After hearing what Craig said, Hook Nose did not continue to ask questions, but began to tap his fingers rhythmically on the table.
He was not interested in Vox's bribery of the police chief.
It is unlikely that the police chief would buy arms from Vox.
So why did Vox start preparing munitions after meeting the police chief?
It's not like the bodyguard Craig was unaware of the relationship between the police chief and him, so why didn't he let the bodyguard know who he was meeting with this time?
Craig, who was sitting opposite, became nervous again when he saw that the hook-nosed man stopped asking questions.
Now he is very afraid that the information he provided is worthless and he will be punished again.
This forced him to exercise his subjective initiative and continue to recall his experiences of the past few days to see if there were any other clues.
Before he could remember anything, the hook-nosed man started asking questions again.
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"Are you sure that the only people in the box that day were Vox and the police chief?"
Craig was stunned. He had never thought about this question. Now that the other party asked it, he could only recall the situation of that day again.
Soon his mind moved, and he quickly said:
"That day, when Vasek and I were sitting in the lobby waiting for the boss, we saw two other people sitting outside.
His eyes kept looking towards the boss and his friends' box.
At that time, Vasek also said that the other party might have bad intentions and wanted to approach him to question him.
But I thought that this was my territory, and it was better to have less trouble than more, so I didn't go over there.
Now that I think about it, those two guys might be bodyguards like us.”
"You mean, there's someone else in the box, right?"
Craig was not sure about this matter, so he could only hesitate and say:
"Maybe. I...I'm not sure."
The hook nose smiled and said:
"Very good, don't be nervous, as long as you cooperate with our investigation, we will not harm you.
If your answer satisfies me, you can go home tomorrow morning."
When Craig heard this, he was overjoyed and the trembling in his body seemed to have subsided a lot.
"Really? Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!
I will fully cooperate."
The hook-nosed man smiled and nodded, then continued to ask:
"Do you remember what those two people looked like? Have you seen them anywhere else?"
Craig thought about it carefully before saying:
“I remember what they looked like, and I should be able to recognize them if I see them again.
They are not from Recife, I have never seen them in Recife.
And they’re definitely not gang members.”
"Oh! You think they are not from the mafia? Why?"
"It feels like they don't have that smell, it's just the smell of us."
Although Craig's words were not very clear, the hook-nosed man understood what he meant.
"So what kind of people do you think they are like?"
Craig shuddered, shrank his neck, and thought carefully for a while before saying in an uncertain tone:
“I feel like they are a bit like bodyguards for those big shots.
Just like the people who stood beside the mayor when he was running for office.”
Hearing this, the hook-nosed man's eyes narrowed. It seems that this matter is not simple!
Now he has deduced a lot from Craig's words. Apparently, this business was introduced to Vox through the Chief of Police.
The person who purchased this batch of arms was obviously a more powerful figure than the police chief.
However, further in-depth investigation may be needed to determine who this person is.
Today's harvest was quite a big one. He looked up at Craig who was soaking wet and shivering.
He smiled and said:
"Okay! That's all we'll ask you today. Go back, change your clothes and have a good rest.
I will continue to work with Vox tomorrow.
You know what we want to know, so I hope you'll watch Walkers' every move carefully from now on.
If you can provide useful clues, we can give you an appropriate reward.
Do you understand? "
Craig couldn't believe his ears. The other party was going to let him go.
He looked at the hook-nosed man in disbelief and said tremblingly:
"Sir, are you serious?
I...I don't have to die, right?"
The hook-nosed man smiled and nodded:
“As I said, we are an intelligence agency directly under the Ministry of National Defense, and our main job is counterintelligence.
What we want to track down is the guy who purchased the arms from Vox.
Now we suspect that he wants to use this batch of arms to carry out anti-government activities.
Now that we're sure you weren't involved, we certainly won't make things difficult for you.
But as a Brazilian citizen, you have an obligation to help us find this dangerous individual.
Do you understand? "
Hearing what the hook-nosed man said, Craig cursed in his heart, I would never believe you.
You didn't just say I'm a Brazilian citizen.
If I hadn't told the truth, I would have been killed by you by now!
However, the other party's meaning was very clear, which was to let himself be an undercover agent beside Vox.
Monitor Vox's every move so that they can find the person who purchased the arms from Vox.
As for rejecting the other party's request, Craig didn't even dare to have such an idea.
If I really dare to refuse the other party, I will probably become a missing person for no apparent reason!
Besides, even if I don't monitor Vox, is there no one else monitoring him?
Think about Luna, and then think about the people around Vox, who can withstand such torture?
Since you know you can't beat the other side, of course you should consciously join them!
