Chapter 524: Actors, Acting, Acting in a Play 6663

The moment the door closed, Nate noticed Hunter picking up the phone again. Clearly, he was now overwhelmed with work.

Nate's heart rate, which had been pounding, gradually stabilized. He came to the interrogation room responsible for his office.

The two officers responsible for the interrogation stood up immediately. "Chief..."

Nate waved his hand. "Did you ask anything?"

The guy sitting in the chair looked very exhausted. Although he had had a brief respite because the police were resting, these were far from enough.

The two officers looked somewhat embarrassed. They had used all the interrogation techniques they had learned from others on this person, but they hadn't achieved any results they wanted.

This made them very embarrassed. This was clearly a problem with their ability.

If it were others asking, they might not care so much, but it was Nate asking, their direct superior. They didn't even know how to say it.

Nate waved his hand, signaling them not to rack their brains to think about what words to use to answer him.

He glanced at the file. "I'll talk to him alone."

The two officers soon left and closed the door.

The young man glanced at him sideways and rolled his eyes to look elsewhere.

Nate looked at this young man and took out a cigarette.

He could have left a sentence and left, but now, he suddenly wanted to contact this young man more, wanted to see why Bulu, that guy, worshipped and trusted Lans so much, even to the point of having a blind trust in his people.

"Want one?" he asked.

The young man hesitated. "If you can, but don't think that giving me a cigarette will get anything from me."

Nate put the cigarette he had lit into the young man's mouth. He took a puff, and his whole person seemed to relax quite a bit.

The role of nicotine at this very moment was not just to promote the secretion of dopamine, but also included analgesia, as well as acting on psychology.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smoke from the cigarette disturbed his gaze, as if his eyes had lost their focus.

"Aren't you afraid?" Nate asked. "Such a big case, it is said that two ordinary drunkards died. If someone is pushing behind the scenes, you might go to the electric chair."

"Smuggling and selling contraband is a felony, plus firefights and causing death."

The young man explained somewhat unconvinced, "Those two drunkards weren't killed by us!"

Nate shook his head. "Who cares?"

"Do you think the judge will really listen to the defense of a gang member like you?"

"They will only listen to the prosecutor. The Hunter family, the Bay Area, including the police station, we will let the prosecutor tell the judge that those two innocent drunkards were killed by you, and the judge will also adopt this evidence."

"You, you are very likely to be sent to the electric chair."

When he heard this result, the young man's smoking action clearly paused, but soon it became coherent again. "Whatever."

Looking at his indifferent appearance, Nate was even more curious. "But if you are willing to point out Lans, then you are very likely not to face these."

"I just came from the director's office. He told me that as long as you point out Lans, your sentence won't exceed three years."

The young man paused again, then smiled. "I don't know what you are talking about."

Nate's nose suddenly felt a burst of itchiness. He rubbed it back and forth under his nose with his index finger. "Can you tell me why you aren't willing to do that?"

"Did he threaten you, or are there other means?"

The young man didn't speak, maintaining silence. Although he didn't speak, he was also thinking.

Until the cigarette was finished.

"Thanks for your cigarette," he said.

Nate asked again, "You still have time to change these."

The young man pursed his lips. "Fuck!"

After Nate finished listening, he laughed loudly for a while, and he laughed until tears flowed out!

He also laughed until the young man looked at him like a madman. The young man didn't understand why Nate was still laughing so happily after being cursed.

"Lans... asked me to bring a word to you."

The young man's face changed, his face turned somewhat red, and then he said again, "Fuck again!"

Nate raised his hand and waved it. "Hunter is willing to pay a guarantee process for you. You will get our protection as long as you plead guilty and point out Lans, but he definitely isn't satisfied with only your confession."

"You have to tell him that you have some evidence in your hands that can be used as criminal evidence to sit on Lans's crime."

"But you have one condition: only tell Hunter, and require that it must be obtained by Hunter himself." The young man's eyes brightened. "Are you saying, to lure Hunter out of the police station?"

Nate nodded. This made the young man initially believe Nate, because he didn't have these criminal evidences at all and didn't know where to let Hunter go.

He didn't lose anything by pleading guilty, and if he found out this was a scam, he could completely say he was forced when he went to court.

