"Since the other party has stated that he is here on behalf of this Mr. Mora, then this must be a murder for hire. Send Mr. Bonilla away first! I will wait here for the local police to come and take over."
The policeman who was talking to Jacob Bonilla nodded and turned to look at Jacob Bonilla and said:
"Mr. Bonilla, although the current situation seems a little inappropriate, my superior has something he wants to discuss with you in person. I wonder if you can come with me?"
Jacob Bonilla was in a dilemma. As a prosecutor, he was very familiar with the police's case handling procedures. Logically, since a shooting had occurred here, he should stay at the scene and wait for the police to come and take a statement. He could leave only after he had a clear understanding of the situation at the scene.
But the two people in front of him were police officers, and they clearly stated that their superiors wanted to see him, so he certainly couldn't refuse to give them face. After hesitating for a while, he still asked:
"As a party involved, don't I have to stay at the scene and wait for the local police to come and take a statement?"
The policeman was stunned at first, then realized that the other party understood the police's case handling process, but he didn't care. He just smiled and shook his head and said:
"It's okay. We will submit a complete report on the situation at the scene. He was the one who fired the shot. He will be here to handle it.
As the victim, our first priority is to ensure your safety. Therefore, escorting you away is also a normal procedure. When the case is under investigation, it is not against the rules to come back and take your statement. "
...
...
Jacob Bonilla thought for a moment before nodding:
"Okay! I don't know where your superior is. Can I go home and talk to my family before going over there?"
The intelligence officer's attitude was very easygoing. He had no intention of forcibly taking him away. He just thought for a moment and nodded.
"No problem, we can take you home first."
This time, Jacob Bonilla was truly relieved. He was not afraid of the two policemen and the killers. He was mainly worried about their purpose of finding him. After all, they were not ordinary policemen, but intelligence police specializing in counter-espionage work.
How could he not be worried when being approached by such a person? Fortunately, judging from the other party's attitude, the other party did not intend to arrest him.
Because the crowded road was full of vehicles and Jacob Bonilla's vehicle could not leave the traffic at all, the police officer took him directly through the traffic, hailed a taxi on a less congested street, and walked towards his home.
When he got home, he teased his son for a while, told his wife that he had to go out to do something that night and might be back late, and then he followed the policeman into an Aston Martin military jeep parked downstairs of his house.
Apparently, during the time he was home, support from the intelligence police had arrived in a military jeep.
Jacob Bonilla didn't say much about this. Since the intelligence police had already found him, it meant that he had to go on this trip whether he was willing or not.
Otherwise, these intelligence police formed for counter-espionage purposes will not tell you the case handling process. As a prosecutor, he has a clear understanding of the powers of these intelligence police.
After driving around Belem for a few times, the car finally drove into the underground parking lot of an inconspicuous five-story office building. They took the elevator in the underground parking lot and went directly to the fifth floor.
After exiting the elevator, Jacob Bonilla was subjected to a strict body search by the guards at the door. After making sure that he did not have any dangerous or suspicious items on him, he was taken to a not-so-luxurious tea room.
This surprised Jacobo Bonilla very much. Although there are many Chinese people in Brazil now, the Chinese tea drinking habit has gradually influenced many Brazilians.
But he didn't expect that the intelligence police office area would have a special tea room. Although this tea room is not luxurious, the set of exquisite tea sets on the tea table is definitely worth a lot of money.
At least in Jacob Bonilla's opinion, it was definitely a set of fine ceramics. This made him wonder if the intelligence police chief who summoned him was a Chinese.
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long in the tea room before a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties, with a large scar at the corner of his eyebrow and a very strong aura, pushed the door open and walked in.
Even though Jacob Bonilla, as a state prosecutor, had experienced many big scenes and met many big figures, no big figure had ever had the strong aura of the man in front of him.
Although the other person smiled at him, he did not feel the slightest bit of friendliness from him. On the contrary, he felt a chill down his spine and his hair stood on end. He could not help but hurriedly stand up in a panic, swallowing hard, and for a moment, he did not know what to say.
