Morton is very panicked now. He doesn't know whether this person is here to rob him on purpose or if something happened to the princess. Is he exposed?

That shouldn't be the case. These interviews are all very private and personal interviews. Given the princess's habits, now that I have gained her trust, she shouldn't take the initiative to tell others about such things, right?

If she was willing, then why did she hesitate for so long after I said I would compile and publish these interview materials?

Morton couldn't figure it out, but no matter whether he understood it or not, he felt extremely uncomfortable with the gun pointed at his waist. As for the place the bodyguard just said he was going, it sounded to him... Carmarthen Town?

Morton felt that the place called Carmarthen sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was exactly.

…

Xius is doing a private job this time. No matter it is a task assigned by his superiors or his friendship with that person, both in public and in private, Xius is ready to do a good job in this task.

My good luck has been on the rise since I met that gentleman a few years ago.

Not only did the economic situation improve greatly, but the position was also promoted to a higher level.

This time, it was this gentleman who took the initiative to request support. Although the mission was not described in detail, Hughes only remembered one sentence: capture the American named Andrew Morton and send him to the town of Carmarthen. He didn't have to worry about the rest and just had to follow orders.

If an ordinary American disappeared in England, it would not be a big deal, but if this American was famous to a certain extent, then it would be a big deal.

However, due to the unique national system of Great Britain, what if this American disappeared not in England, but somewhere outside of England?

For example, Wales...

If your people are lost in Wales, go to Wales to find them. What does it have to do with us in England? It's not us who lost them.

As for whether they can find anyone in Wales, that depends on luck. If they arrive too late, the grass on the graves will probably be several feet high.

…

During the nearly three-hour drive, Morton didn't even dare to move too much for fear of causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

Along the way, he had no idea what the person next to him was called, what he did, or what his purpose was!

It was a very quiet journey, with only the sound of the tires rubbing against the ground. The car was eerily quiet.

Finally, looking at the road sign on the side of the road, I saw that the town of Carmarthen was not far ahead. We had arrived at our destination!

…

“Bang!”

“Ah~~~~~”

In the dungeon in March, in the damp environment, the perceived temperature was still a bit cool.

The horsewhip soaked in concentrated salt water hit Morton hard.

How could Morton have ever been treated like this?

He was a scholar, not a warrior. When the first whip hit him, Morton was already crying for his parents.

When the whip hits the body, there is a brief pain of dozens of seconds at first, but as the pain slowly subsides, another kind of indescribable pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow fills the area near the beating. While it hurts, it is also accompanied by a feeling like being bitten by thousands of ants.

Since arriving in Carmarthen Town, he went straight to the door of the police station. The other party pulled him without saying a word and dragged Morton into this dungeon.

Without asking any questions, torture first.

…

After being whipped several more times, with his hands tied to the wooden stakes behind his back, Morton twisted his body in pain and begged, "What do you want? Money? Or something else? Just tell me, stop beating me, please, stop beating me!"

“Bang!”

Rex was not moved by the pleading. This was a task assigned by Master Allen himself. After catching the person, don't ask anything. Beat him up first and beat him half to death before asking any questions.

This is the change that Chikli brought to the police department.

To Rex now, everyone looks like a stubborn person. If he doesn't beat them half to death before trying them, Rex is afraid that they will not tell the truth.

so……

The current procedure is to beat the person first after catching him. It’s best if he submits. But if he doesn’t submit?

If you don’t accept it, keep fighting!

…

Hughes squatted not far behind Rex, holding a desk lamp and rummaging through Morton's suitcase.

What came into view were hundreds of pages of interview materials. He only glanced at them briefly, but the stunning content he saw made Xius' heart beat wildly.

He even had the urge to drop the information and run away.

What is recorded here is not some horror story, but family trivia and emotional confusion.

It’s just that this recorded family is a little special…

This damn American reporter, he couldn't have imagined how big a storm it would cause if these materials were lost and picked up by outsiders.

but……

This kind of person carries the information with him, which saves him a lot of work.

