As soon as Verac finished comforting Diaz, who looked solemn, the patrol soldiers waved them down.
"Can't you get off?" Diaz's hand slowly reached for the pistol placed in the car.
"Of course, you will be responsible later." Verak stuffed the gun in a more hidden place, indicating to him not to act rashly, and then gave special instructions when he got out of the car.
Although he was disguised, it did not ensure that he would not be recognized 100%, so the best way was for Diaz to deal with the soldiers, attract most of the attention, and provide him with a cover.
Seeing that Verac got out of the car first, Diaz was worried that the soldiers would focus on him, so he quickly asked as he got out of the car: "What's the matter, sir?"
"What's in the car?" the leader of the patrol team asked coldly.
"Two workers," Diaz replied.
The squad leader looked at Diaz and Verak and raised his chin: "Go and take a look."
"Yes." The two soldiers trotted past a few people and came to the carriage to call Nord and Murphy down.
After the four people lined up to stand next to the truck, the two patrol soldiers remained alert, while the squad leader paced back and forth with his hands behind his back: "Where did it come from?"
"Kip City."
"What are you doing here?"
"Ship some decoration materials."
"Where to go?"
“Aisha Hotel.”
"Where's the cargo list?"
Diaz, who was in charge of the response, ran back to the car, found the list that Verak had prepared early in the morning, and handed it to the squad leader: "Here it is."
The squad leader glanced at it casually, then looked at Diaz: "You're not from Bresci, are you?"
"I'm from Monlego," Diaz said.
"Why did you come here?" The team leader handed the list back to Diaz.
"It's easier to make money here." Diaz tried to look natural, but the more he tried to look natural, the stiffer his face became. "Just transport goods between Kip and Lezein."
The squad leader's observation skills were very keen. He noticed that Diaz was a little abnormal and narrowed his eyes: "It's not that simple, is it?"
Diaz is a very honest person and has always been frank in doing things. It is a bit difficult for him to deceive people. In addition, when he is facing patrol soldiers, he inevitably becomes more nervous: "What is simple and not simple..."
Nord looked at Verak.
Verak stood motionless. He felt Nord's gaze, but did not meet it.
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Diaz shook his head.
"I've met too many people. You must be more than just transporting goods." The team leader looked directly at Diaz, his sharp eyes seeming to see through everything about him.
Nord and Murphy were distraught.
Verak breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what the team leader said.
If this squad leader was a ruthless person, or if he really wanted to deal with them, he would have taken action directly after confirming that something was wrong with them. However, the squad leader's tone was neither soft nor hard, and he had no intention of using force after pointing out that they had other agendas.
Then everything is obvious.
He had no intention of arresting a few people.
"We didn't." Diaz refused to admit it.
Seeing that Diaz was too straight, the team leader asked Murphy, Nord, and Verak one by one from left to right: "Is there any?"
"Yes." Murphy denied flatly, and Nord took the risk to admit it.
"Look, your people say you have it, right? Why are you pretending?" The team leader immediately beamed, "But, I don't really want to inquire about you. Even if I catch you, I will make a contribution.
There is no reward from above, so I might as well go with the flow, let you go, and just be a friend, right?"
The situation changed a little too quickly for Diaz.
The team leader is still asking him what he is doing, but he wants to be friends again. What is the purpose of this?
"Sir, you are right!" Nord realized that what he just said was right, and continued to boldly defend Diaz, "It would be great to make friends, but you have helped us so much by being accommodating to us.
We can’t say nothing.”
With that said, Nord took out all the money from his pocket, and while shaking hands with the squad leader, he secretly put the money into the squad leader's hand.
The team leader was experienced. He looked at each other and smiled at Nord. After shaking hands, he clenched his hands into fists and put them into his trouser pockets: "You are too polite. We are all ordinary people. It is not easy to make a living. I can help a little.
Just help a little, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Nord nodded and bowed in agreement with the team leader.
"Is there nothing unusual in the car?" the squad leader asked his two subordinates in a slightly higher-than-normal voice.
