Chapter 1141: Racing on the Time Track

From holding on to the final compromise, anyone will have a process, and this process is not long.

As long as a thought of wanting to give up breeds in their minds, even if it is just an unintentional thought, the ending of the story is already determined.

The guard knows the work process of the Federal Bureau of Investigation very well and also understands that this is a privileged institution.

It is not quite the same as law enforcement agencies like the police station, the Hazardous Materials Administration, and the Supervision Office.

These institutions still follow the most basic constitutional requirements of the Federation. They are just a link in the entire law enforcement system. Even the Hazardous Materials Administration, their power is great, but the coverage is very small.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation is different. It has freer law enforcement power and is also connected to the Presidential Palace and Congress.

What are these two departments doing?

Any problem that might not conform to the process in law or other issues, or other problems in the federal system, can be solved through "Presidential Special Order."

If the Presidential Special Order cannot solve this problem, then Congress might even legislate specifically for them.

Such a violent department under the product of centralization, you intend to resist them hard, it has no meaning at all.

The guard also participated in the trial of some cases. The cases were not big, which could be considered as being practiced by the Federal Bureau of Investigation after it officially started work.

Up to now, he hasn't found anyone who could hold on to the end after Roland decided, and everyone is like this, holding on hard until halfway, and then they can't take it anymore.

In fact... sometimes he would also consider, if they hold on a bit more, will this side give up on their... continued interrogation.

However, later he felt himself that even if he persisted, there wouldn't necessarily be any good results.

Because these people responsible for torture have no humanity.

To put it more colloquially, people with humanity cannot do this job. Using crazy torture and harming their own kind as work, a normal person cannot bear these.

You watch your own kind scream in front of you, completely abandoning dignity and personality. Perhaps for a few people, it will feel very cool.

But in reality, after being cool, a new thing will breed, a kind of fear.

And those who can hold on, often their spirit has already become perverted.

Discussing with a pervert whether you can survive his torture might be a huge joke.

Whether Director Roland is perverted, the guard doesn't know clearly, but he knows that a normal person wouldn't lock himself here and then use this method to force himself to say something he is interested in.

In other words, at this moment, Director Roland is actually already perverted, and perhaps only he himself doesn't know it.

The guard doesn't know why he could think of so many things in a very short time. He feels the pain in his body, and his expression also reveals a distortion that is just right, just like the torture his body has received.

But his heart, at this moment, is calm. Could it be that he already knows the ending?

"What do you want me to say?!", after a break after a beating, he looks at Director Roland, who is lighting a cigarette for himself, and asks with a somewhat hoarse throat.

Director Roland just looks at him, his expression a bit grim, and a bit grotesque that cannot be said, as if there is some apology, and as if there is some hatred. He shakes his head, "I know, you haven't reached the limit yet."

This sentence makes the guard stunned for a moment. Immediately after, he erupts with the first anger since he was locked in here!

"You damn aren't a person, you bitch-raised thing. We all know I am innocent, yet you are here saying what I haven't reached the limit yet?"

Director Roland puts the cigarette he smoked twice on the edge of the table. He licks his lips, "Look, you still have the courage and strength to scold me, which means you are still resisting. You have to understand, this is the Federal Bureau of Investigation, there is nothing we cannot investigate!"

He raises his fist again. Other agents at the door sigh, silently moving their gaze away.

When Director Roland returns to the side of the table, that cigarette placed on the edge of the table has already burned out.

Only a pinch of ash is left.

He lights another one, takes a deep drag, looks at the miserable guard, and exhales slowly, "We still have enough time."

Just like Director Roland arranged for people to watch Lanse, Lanse also arranged for people to watch Director Roland. When Lanse heard that Director Roland had taken people away from the old city, he immediately called the senior agent supervisor who had already defected.

"Roland took a few people away today. Do you know where he went?"

Lanse's question on the phone was very direct, which made the senior agent supervisor not react for a while, but after a while, as if thinking of something, "Roland is currently in the investigation bureau. I heard he is interrogating an important person."

This news makes Lanse feel a bit interesting, "Who is he interrogating?"

Since the senior agent supervisor has already leaned over and traded news several times, he won't cover up anything. For him now, letting Lanse topple Roland is clearly more meaningful.

"Seems to be that guard on duty, the one who let the person in."

The entire plan was planned by Lanse. He of course knows this person is innocent. He associates it with Roland's words before, and he seems to have guessed some truth about the matter roughly.

"What reason did he use?"

The senior agent supervisor doesn't know this reason at all. He didn't specifically inquire about it. He turned around. Although he was in his office and only he was alone, he still had a look of being a bit guilty.

"I don't know clearly, but I can go and inquire."

Lanse considers it for a while and gives him an affirmative answer, "You can, but pay attention to your own safety."

