mouth."
Gabriel smacked his lips, walked to the table, then pressed half of his butt on the table, folded his arms and looked down at the other person.
"Koke, the reason why you haven't suffered any torture yet is that I hope you can explain all your criminal records and the evidence of your superiors in a sober state, as a regional executive of the Gray Fox Group.
Officer, I believe you know our methods better than those gang scum."
"Law enforcement officer, I don't know what you are talking about. Just like that time a long time ago, I am just a freight forwarder. Our business is only to provide assistance to those companies that need logistics services."
The law enforcement officer sneered and took out a stack of photos from his arms and threw them on the table. They were all large bars with lively entertainment and entertainment. In the photos, there were many loaded with guns and strange-looking people entering and exiting the bars.
"What about the large bars Zhongchao, Xiachao and Bottomchao?"
"Opening a bar is just my personal hobby."
"Is it also your hobby to host these extreme violent groups and have them leave with a lot of weapons?"
The man glanced at the photo and shook his head.
"We can't choose our guests when we open the door for business. As for the weapons you mentioned, I have never heard of them."
"Okay, okay, I'm tired of hearing this."
With that said, the law enforcement officer waved his hand towards the servo skull, and soon the door opened. Two police officers carried a large box in and opened the box.
Gabriel moved his butt off the table, walked over to the box, reached into the box, and took out a pistol, a brand new laser pistol. The law enforcement officer held it in his hand, looked at the weapon carefully, and then turned to the prisoner.
man.
"Do you recognize this thing?"
The man looked at him from afar, then looked at the law enforcement officer, and shrugged.
"Officer, I am very afraid of violence. I will even faint when I see blood. I don't even dare to hold a knife. How can I know a pistol?"
"Really?"
Gabrielle motioned for the two police officers to go out and put the pistol on the small table.
"Do you see this?"
He pointed to a piece of visibly discolored metal on the top of the pistol's handle.
"This is where military weapons are usually embossed with serial numbers and manufacturer's markings. Now the markings have been burned away by acid, but I can still tell the model number, Carterell MG Defender, Cady
The standard pistol for commando sergeants and officers has three shooting modes. It is lightweight, powerful, and a standard military weapon. Just a week ago, in the tidal flat area of Rust Harbor, a group of thugs broke into a shop selling insects.
In a protein food store, 31 people including the owner were killed! Even children were not spared! Just because this small store influenced them to sell high-priced military rations from unknown sources! And their leader used this kind of food.
pistol!"
The man immediately clenched his fists on his chest and muttered to himself:
"Oh, this is such a terrible tragedy."
"Stop pretending to me!"
The law enforcement officer slapped the man in the face, causing a red mark to appear on half of the man's face.
"How did this brand new military weapon flow into the hive city? You know better than anyone else, because it entered the hive scum, thugs and lunatics through your ships, your containers, and your distribution points.
On hand!"
"Officer, I don't know everything you said."
The man said, raising his hands as if to surrender.
"Perhaps someone wants to frame innocent businessmen like us."
"Framed? This is what was unloaded from your shuttle! I really didn't expect that a criminal like you, with a face thicker than the armor of a battleship, could still refuse to admit it when all the physical evidence is available? I heard
You are still a top student who graduated from the Internal Affairs College affiliated to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, why do you, a good servant of the Emperor, insist on doing such a sinful thing!"
After hearing this, the man named Kirk chuckled lightly, raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the law enforcement officer, and replied calmly:
"Officer, regardless of whether these really come from our containers, whose fault do you think it is that the weapons flowed into the nest?"
The law enforcement officer narrowed his eyes.
"What? Do you still want to excuse yourself? Justify yourself?"
"Officer, I grew up in Xia nest, and I may know this better than you do. Almost everyone there has weapons and needs weapons. Why do you think it is because of this?"
Gabrielle banged the table.
"Don't ramble!"
"You don't want to answer, or you don't dare to answer? So how many times have you personally driven to Xiachao to patrol? The Ministry of Justice, which is supposed to protect all citizens, has several strongholds and how many arbitrators in Xiachao? No, none of them
No, this is the truth. The law you protect does not exist in Xia nest and bottom nest. Have people abandoned the law? No, it is the law that has abandoned them, so they can only protect themselves and try their best.
Protect yourself, including the scum you call the bottom of the nest. I believe you are a just police officer, and you are young and promising. You have become a first-level law enforcement officer at the age of 29, and your future is bound to be bright. It’s just that every time you swing your hand, you will be shaken.
When hitting a stick, have you ever asked yourself why?"
The other party didn't say a single insulting word, but every word stung Gabriel's heart, like a flawless glass suddenly being splashed with a large stain.