"Nothing unusual."
After pretending in front of the pedestrians passing by, the team leader smiled and said: "Nothing happens anymore. You can go do what you should do. Pay attention to safety on the road."
"Okay, thank you. I'll ask you to take more care of me when I'm in the city in the future." Nodpi smiled.
"Get in the car." Verak whispered to Diaz, and then he got into the passenger seat first.
"Of course, what we do is to serve the people, right?" After the team leader said no more nonsense with Nord, he led his subordinates to continue patrolling in one direction, "Okay, let's go."
Nord and Murphy returned to the car, Diaz got into the driver's seat, and the car drove back toward the Mona Pavilion.
"You're not good at dealing with people. It was obvious that the man just wanted to collect some money. If you give him the money earlier, nothing will happen." Verak found that Diaz was good at everything, but he was not tactful in dealing with others.
, not as good at dealing with people as Nord.
"I didn't notice..." There were even beads of sweat on Diaz's forehead. He just wanted to knock down the squad leader with an elbow, then subdue the other two soldiers with Murphy, and then escape with Verak.
on site.
"Learn more from Nord." Verak said.
Nord had been working in the service industry where he dealt with people before, and he was used to acting based on people's faces. He could still clearly read the cues given by others.
"Yes." Diaz breathed a long sigh of relief and calmed down.
If you ask him to actually kill someone, he won't even blink, but if you ask him to lie and talk to people in roundabout ways, it will be too difficult for him.
"You need to learn from each other." Verak felt more deeply that everyone has something worth learning. Previously, he thought Nord was the least stable and incompetent among the three, but now it seems that it is still too one-sided.
.
"How was your performance just now? It scared me to death..." While the two were talking, Nord in the carriage knocked on the iron sheet between them and said.
"Performing well, keep your voice down, and stay calm for now." Verac reminded Diaz after replying, "You don't need to imitate him on this."
——
An hour and a half later, the car arrived near the Mona Pavilion.
In addition to the various exhibition halls of the Bressi Republic, the Mona Pavilion also has exhibition halls in charge of delegations from various countries. Therefore, it covers a large area and you can basically appreciate the truly international exhibits.
The truck stopped three streets away from the Mona Pavilion. From here, only the tops of several main exhibition hall buildings could be seen, and the smaller exhibition halls were blocked from view.
"We can only go here. If we go any closer, we will definitely run into interrogators." Diaz explained, "The interrogators here are different from the ones we just met. They will be mixed with people from the security department. That is not useful."
Money will get you through it."
"Then just stop here." Verak did not force himself to get closer to the Mona Pavilion. He stared at the parts of the Mona Pavilion that he could see for a long time, "Mona Pavilion..."
"Aren't we here to find a solution to the weapons shortage? Why are we here?" When Verak pondered for about ten minutes, Diaz couldn't help but ask why.
Verak said: "Not only here, we have to go to many places."
"This is..."
"I have to connect some things together." Verak muttered, "How far is the government building from here?"
"Forty minutes away," Diaz replied.
Verak took a deep look at the Mona Pavilion not far away: "Let's go and have a look at the government building."
Diaz couldn't figure out what Verac was planning, so he had to endure his curiosity and concentrate on guessing as he drove towards the government building.
——
In the interrogation room of the Government Building Security Department, Ross had a bruised nose and face, his clothes were stained with dried blood, and his body was stained with sweat. He was much more miserable than when he was in Demans Prison.
He has been locked up here for half a month.
After experiencing torture for about the same amount of time as Verak, Lockshriver had given up on interrogating him, but still hung him here, waiting for him to figure it out at any time and tell the secret without destroying his body.
This gave him a timely breathing opportunity, allowing him to walk through the gate of hell for a while, then turned around and ran back.
"Uh..." He groaned weakly, opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked at the cold interrogation room where he was the only one.
How powerful is a person's belief? No one knows, and it cannot be measured. This is a power that allows people to constantly break through and break through, and push the upper limit to the same height as a miracle.