"In addition, I am considering a matter, whether it is necessary to develop more people in the Federal Bureau of Investigation, whether for your safety or because you also need help."

This sentence sounds very nice, and there is no skill, soothing his emotions, and then stating his purpose. It is a very ordinary communication method.

The senior agent supervisor is a bit inexplicably moved, "You look at it and do it."

Saying this, he pauses and adds another sentence, "I will pay attention to safety."

After putting down the phone, he carries his coffee cup and leaves his office. Clearly, he could let his assistant go and change a cup of coffee for him, but he still went personally because he wanted to inquire about news.

And the pantry is clearly the most popular "intelligence exchange place" in the Federal Bureau of Investigation at present, none of them.

Almost all agents who are busy and have leisure time will take the opportunity here to rest, relax, smoke a cigarette, and then exchange some intelligence when they give themselves a cup of coffee.

So it became popular in such a strange way. When the senior agent supervisor came here, the pantry, which originally had people, immediately became a bit quiet.

The senior agent supervisor smiles and pours himself a cup of coffee, "Don't you allow me to be tired for a while?"

Federal people like humor and self-mockery. His sentence immediately opened everyone's emotions, and people laughed and expressed agreement. Who the hell can keep working without being tired?

That is a cow, that is a horse!

Because of the addition of a senior agent supervisor, people's conversation began to become interesting, more like a kind of... showing off to this supervisor, they chatted about topics that the senior agent supervisor didn't know in the office.

For example, who is dating whom in the investigation bureau. There are also female agents here. After all, their delicate emotions can allow them to handle many things that men cannot handle patiently.

So someone dating is a very interesting thing.

Others chatted about some problems in cases, some strange contents discovered in cases. For example, an agent claimed that in the case he was

He calls himself "the greatest cook in the Federation," and his ingredients, naturally, are those unique members of his own kind.

Originally, they couldn't catch this cook, but perhaps the cook felt there was no challenge left, so he began to actively provoke the police and the Federal Bureau of Investigation, playing a guessing game with them.

Now, they have already caught the "cook's" little tail, and soon they will be able to drag him out from the crowd.

This kind of topic resonates well within the Federal Bureau of Investigation, because most of the cases they encounter now are those that local police departments are unwilling to take on or cannot solve.

Local governments and police departments certainly don't like the Federal Bureau of Investigation snatching cases like this; since you want criminal cases so much, that's great, there's still a pile of unsolved cases in the archives, you go handle them!

Director Luo Lan does not refuse any of these cases; he doesn't demand they be solved, but mainly uses them to increase everyone's ideas regarding criminal investigation. Many of these case files were investigated by outstanding police detectives and private investigators of the time working together, and one can learn a lot from these records.

People were talking among themselves, and soon the agent supervisor chatted about that guard, saying with some emotion, "I really don't know what kind of temptation he was under to betray us!"

As an emerging law enforcement agency full of sunshine and future, these agents have a strong sense of honor, and they immediately began to condemn the guard together.

At this moment, someone who knew the inside story stood up and took the initiative to explain, though it was more like showing off, "I heard that a sum of money was deposited into his account. He couldn't explain the origin of this money, which is why it was seized."

"I really don't know how much money it would take to make him betray his job, and us, and his dreams, his honor!"

The atmosphere at this moment was somewhat silent, because the content of the matter clearly conflicted with their drive.

Everyone knows that their ideals should be priceless, but someone at this time set a bad example; he sold his dream... for a sum of money.

The senior agent supervisor also sighed, "Alright, I should go back. If I don't go back, they're going to put together a team to come here and rescue me."

This was obviously a little joke, and everyone took the initiative to say goodbye to him.

He carried his coffee back to his office, locked the door, and then dialed the number Lanse had given him.

"I asked around. Luo Lan says that guard received a sum of dirty money; this is the evidence."

After hearing this, Lanse didn't find it strange. This method of framing is the lowest in cost, the fastest in effect, and the hardest to explain.

You say this money has nothing to do with you, then who the hell would deposit such a large sum of money into your account?

If someone made a mistake, don't they know to recover this money?

So this money must have something to do with you.

As long as there is a reason, an excuse to take action, a "trumped-up charge."

Then the following things will be easy to handle.

It's not necessarily dogs that bite; people can do it too.

"Do you have the guard's personal information and account number?"

The senior agent supervisor quickly went to the archives department, checked the guard's personal information, and then gave it all to Lanse.

On the other end of the phone, Lanse, having obtained some key information, wore a playful smile on his face.

If he could prove that this money actually didn't come from himself, but from Director Luo Lan or someone related to him, wouldn't this plot be even more worth watching?

He immediately dialed the phone number of his friend at the bank. Compared to Director Luo Lan's caution, he appeared much more casual.

