Chapter 1137: Rumors, Shaken Trust, and Death

Rumors, Shaken Trust, and Death

Such a warning does not possess any threat to Roland at all. As the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, he actually looks forward to these people taking the initiative to find him.

It is already past ten o'clock. After being awakened, although there is still a strong sleepiness, he cannot fall asleep no matter what while lying on the bed.

He sits there and smokes a cigarette, coughs a few times, and then changes into clothes and gets up.

There are still many things to do today.

He first goes to see Bob. Bob and some of his confidants are well taken care of. Everything that might threaten their lives has been confiscated here.

Before their value is completely squeezed dry, Roland does not allow them to die.

While staring at people interrogating these cases, he, sitting in the office, gradually begins to ponder the meaning of the phone call in the morning; he seems to have found some "points."

He frowns, and soon someone comes outside his office with an expression of suspicion and uncertainty on his face.

"What's wrong?", he asks while sitting there.

The person who walks in is a senior agent supervisor, who is also his confidant.

This supervisor enters the office, closes the door, walks to the opposite side of the desk, and sits down, "I just heard some rumors while I was handling work."

At this time, Roland's attention is still focused on the phone call in the morning; he hasn't reacted yet.

If this were just a very ordinary or unimportant rumor, then without a doubt, his subordinate wouldn't have come specifically to talk about this matter, "What rumor?"

The supervisor takes a deep breath, "Locals are spreading it, saying that Bob confessed many things, things about him colluding with government officials."

"They also say...", he pauses, observing Director Roland's complexion, "They also say the mastermind behind this matter is Mr. Potter, who wants to force more people to support him by grasping these pieces of evidence and black materials."

"They say you are Mr. Potter's dog; biting people is not your purpose, it is Mr. Potter's purpose."

Hearing this, Director Roland finally reacts. He stands up abruptly, curses a "Fuck," stares at the supervisor sitting opposite with wide eyes, and his chest heaves violently!

He knows too well the harm these rumors, or things called rumors, have to him and to Mr. Potter!

Although he doesn't think he is Mr. Potter's dog, at the current stage, he does indeed need to rely on Mr. Potter to stand firm in the federal political arena.

Once Mr. Potter wins the election, he will possess the privileges granted by the Presidential Palace. Before Mr. Potter leaves office, he will have the ability to face Congress directly.

In this process, eight years is enough for him to grasp the privacy and secrets of many people in the high levels of Congress and even the federal political arena. After the new president takes office, he can turn around and rely on Congress, not to say to confront the Presidential Palace, but at least to maintain the independence of the Federal Bureau of Investigation!

He wants to stay in this position for a long time; perhaps one day in the future, he will also have the opportunity to become the president of the Federation.

Just becoming a Federal Bureau of Investigation director with independent power cannot change this gloomy world.

Only by becoming the federal president is it possible to let the sunlight shine on the earth again!

Regardless of how grand his future plans are, these grand plans start from the insignificant.

If now his relationship with Mr. Potter becomes very stiff, and even makes Mr. Potter feel that he is not good for his election and future work, then he will soon be cleared out.

He hasn't stood firm yet; he doesn't have the qualification to say "no" to those truly big figures!

He walks back and forth, his complexion having become extremely terrible. If this matter is not handled well, it will become a political disaster—a disaster belonging to him!

"Can you check where this news came from?", he stops and looks at his supervisor.

The supervisor says "Uh" twice, appearing a bit nervous because Director Roland's performance at this moment is a bit abnormal, "I asked, and our local agent said it was just some locals spreading it. He just treated it as an ordinary rumor and didn't investigate deeply."

"Fuck!", Director Roland curses again, "This is a lack of positive work attitude and a lack of sensitivity to work responsibility. How could such a big matter be let go so easily?"

"Immediately arrange for people to investigate, check clearly, and see if you can find the source."

"Now!"

In fact, at this moment, Director Roland already has some vague guesses in his heart. If it is said that creating this black rumor is most beneficial to whom, then without a doubt, the Social Party side will benefit.

As a smart person who he thinks he is, he knows very well that once he and Mr. Potter and the Freedom Party have an unpleasantness and are not trusted by them, he loses all his reliance.

Those people in the Social Party, such as Lanse and Senator Cleveland behind him, would find it as easy as playing to deal with him.

He must stabilize his basic board.

He immediately sits back down and picks up the phone, dialing Mr. Potter's phone number.

Although the phone is connected, the person answering is not Mr. Potter, but his aide, who says Mr. Potter went to the bathroom.

As for when he will return, no one knows; it might need to wait a while.

This also makes Director Roland not dare to leave. He must report this matter to Mr. Potter immediately, at least not to produce any unpleasant misunderstandings between him and Mr. Potter.

At the same time, two people wearing Federal Bureau of Investigation agent uniforms walk in from the main gate. In the past few days, many Federal Bureau of Investigation agents from other regions have come to the old city branch, so the management of personnel is very chaotic.