The other party was obviously not surprised by his behavior. He just politely extended his right hand to him and said:
"Hello, Prosecutor Jacob Bonilla! Nice to meet you! My name is Sireo Recchi, you can call me Lieutenant Colonel Recchi."
Hearing that the other party was actually a lieutenant colonel, Jacob Bonilla became even more nervous. Although he knew the functions of the intelligence police, he was not clear about the specific organization of the intelligence police. Seeing that a lieutenant colonel wanted to see him, he couldn't help but become more nervous.
It wasn't that he was afraid of soldiers, but he was a little worried that the other party's purpose in looking for him might involve the military. Although Mr. Syrio Recchi was not wearing a military uniform, he could still tell from the way he walked that he was an officer.
He knew in his heart that since he had come here, he had no way to escape, so he could only bite the bullet and shake hands with the other party:
"Hello! Lieutenant Colonel Reitch."
Sirio Regis could sense the other party's nervousness. He took the initiative to reach out and gently hugged the other party, then motioned the other party to sit back on the stool, and walked to the main seat at the tea table and said:
"Haha... Mr. Bonilla, don't be nervous. We have no ill intentions in looking for you this time, and you haven't done anything against the law."
After saying this, he began to arrange the tea sets on the tea table in an orderly manner, without even asking Jacob Bonilla whether he liked tea or not.
After adding a few olive-shaped charcoals to the small red clay stove next to him and filling the small pottery pot with water, he looked up at Jacob Bonilla, who didn't know how to respond for a moment, and said:
"I just heard from my brothers that Mr. Bonilla was assassinated today. I wonder if our intelligence agency needs help to deal with this matter."
Hearing this, Jacob Bonilla couldn't help but frown. This guy is indeed not an ordinary intelligence policeman, but the Brazilian Intelligence Bureau directly under the military.
“No, no, I haven’t had time to thank the two police officers for saving my life today! If you hadn’t shown up in time, I would have died on the street right now.
If I am not mistaken, the killer should be the drug dealer who escaped the execution I sent to the gallows. I will continue to hunt them down according to the law. No need to trouble you!"
Upon hearing this, Syrio Regis said with a smile while arranging the tea sets on the tea table:
“Haha…it’s okay. Although cracking down on drug dealers is not our main job, it is not in line with our code of conduct to remain indifferent when we discover their existence.
What's more, this drug dealer is trying to retaliate against our Brazilian prosecutors. This is not just an act of retaliation against you personally, but a provocation to our entire Brazilian judicial system.
I have just issued an order to the local intelligence police, and they will launch a comprehensive hunt for the drug trafficker named Mora."
Seeing that Sireo Regis said this, Jacob Bonilla couldn't refuse for a moment, so he could only nod to express his gratitude:
"Thank you so much for your help."
Then he couldn't wait to ask:
"I wonder why you asked me to come here today...?"
It's not Jacob Bonilla's fault for getting straight to the point. As a prosecutor, he was reluctant to have too much contact with people from the intelligence department for fear of getting into trouble.
Cirio Recchi could understand this, but since he had come to him this time, he had no choice but to be involved in this matter. Seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to get involved with him too much, he didn't care, but smiled and said:
"Don't worry, Mr. Bonilla. We have no ill will towards you."
As he spoke, he took out two cans of tea from the tea table and said:
"I have some excellent Da Hong Pao and Tie Guan Yin here. I wonder what Mr. Bonilla likes to drink?"
In fact, Cirio Recchi knew Jacopo Bonilla very well. He was a typical Brazilian who was used to drinking coffee and rarely drank tea.
But this time, the other party had no right to choose according to his preferences and could only choose according to the topic that I had arranged for him.
Hearing this, Jacob Bonilla couldn't help but touch his nose awkwardly, and said:
"Excuse me, I don't know much about tea. What is the difference between these two types of tea?"