After packing up the information and putting it in a file bag, all that was left was to wait for Rex to interrogate him and see if there was anything he had missed.

As a veteran of the Security Bureau, Xiu Si requires only one thing when doing his work: careful, careful, and careful again!

…

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you whatever you ask. Stop hitting me!"

While Hughes was watching the show with his arms folded, Rex was still whipping Morton again and again.

Morton was beaten until his voice became hoarse, and he continued to beg for mercy with tears and snot.

Putting down the whip in his hand, Rex walked in front of Morton. Rex, who was a whole head taller than Morton, stood in front of Morton, blocking Morton's entire figure, giving a strong sense of oppression.

"Tell me, where are all the materials you have collected from interviewing the princess during this period?"

"ah?"

Morton opened his mouth, not understanding why these people were asking for this information.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Rex picked up the whip, dipped it in concentrated salt water, and whipped Morton again.

“Bang!”

"Ah...Fuck!"

Morton even swore at the slightest provocation. The whip was so painful that his facial expression was distorted.

Shaking his head fiercely, looking at the indifferent policeman in front of him, Morton said with difficulty: "It's all in the suitcase. Ah~~~~"

"Bang!"

Rex didn't believe that this guy could carry the information with him, so he subconsciously whipped him again.

That's what happened to Chikli last time. It seemed like he had gotten all the information, but when Alan came to see him, it turned out that the little liar was not being honest and all he told was false information.

Now this Morton is doing the same thing again?

I wonder if Sheriff Rex won’t buy this?

Rex, who was still not satisfied, was reminded of the past and whipped Morton again.

"Ah... stop hitting me, stop hitting me, please, I really brought the information with me, really, if you don't believe me go and see it! Stop hitting me!"

Rex turned his head with some suspicion and looked at Xius beside him. Xius shrugged and nodded. After the two of them confirmed their eyes, Rex handed the whip to Xius and said, "Now that the information has been found, I will go and give it to Sir Allen first. You continue the interrogation and I will take over when I come back."

…

Morton squinted his swollen eyes, as he could no longer see clearly with one eye, but his hearing was still good. When he heard that Rex was going to deliver some information and the whip was handed to the bodyguard who was going to pick him up at the airport, he couldn't help but tremble violently a few times.

Hughes watched Rex leave hurriedly with two file bags. After the outer door was closed again, he slowly walked up to Morton and said with his signature smile, "I don't like hitting people. That's too violent."

As he spoke, Hughes threw the whip into the basin of concentrated salt water.

Before Morton could breathe a sigh of relief, Hughes pulled out a pistol, pointed it at his forehead and said coldly, "Tell me, who ordered you to do this, who is your contact, how much money was given to you, and what is your purpose. If there is anything I am not satisfied with, haha..."

Feeling the muzzle of the gun being pressed against his forehead and rotating, Morton squinted his eyes and shook his head fiercely. This man is even worse than the police officer who just left!

…

“Tsk tsk tsk…”

Alan looked through the information Rex had just sent him.

The interview records in some of the previous materials seem to be normal.

But as the two got to know each other better, the questions became more casual.

Morton's routine was very skillful. He started from the periphery, from his youth, and then talked about his family situation. If you didn't know him, you would think he was really curious about the aristocratic families in Britain.

Diana did not disappoint him and told him about her tragic childhood, her parents' divorce and her being sent to boarding school.

Alan slowly flipped through the documents, and when he turned to a certain page, his hands suddenly stopped moving.

This is an interview record in which she admitted that she had a lover, and it also contains her retelling of the conversation between her and her lover...

There was also the fact that she made more than 300 phone calls to her lover in the middle of the night.

"Fuck..."

Alan's scalp tingled. This was so stupid. How dare he say that?

Or to the American reporters?

Fortunately, Diana remembered and asked herself this question that day. If it had been a little later, it would have been edited and published.

Just based on this little clip, Diana would definitely make big news.

Uh...it doesn’t matter whether it’s news or not. If this news is exposed, it will bring endless negative news to the royal family and they will lose all face.