As long as they wear uniforms and have certificates, those agents responsible for security will not question them too much. After all, they are all from New Jincheng and transferred from other places; it is normal for everyone not to know each other.

This is actually a very rare opportunity, an opportunity to learn from each other, to get to know each other, and it can also be considered a kind of interpersonal relationship.

Two agents who look like real agents walk into the Federal Bureau of Investigation branch in such a swaggering manner.

They soon come to the floor where Bob is detained and also see Bob, who is detained in the room; there is a window on the door.

However, there is an agent guarding here by the door. It looks like without Director Roland's permission, there is no way to enter.

The two are not discouraged. Someone goes to look for other opportunities to see if there are any other ways to enter the room, while the other walks toward the pantry.

There are quite a few people in the pantry. Among ten people, only one or two know each other, and the rest don't know each other, which also makes them appear very polite and courteous.

The disguised tall agent also follows the rules and begins to queue in front of the coffee machine. He also takes a tray and two cups.

Everyone is chatting while queuing, and he is also chatting with others, saying where he is from and what his name is. It is just some simple mutual understanding, and it is very difficult to reveal any flaws.

After waiting for a few minutes, it is the disguised tall agent's turn. He makes two cups of coffee and also asks for two sandwiches.

"You haven't eaten breakfast yet?", the staff member responsible for providing food and coffee is a bit curious; it is almost noon.

He can understand drinking coffee; things have indeed been a lot in the past two days, everyone's work is troublesome, and they need a cup of coffee to refresh themselves.

But eating sandwiches at this time, isn't it a bit too late?

"Or is this your lunch?"

"Do you need me to give you two more cans of luncheon meat?"

During the war, the Federation produced a large number of cans. After the war, many factories still had inventory, but considering that these factories and Congress had signed contracts, these cans were distributed as welfare from the federal government.

In short, they would rather give them to people who don't need them than cancel this part of the order.

How can there be a reason to spit out what has already entered the mouth?

The disguised tall agent smiles and declines, "Just pad the stomach first; we will go out to eat when it's time for lunch. In short... thank you."

He carries the coffee to the fire escape. When there is no one around, he puts some powder into the two cups of coffee and stirs it.

These compound poisons have no pungent smell and no color; when dissolved in coffee, they cannot be felt at all.

Originally, Lanse's idea was to find an opportunity to let the bearded director finish off Bob, but now he has been caught in the hands of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, so the bearded director basically has no possibility of doing it himself.

He chatted with the bearded director for a few words. The bearded director is now not so obsessed with taking revenge himself; after all, he has obtained too many things, and he has also ushered in a new life.

Lanse heard that he has been fooling around with some very young girls in the past two days. Those girls around eighteen, nineteen, or twenty have become frequent visitors to his residence. Perhaps he wants to vent the painful emotions of losing his family, and people are very understanding of this.

Since the bearded director does not insist on doing it himself, Lanse, in order to make this rumor not so easy to end, wants to finish off Bob.

Bob shuts his mouth, death without proof, and what he said to Director Roland, only Director Roland himself knows.

This is equivalent to a crotch full of poop; no matter if you say it's not poop, or it's just peanut butter, no one will believe it, because people only believe what they see, and that damn thing is poop.

Once the rumor begins to spread, people will no longer believe Director Roland, and he has no way to prove himself, because all his self-proofs will be questioned by others.

This is a dead knot.

Since he has taken action, and Senator Cleveland has also decided to do so, Lanse must make the entire plan look very perfect.

The disguised tall agent carrying the poisoned coffee and food comes to the room where Bob is detained, "They said they will come over to interrogate Bob in a while, let me send some food and drink in first; this might take a long time."

The guard responsible for watching glances at the disguised tall agent, and then looks at the coffee and food.

He reaches out and touches it; the coffee is hot, even a bit scalding. Subsequently, he checks the food and sandwiches again, and there is nothing wrong with them. His expression relaxes quite a bit, "The coffee here tastes good; I have to say, they used the funds in the right place!"

A smile appears on his face, "You can carry the things in, but don't talk to that guy, not even a word. I will watch you; don't make it difficult for me!"

The disguised tall agent has good psychological quality; he smiles and nods, "I know the rules!"

"Good to know!", the guard moves away a bit, revealing the door lock behind him. Immediately after, he takes out the key, opens the door, and then stands at the entrance.

The disguised tall agent carries the tray in, doesn't speak, and just puts it on the table.

Bob also rested very poorly last night; fear and anxiety made him wake up not long after falling asleep. Because there was no instruction from Director Roland, no one had contacted him, let alone breakfast or anything.

A person with stable living habits who suddenly sleeps poorly one day, gets up early, and hasn't eaten breakfast is very uncomfortable.