Syrio Regis glanced at the other party with a smile in his eyes. Seeing that the other party did not refuse his invitation for tea, he nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Dahongpao is a black tea, while Tieguanyin is a green tea."
"Then let's go with Tieguanyin!"
After hearing Cirio Reci's introduction, Jacob Bonilla didn't think much about it and directly chose green tea. Brazilians are different from the British, most of them like lighter teas.
Cyriorechi was not surprised by Jacob Bonilla's choice. Under Fang Lang's influence, he actually preferred black tea. Moreover, in his opinion, green tea like Tieguanyin was not suitable for the current Kung Fu tea set.
But since the guest had made the choice, he had to respect it. He could only smile and nod, pick up the Tieguanyin teapot, and start brewing tea.
It must be said that the influence of following Fang Lang for a long time made him very familiar with the process of brewing Kung Fu tea. He was confident and calm in doing it, which surprised Jacob Bonilla who saw this way of drinking tea for the first time.
But when a cup of clear and fragrant green tea was brought to Jacob Bonilla, he was still a little unresponsive.
When he saw Syrio Reci politely extending his hand to ask him for tea, he quickly reached out and picked up the small teacup, which was only big enough for one sip, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.
It was not until Syrio Recchi, who was standing opposite him, took the teacup and sniffed it, showing a satisfied smile, took another sip, squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was savoring the taste of the tea that he followed his example and put the teacup under his nose and sniffed it.
A light and elegant fragrance instantly rushed into Jacob Bonilla's nose, which lifted his spirits. He didn't expect that the tea would be so fragrant. Then he couldn't wait to take a sip. To his surprise, the tea soup didn't burn his mouth because it was made from freshly boiled water.
Instead, it was a temperature that he could accept. After taking a sip, he felt a completely different experience from coffee. The taste was mellow, without the slight sourness he had imagined. His eyes lit up.
He couldn't help but drink the whole cup of tea. Although the temperature was a little high, he still felt a different kind of comfort. Coupled with the slow and rhythmic brewing action of Sirio Recchi, Jacob Bonilla, who was originally a little nervous, quickly relaxed.
Cirio Recchi, who had been observing Jacob Bonilla's performance, couldn't help but smile. He had to admit that drinking Kung Fu tea together was indeed a way to quickly relax people.
“Mr. Bonilla is from El Salvador, right?”
Seeing that Jacob Bonilla's emotions were gradually calming down, Syrio Recchi said casually while refilling his empty cup with new tea.
This kind of casual chat made Jacob Bonilla feel more relaxed, and he answered without thinking:
“Yes, I was born in El Salvador.”
“How do you like your hometown?”
"Of course, there are beautiful sea views and a family that loves me, so of course I like it."
"I have also been to El Salvador twice, and I have to say that El Salvador has developed very well in the past two years. New factories are being built every day, the economy is growing very fast, and people's pockets are getting fatter.
The dilapidated shacks have been transformed into multi-story residential areas made of reinforced concrete. Everyone’s living environment has undergone tremendous changes, and the streets are filled with all kinds of cars.
I never dared to imagine this kind of change before!"
Hearing Cirio Recchi's sigh, Jacob Bonilla was a little surprised. He understood that there must be a reason why the other party said these words to him, but the other party did not say it directly, so he was not in a hurry. He just followed the other party's topic and said:
"Yes! It's not just El Salvador, it's the same in Belém where we are now! There weren't so many cars in Belém a few years ago. Many people couldn't even afford to eat, let alone buy a car to get around."
He really wanted to complain about the terrible traffic conditions in Belem, but after thinking about the other party's identity, he forced himself to do it.
After hearing what he said, Syrio Reci also smiled.
“In recent years, the development speed of Brazil as a whole is visible to the naked eye, almost exceeding the development speed of the previous decades. We are lucky to have caught up with the good times!
However, I heard many people say that all this is thanks to the Americans, what do you think? "
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