"Help me check an account. See which accounts this account has had dealings with, and whether there have been any instances of large amounts of cash being deposited into these accounts in the last few days."

As a guest of honor at the bank, Lanse's request is equivalent to God's request; after all, a large amount of money is laundered and deposited into the bank every year.

Not to mention small banks fearing bank runs, large banks are actually afraid of them too. Every bank run is a huge loss. If Lanse were unhappy and transferred his money away, the bank might have multiple projects that need to be terminated simultaneously.

So, they quickly investigated the accounts related to the guard and the recent status of these accounts.

"Can you trace which account this... fifty thousand dollars came from?"

Because it was an out-of-state transfer, it would take some time to investigate. Of course, this doesn't mean they couldn't investigate it; since Lanse called the head office, they would certainly be able to handle it.

The manager he was speaking with emphasized, "It was forty-nine thousand eight hundred dollars and a two-hundred-dollar transfer, totaling fifty thousand dollars. These were two separate transactions."

Upon hearing this, Lanse showed a strange expression, "Intended to transfer fifty thousand, but discovered there was no money left in the account?"

The bank manager chuckled twice, "That's possible. So, do you still want to trace these two accounts?"

Lanse considered it, "Check them. Who the two accounts belong to, their transaction history, and the status and information of the accounts involved in those transactions—I need to know all of it."

After a brief silence, the bank manager said, "We generally do not disclose depositor information."

"However, Mr. White, you are our most distinguished VIP, so I will make an exception and help you investigate this information. But I hope you won't disclose these matters; after all, it..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning he wanted to express was already clear.

Lanse naturally agreed, and then the bank manager indicated that he needed two hours.

It was also during this process that the guard finally couldn't hold out any longer. Without needing Director Luo Lan to prompt him on what to say, he took the initiative and said, "It's Lanse, stop hitting me, it's Lanse!"

They were using steel needles to prick his more sensitive and painful areas, and he finally couldn't hold out and couldn't take it anymore.

Director Luo Lan hadn't even reminded him who to name, yet he knew who he was supposed to name. This is what Director Luo Lan considers "reaching the limit."

He finally opened his mouth to "confess."

Director Luo Lan had someone take away the torture instruments. He pulled up a chair, sat opposite the guard who was barely human, lit a cigarette, and stuffed it into the other man's mouth, "Look, since you knew you would have to say it sooner or later, why suffer so much?"

"You're an old agent, you should understand."

The guard wanted to smile, but couldn't at all. He took a greedy drag of the cigarette, and his whole body seemed to become a bit more comfortable because of that puff.

"It's Lanse, Lanse made me do it. He said he'd give me a sum of money after it was done. Now that money is in my... family's account."

Director Luo Lan was very satisfied with his answer. This kind of proactive confession from someone who can't take it anymore has more authenticity than him inducing a confession. Even if someone were to watch this recording, they would feel it was real.

"So you let the person in."

The guard nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I watched him enter the room carrying the poisoned coffee and sandwich, and then I urged him to leave as soon as he was done. I didn't want to attract anyone's attention, but I didn't expect you to find out anyway."

A smile appeared on Director Luo Lan's face. Once a person reaches their limit, they become very cooperative.

He sighed, "You have caused a lot of trouble and inconvenience for our work. Was the person who did the poisoning also one of Lanse's men?"

The guard immediately nodded in agreement. This was clearly an induced confession; otherwise, he really didn't know what else to say, "I heard that's the case, he was sent by Lanse."

Director Luo Lan pursed his lips. He stood up and looked down at the guard, "You betrayed my trust in you, and you sold your dreams and future for a pittance. You will be punished for your stupid actions, and the law will give you a fair result."

"Take him down and bandage him up. The rest of you come with me back to the old city; we're going to go have another chat with Lanse."

Now that there was a witness, plus the dirty money in the bank, even if he couldn't send Lanse to court, he could still make him suffer a heavy blow.

Once inside the Federal Bureau of Investigation, he didn't believe Lanse could withstand their methods!

As long as Lanse couldn't take it and started to confess, even if it was just a very small case, once the gap was opened, it would be a collapse of the century!

Of course, before that, he still needed to have a chat with Mr. Potter.

He drove himself to Mr. Potter's office, located in an office building in the busiest part of New Jincheng.

Huge campaign posters were still hanging on the exterior wall of the office building, and people in the surrounding area could see the giant posters here as soon as they looked up.

It is said that this super-sized poster requires paying several hundred dollars in fines every day, but it still hangs here, and the daily fines are paid to the City Hall without missing a cent.

After registering at the entrance, Director Luo Lan obtained the opportunity to bypass inspection to see Mr. Potter.

Mr. Potter's aide sent him to the office door and warned him, "You only have five minutes!"

(End of chapter)