Returning to the front of the Trade Building, the section under the steps was still blocked by people from the Northern Holy See.
When Victor walked down, he saw that the man who had just been escorted was already confronting Isabel.
They were arguing loudly, and it was obvious that the scapegoat was making excuses, and Isabel did not believe that the person who was pushed out was the culprit of the incident.
"That person from the Anti-Suppression Department! Come here!"
Isabel saw Victor and called him loudly.
Victor walked down the steps and looked at the man named Jarrett. He was glared at by the man's murderous gaze, but he didn't care.
"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Isabel pointed at the man, "You just want to get rid of us by finding a scapegoat?"
Jarrett, who was being held by security guards, did not admit his guilt. He still sneered at Victor: "You can't even hide your bad idea from a three-year-old child."
However, Victor pretended to be righteous and answered: "After my investigation and evidence collection, the board of directors of the Rockefeller Company's Recton branch cooperated actively and listed out the evidence of this person's crimes one by one. I feel..."
Before he finished speaking, Isabel raised her hand to interrupt him, and then asked the scapegoat: "Tell me about the bat-winged demon. Where did you catch it from and where are you going to transport it to?"
Jarrett stared at Isabel coldly and said disdainfully: "I know nothing!"
Isabel squeaked, looked back at Victor, and then grabbed Jarrett's arm.
The next moment, the unlucky man suddenly felt that the weight of his arm was gone. The security guard who originally grabbed his arm found that the thing in his hand was missing, and it instantly dispersed into dust-like powder.
Jarrett was stunned for a moment, then immediately screamed.
"Ah~~!!"
His arm was crushed by Isabel and scattered into almost invisible tiny pieces, which disappeared with the wind.
"Woman! What are you doing?!" A security guard roared at Isabel. However, the tall woman ignored the mortal accountability and pointed at Victor and said, "Yes, I do not want to cause trouble in the city center, but you
How dare you try to humiliate me and force me to take strong measures, I don't care what agreement you have reached with these guys who smell like copper, I will give you five more minutes to come up with the information I want!"
This is a naked threat. According to Victor's usual character, Isabel will definitely anger him.
But what was surprising today was that his expression did not show any displeasure, and his answer to Isabel was also very simple: "Okay, please wait a moment."
Next, Victor turned around and returned to the company.
The directors in the conference room were still there, and when they saw Victor coming back, they all turned their attention to him.
"What's the result, young inspector?"
"Why did you escort that man out of the main entrance? Don't you know that the people from the Holy See have blocked the road?" Victor sat down, raised his chin and stared at the old man.
"This building can only be entered and exited from there, and the scapegoat you propose will definitely meet someone from the Holy See." The first steward thought, "Maybe we should knock him out, so that he won't be too big when he is escorted out.
The yelling attracted the attention of the Holy See. If he is sent to the Inspection Bureau first, the matter may be settled."
The old man on the board of directors sighed softly, hearing from Victor's words that the trick had failed, and the female orangutan at the door was still there.
"If you can't drive away the people from the Holy See, you can't ask us to do anything based on the evidence you have. I hope you understand, Mr. Inspector," the old man said.
However, at this moment, a sly expression suddenly appeared on Victor's face.
He sat up straight, put his hands on the table, and looked at everyone.
"Then, we will give the Northern Holy See what they need..."
As soon as these words came out, several directors looked at each other.
"We have already sacrificed a comrade, although that guy was particularly annoying...well...do you still need us to pay?" the bald man said sarcastically.
Victor looked at him: "I'm sorry, maybe the matter can be solved without sacrificing Mr. Jarrett. In fact, the Holy See just wants clues about the bat-winged demon, so there will be a more suitable scapegoat than him...
"
He did not mention his name directly, which whetted the appetite of those present.
The old man coughed and asked him who he was.
Victor faintly mentioned a person—Charlie Rossiter.
"Charlie Rossiter? That gangster?" There was someone on the board of directors who didn't know much about the events that night.
But people who knew the whole story, such as the old man, immediately understood Victor's plan.
"You want to turn your finger on the Cigar Club? But will the Vatican believe you? After all, a gangster like that definitely needs support before he dares to trade slaves."
After hearing these words, Victor chuckled: "So you admit that Rockefeller Company is supporting the Cigar Club?"
"I didn't say that..."
"Okay! Okay! I know the operation mode of Rockefeller Company. You guys are all franchisees. The essence is to gather together for your own interests, so I believe the Holy See also understands." As he spoke, Victor stood up and leaned on
He went over and joined the directors and continued, "But you just need to understand that the Vatican is actually most concerned about the bat-winged demons, not the slave trade you are secretly engaging in."
His meaning was quickly conveyed to the old man's heart, and the old man understood: "The bat-winged demon appeared at the auction, and its direct contact should be with the Cigar Club, not the Rockefeller Company. Even if there are people within us working with the Cigar Club,
The cooperation has nothing to do with the bat-winged demons. No one knows why they got those monsters behind their backs..."
Snapped!
Victor clapped his hands: "Correct! That's it, tell Isabel Charlie Rost's address now, that woman will definitely get out!"
After saying that, Victor scanned the crowd. People's faces had different expressions, and he was very sensitive to detect some subtle changes.
"Don't tell me, none of you know where Charlie Rost is hiding."
As soon as he finished his supplementary words, the bald man's face instantly looked very troubled.
The guy said: "Wait a minute! I don't think it will be useful to confess Charlie. What if it's the same as Jarrett? Who knows what the crazy woman at the door is thinking? Besides..."
"Besides, once the Cigar Club collapses, some businesses in the dock area will be difficult to control. That's what you want to say, right?" the old man replied, grabbing the bald head's words.
The latter's face turned pale after hearing this.
In this way, Victor has completely understood that this bald head is probably directly related to the slave trade!
The old man sighed again and looked up at Victor: "The dock area is chaotic. There are a lot of workers and restless low-class people living in the fishing port area. Without the control of the Cigar Club, the order of Violet Port may be disrupted."
This reason made Victor feel ridiculous. The reason why he was dealing with the Rockefeller Company and the Northern Holy See today was to kill the Cigar Club and drive them out of the dock area!
"I remember..." he pretended to recall, "The fishing port shouldn't have been the territory of the cigar club before, right? It should have been more stable than it is now. What do you think?"