If someone asked, wouldn't I feel bad for betraying Vox, my uncle?
I would definitely spit in his face. According to this logic, isn't Luna my aunt?
Have you seen me being polite?
Alas! Women are such a nuisance! If it weren't for my aunt Luna, I wouldn't have been arrested, let alone tortured.
Just thinking about it makes me gnashing with hatred.
It’s not that I hate Luna, but I hate myself for not living up to my expectations.
In Craig's eyes, Luna is now a poisonous snake. She looks so tempting, but she is actually very deadly.
He had already suffered some psychological trauma from being frightened by Luna.
When I thought of Luna, I imagined her smiling at me seductively, but holding a gun in her hand.
This is really terrible.
"Understood, understood! Please rest assured, sir!
I will keep a close eye on Vox and find out the spy."
Craig had a flattering look on his face, and there was none of the viciousness that a gangster should have.
The hook-nosed man was obviously not surprised by this situation, and said with a nonchalant expression:
"Catching spies is our job, you just need to use your eyes to observe and your ears to listen.
It's our job to do it, understand?"
"Okay, okay, just listen and watch, no action.
If I find out something, how can I inform you?"
Craig's self-awareness was beyond Hook-Nose's imagination, if he hadn't already known that this guy was just a small-time gangster.
The hook-nosed man began to suspect whether the other party was trying to spy on him.
He looked at Craig carefully for a few times and confirmed that he did not want to know the office location of the Intelligence Agency personnel.
He nodded, his eyes were cold, and he said casually:
“If you find anything, you can tell Miss Luna.
She'll find a way to let us know."
When Craig heard that he was going to tell Luna the information, his heart trembled. He had just been thinking of staying away from Luna from now on!
I didn’t expect I couldn’t avoid it!
The hook-nosed man also noticed Craig's hesitation and said in a bad tone:
"Why not? We can also come to you."
How could Craig dare to let these killers come to his house? When the time comes, he will just report the situation badly and continue the interrogation.
"No, no,
Please rest assured, sir, I will report all situations to Miss Luna in a timely manner."
The hook-nosed man remained noncommittal and gestured to the two men behind Craig.
Craig was hooded again and taken out.
This time Craig was not afraid, which was unusual. He was a smart man.
I know that the other party is going to release me.
But when the two men helped him up, he found that he was actually a little unstable at this moment, his whole body was wet, and his body was still shaking uncontrollably.
The most embarrassing thing was that he felt his crotch was wet without knowing when.
But at this time, he couldn't care about these things. Being able to regain his freedom was the greatest happiness for him.
This time he was stuffed into a car, taken around in circles, and when he opened his eyes, he was back at his doorstep.
He was sitting by the window behind the main driver's seat. There were two other people in the car, one was driving and the other was sitting on his right, holding a black cloth hood in his hand.
Both of them were looking at him unkindly.
He didn't think that the other party was considering him and sent him to his doorstep on purpose.
He believed that this was a warning to him: we know where your home is, we also know the situation at your home, don't even think about escaping.
You know, he has never been interrogated about his family situation.
But the other party did just that and drove the car directly to his doorstep.
From this we can see that what the other party said about wanting to meet me for a long time was not false.
Craig smiled ingratiatingly at the two indifferent, silent men in suits in the car:
"Thank you, thank you both officers for seeing me off.
Would you like to come over for a cup of coffee?"
Neither of them spoke, but the man in a suit sitting next to him reached over him and opened the door on his side.
Craig understood that this was a way for him to get off the bus.
He could only smile ingratiatingly at the two of them and get out of the car.
As soon as I got off the car, I felt something being stuffed into my pocket.
When he touched it, he found it was a pistol. It seemed to be the pistol that he carried with him and was taken away by Luna.
At this time, when he touched the pistol again, he felt mixed emotions.
Originally, he simply thought that as long as he had a gun and was a good shooter, he could have a place in the gang.
But today's experience made him realize that having a gun is nothing special.
I looked up at my home and suddenly felt a sense of happiness that I had never felt before.
It turns out that home is so warm and healing.
Suppressing the involuntary trembling of his body, Craig ignored the car parked behind him and strode into his home.
When he returned home, he did not disturb anyone in the house.
After all, it is already very late at night. If I wake up my family and are seen by them in such a miserable state, I will be too embarrassed to face them.
But when he walked back to his room to take a shower and go to bed, he looked at the water in the bathtub and shivered involuntarily.
It seems that today's experience has indeed left an indelible impact on his life.
The car outside the house did not leave until it confirmed that the lights in his room were on.
That night, some people put down the heavy stone in their hearts and lived in peace.
But some people live a very long life, and even leave a lifelong psychological trauma.
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