Ross seemed to have inadvertently created what he thought was a miracle.
But he didn't know whether the other captured prisoners would reveal the secrets about Verak after they came to Lezein and were interrogated by Rock Shriver.
He was worried.
Not only were they worried that telling the secret would cause trouble to Verak, but they were also worried that they would no longer be of value to Rock Shriver.
How long can you live?
When the other prisoners were escorted to Lezein, it would be time for him to die.
Ross was disheartened.
"Bring it in."
Just when he wanted to close his eyes and continue to pass the time, there was a sudden noise outside, and it seemed that many people were coming.
Soon, Rock Shriver and several subordinates escorted the two prisoners into the interrogation room. While hanging the two new prisoners around Ross, he specially greeted Ross: "Good morning."
Ross did not reply, but looked at the other prisoners. Those two prisoners were somewhat familiar to him. He had met them several times in prison, played cards and had meals together.
"Do you know him?" Rock Shriver asked Ross.
Before Ross could speak, the two prisoners nodded angrily: "I know you. He is Danny Ross. We are very familiar with him. He also played the piano in prison."
"Really?" Rock Shriver listened, his eyes always falling on Rose's face, "If you are so familiar, you should also know what Rose knows, right?"
"Are you talking about Chris? We have already told you everything we know about him. If you want to know more, we really have no choice..." the two prisoners said helplessly.
When they were caught in other places, Locke Shriver called the people there to ask relevant questions. However, after they answered, Locke Shriver was not satisfied, so he went to great lengths to transport them to Lezein, intending to
interrogated in person.
"How could it be? Aren't you very familiar with Ross? He knew it, and you should know it to some extent." Rock Shriver sat down and looked at the three people who were hung in a row.
"We don't know each other well, we don't know each other well, we just talk a few words occasionally, we really don't know."
Rock Shriver's subordinate picked up the stick and hit the prisoner: "Didn't you just say that you are familiar with each other?! Why did you say that you are not familiar with each other again?! How dare you lie here?!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't make it clear just now. We are not familiar with each other. We really are not familiar with each other. I have said everything I should say. Please, stop fighting..." the prisoner pleaded in defense.
"Wait a minute." Rock Shriver stopped his subordinates, "Do you know about the relationship between Ross and Chris?"
"They are very good friends!" the prisoner who was not beaten said in panic. "They worked on the same production line, and Ross helped Chris a lot! Their cells are adjacent! Chris also helped Ross to report to the deputy prison.
I fought for the opportunity to play the piano!"
Rock Shriver made a "tsk, tsk, tsk" sound: "The relationship is so good, no wonder Ross has to keep Chris's secret until death."
Ross looked at Rock Shriver indifferently.
Fortunately, the two captured prisoners did not know Verac's true identity. In this way, Verac would not be in any trouble, and he probably would not be dead for a while.
"Do you know anyone else who was close to Chris?" Rock Shriver asked.
"Keating, Dawn..." The prisoner announced many names.
The subordinate next to Rock Shriver wrote down the names one by one.
"Do you know where they all fled to?"
"Keating probably left with Chris. Keating knows where the gold is. They are probably looking for the gold. Dawn is probably going home..."
After the two prisoners scrambled to show their worth and told everything they knew, Locke Shriver leisurely asked about the escape: "According to the warden Adel, all of you were involved in the escape.
It’s planned, right?”
"Some of us knew it temporarily, and some of us knew it earlier..."
"How did you do it? So many prison escapes failed before, but this time there was unprecedented unity. After Chris went, what specific differences were there in the prison?" Rock Shriver wanted to know about 'Chris'.
All, trying to find clues through jailbreaking.
The prisoners rambled here and there about their feelings.
Ross laughed out loud as he listened.
"Why are you laughing?" Rock Shriver kept a polite smile.
"What you asked is nonsense, and what you get will definitely be nonsense." Ross looked disdainful. "If they really knew why the prisoners were united and what Chris had brought to us, they wouldn't have said another word to you here.