And the person involved will not feel good either. Maybe she thought it was just a complaint to her friends, but...

Alas, I am still too immature.

…

"Besides that reporter, has anyone else seen this information?"

Alan held up the document he had read more than half of, shook it at Rex who was standing in front of him and waiting, and asked.

"Uh... I'm not sure. I was waiting for them at the police station. I don't know what happened on the way, but that Hughes was the one who found these documents in the dungeon. I guess I would have taken a look at them."

Rex recalled it carefully and then spoke.

…

"Um……"

Alan nodded and signaled Rex not to be nervous. He asked him to sit down first while he continued to watch.

really……

The subsequent interview questions were increasingly directed in a more vicious direction, and Diana was fooled. She really had no scheming mind and answered whatever was asked.

The main thing is that the things she said are all secret and private!

Alan looked at the remaining documents and felt a little pain in his liver.

If all this were to be exposed, one can imagine the extent of the blow to the royal family.

It’s not that Allen is kind and wants to protect the reputation of the royal family, but now everyone is in the same boat.

The royal family is the largest aristocracy in Britain.

Although the content of these materials is not enough to bring down the royal family in one go, it can still achieve the effect of smearing them.

When attacking a grasshopper on a rope, you can hit the grasshopper itself but not the rope!

If you hit that rope, all the grasshoppers on it will be in trouble. The Americans really have bad intentions and are very vicious...

This goes straight to the vital point.

If the prestige of the royal family declines and some other accidents happen, how can I enjoy the life of a superior person in the future?

After putting down the material he had just read, Alan closed his eyes feeling a little tired, thought for a long time, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Rex.

…

Rex was looking at Alan with some boredom, but was startled by his sudden opening of his eyes. He heard Alan's voice say in a very low voice: "Go back, and pretend that this incident never happened. Leave the rest to Hughes, he will take care of it."

"Ah? Oh ok..."

Rex stood up and couldn't help asking, "Then... Master, what about that reporter?"

"Humph, just pretend he never showed up. Now that he's here, what do you think we should do? Make him explain all the problems clearly. Is there any information hidden somewhere else? Once he's explained clearly, make him disappear. Disappear from this world completely!"

“Yes, yes!”

Seeing that Alan seemed to be in a bad mood, Rex quickly stood up, bent over, rubbed his hands, agreed, backed away, lowered his head to the ground, and slowly left the study.

…

After Rex left, Alan rubbed his temples and rested for a while before asking the servant to call Little Stone over.

While waiting, I wrote a note, which was a letter inviting Diana to come over when she was free.

Alan felt a little tired, but now that he had taken over the matter, he had to do it well. Now that he had all the information in hand, he also had to have a good talk with Diana about some other things.

It's understandable that this happened for the first time.

But I had no experience before, so I have to learn a lesson from this incident. There won’t be a next time.

If a similar situation happens again in the future, Allen is not sure if he can handle it. What if he meets an unruly reporter again?

…

"Master!"

Little Stone was holding a small tray in his hand. He walked to Alan's desk, opened the lid of the tray, and found a pudding inside. He placed the pudding in front of Alan and said, "Master, please have some dessert and rest for a while."

"Um……"

Allen sorted the envelope and documents. After finishing, he pointed at the envelope and said, "This is a letter to the princess. You hand it to her in person. This is the document. Go to Highgrove Manor and hand it to Butler Capel in person. Remember, deliver the document first, then the letter..."

Little Stone nodded, picked up two things on the table, one large and one small, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked in a low voice: "Master... I don't know where the princess lives?"

Since Alan asked him to deliver it in two batches, it must be that the princess did not live in Highgrove Manor.

"So I asked you to deliver the information first. You should ask Huth more about these things. The princess now lives in Kensington Palace. You can only go there after you ask Butler Capel to write you a note."

Alan didn't have particularly high expectations for Xiao Shitou, the trainee housekeeper. He thought that some things would be understood slowly by listening more and asking more questions.

"Okay, I understand sir, I'll go now?"

"Go now!"