He thought for a while, but shook his head again. "What if he isn't willing to go out?"

As a young man, he roughly knew Lans's plan: to lure Hunter out and kill him.

No matter what follow-up influence this matter would cause, as long as the police's attitude changed, Lans's pressure would be greatly reduced.

He didn't know too many big truths or the family's secrets; he only knew that this could help Lans, help the family, and that was enough!

So his brain operated rapidly, thinking of one of the existing problems.

That was, he did as this police officer said, but Hunter himself didn't go out and arranged for someone else to go out. What to do?

Nate sighed. It wasn't because this method had a problem, nor was it because of this young man's thinking ability, but because when Director Bulu talked to him, he had already told him the answer. Lans had long thought of it.

"You just need to tell him that here, there are also some of Lans's people. If they get the evidence or know what the evidence is, Lans will immediately destroy the things that can point him out!"

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Hearing this, the young man had completely believed Nate.

Indeed, everyone was racing against time, all desperately wanting to put the other party to death.

So now a key piece of evidence appeared, but it required him to take a little risk. Should he take it?

The young man didn't know, but he believed that if this was Lans's request, then they would definitely win in the end.

"I know. Tell me the location."

After Nate finished speaking, he urged again, "Don't confess now. You understand what I mean?"

The young man nodded and said, "Must act realistically. I've seen Jeral act."

Looking at Nate's somewhat ignorant and stupid look, he smiled and said, "Jeral, the future big star, you will know."

"By the way, give me another cigarette. I don't know how long I'll have to wait to smoke again next time."

Nate took out the cigarette case, took one, lit it, and handed it over. His curiosity flooded again. "Why?"

The young man asked while being smoked by the cigarette until he couldn't open his eyes, with the cigarette in his mouth, "Why what?"

"Why aren't you afraid?"

The young man answered with a smile, "Would you betray your family?"

"I don't know if you would, but I wouldn't!"

Nate was somewhat matter-of-fact, somewhat shocked, and somewhat moved. "Family... huh?"

Soon the young man finished smoking, and Nate also left the room, then he turned around in other interrogation rooms.

He wrote some words on a card—"Hold on, these will end soon!"

Whenever he entered those interrogation rooms, he would show these cards to those being interrogated, letting them know that Lans wasn't doing nothing; he was acting!

These displays were very secret; no one could discover them, except those being interrogated.

All morning, "nothing was accomplished." No one confessed, and some officers even discovered some abnormalities.

These people being interrogated suddenly became harder. Before, they might have been somewhat passive, but now, they weren't passive at all. Some even cursed while being beaten. How could this situation be so wrong?

But they didn't know where it was wrong; they could only feel it was... some kind of explosion?

Near noon, many reporters suddenly came outside the police station. They said they had received a report that the police station was conducting large-scale torture of suspects, forcing them to plead guilty and demanding they point out more people.

To reporters, this news was like a dog seeing a pile of fresh shit. In order to grab this pile of shit, they could fight and bite each other!

For a time, the entrance to the police station became exceptionally lively, and Hunter was also very angry.

What did this explain?

This fucking explained that there was a "traitor" in the police station!

If there wasn't a traitor, who could know they were torturing these suspects?

Now this was very difficult to handle. If he didn't say anything and let these reporters write randomly, then the City Hall, the State Government, and the Prosecutor's Office had the possibility of intervening in the investigation.

Guaranteeing the judicial justice system was one of the basic conditions for appeasing the bottom of society so they wouldn't riot, although everyone didn't really take this matter seriously, but not taking it seriously and publicly not taking it seriously weren't the same thing!

He had to accept interviews, and couldn't let the matter develop in a direction that deviated. Those dog-raising reporters definitely wanted to interview those suspects.

The only thing he could do now was to find a way to fool them first.

He believed that in a few days at most, he would be able to straighten out this case completely!

Soon he let the reporters go to the conference room and accepted an interview, and at the same time let some other officers take off their police uniforms to play criminals, showing them to the reporters!

While he was talking about the severity of these cases, he indicated that it was impossible for the police station to have things like torture that violated the law and judicial requirements; everything was the rumor-mongering of criminals.

Their purpose was to destroy the interrogation and stop them from grasping the truth!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 525 =====