At this moment, seeing the coffee and food, his expression also changes.

After all, he wants to live, and for this, he can cooperate with the Federal Bureau of Investigation, can cooperate with anyone, and say things they are interested in.

The disguised tall agent just puts down the tray and then leaves; there are no extra movements in the whole process.

The guard at the door only speaks after he leaves, "They will come back to continue chatting with you in a while. If I were you, I would fill my stomach first!"

Saying this, he turns around and closes the room door, waiting for Director Roland's arrival.

And that agent who sent the food over doesn't know where he has gone.

In the room, Bob eats the sandwiches in big mouthfuls; the strong desire to survive overcomes other things in his mind. Eating a bit choked, he picks up the coffee and drinks it in big mouthfuls.

The feeling of these foods and water entering the stomach and gradually filling the body makes his whole body filled with a sense of security called "full." But immediately after, he begins to feel a bit uncomfortable.

His throat is like being pinched by an invisible hand, completely locked.

He cannot catch his breath, and only by using all his strength can a trace of air be inhaled into his lungs.

He wants to stand up to seek help; at this time, he still doesn't know whether he is poisoned or some other situation has occurred, but in such a short time in his body, there is no strength at all.

He lies on the table, wanting to do something, but can do nothing, and the person gradually loses consciousness.

From the time he finishes drinking the coffee to falling into a coma and then to death, the whole process is only three or four minutes.

The guard outside looks inside again after a while; he sees Bob lying on the table and doesn't continue to pay attention, turning his head to continue chatting with his colleagues beside him.

Eating and drinking enough and sleeping for a while, he doesn't feel that this is an abnormal thing.

On the other side, Director Roland has already connected to Mr. Potter. Mr. Potter, while wiping his hands, returns behind his desk. He looks at the receiver on the table and looks at his aide with some surprise.

"It's Roland's call."

Mr. Potter sits back in his chair. He cleans his pants, glances at the zipper area of his pants to make sure there is no lipstick stain, and then feels relieved.

He picks up the phone, "I am Potter, what happened?"

"Thank God, Mr. Potter, you finally answered the phone!"

Listening to Director Roland's slightly anxious voice, Mr. Potter feels a bit strange, "Did something bad happen?"

"You could say that!", Director Roland doesn't hide anything and tells everything that happened yesterday, as well as what he just learned.

After listening to his complete narration of the whole matter, Mr. Potter thinks for a while and says, "I believe what you said is true. This might be some conspiracy means of our enemies, just to make us distrust each other."

"Roland, I trust you, but these rumors are indeed very troublesome. I have a suggestion."

Director Roland naturally won't oppose the suggestion he puts forward, "You say."

"Send Bob on a car under the care of many people, and send him to New Jincheng. We will arrange for people to interrogate and guard him, and let some... people who might be in the rumors also participate, ensuring that they clearly understand that those rumors are false, as well as their purpose."

In fact, this is still a bit of distrust, just that the words are said very nicely. After all, he is a politician and can always say something not so decent in a high-sounding way.

At this time, Director Roland also doesn't care to analyze whether these requests have deeper interpretations. Yesterday, how much he valued holding Bob in his hands, now he wants to get this hot fireball away from his side that much.

"I will arrange it immediately!"

This is also something he has to face. His complexion is a bit gloomy because the rumors are not all fake. He did indeed force out a lot of key information, for example, the Perez family has connections with those big figures, and how much interest needs to be transported out every year to maintain these relationships.

How it was transported, through what method, whose account it went through, he has already obtained a part of what he wanted.

Once they confront each other, if Bob talks nonsense, he might be very passive, so before that, he must have a conversation with Bob and tell him not to talk nonsense.

This matter is very important, important to the point that he doesn't even have time to handle other work. After putting down the phone, he walks directly toward the interrogation room.

When he arrives at the entrance of the interrogation room, he glances at the guard and says, "Open the door."

Before the guard opens the door, he sees Bob lying on the table "sleeping" in the room, as well as the tray in front of Bob, on which there are two cups and a sandwich.

"You sent him the food?", Director Roland's tone is clearly a bit unhappy. His order is not to allow anyone to contact Bob without his knowledge. Clearly, someone entered when he didn't know, so those foods and cups appeared inside.

The guard who is opening the door is stunned, "Just now someone said it was your instruction to send some food and coffee over, saying it was to continue interrogating Bob..."

Director Roland's complexion changes drastically. He pushes the guard away directly, opens the door quickly, and then rushes to Bob's side, grabbing his hair to make him lift his head.

However, what he sees is Bob with a rosy complexion. He closes his eyes, and there is a bit of white foam at the corner of his mouth, looking like he is very normal.

As his finger presses on Bob's carotid artery, he turns his head to look at the guard, "Immediately let everyone stay where they are, no one is allowed to leave!"

"Then, you go and find that person who sent the food for me!"

"Immediately!"

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