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Shimitsu Shizaburo was left on the island by Qin Lang and kept in strict custody - now was not the time to interrogate him. According to Qin Lang's knowledge of professional spies and the Japanese, no matter which type of them they were, they would only confess their truths after a long period of mental torture, otherwise, even if they were tortured to the death with the most cruel punishment, it would be difficult to obtain a single word - and Shimitsu Shizaburo was both a professional spy and a Japanese, and it would take twice as much patience to deal with him.

"Be patient, Mr. Fisborne, be patient." Qin Lang said to the person in charge of the security department who was looking at him silently without saying a word, "As long as you are patient enough, that Mr. Spy will tell us all the information he knows without reservation." ”

Still, Fisborne had enough patience to wait for his prey to speak; He knew from the beginning that it was not so easy to do and would take a lot of time. It's just that he was suspicious of Qin Lang's arrangement: there was no trial, no punishment, just keeping the Japanese spy in a cell, shining him with a bright and dazzling light, and ensuring that he couldn't sleep, would this be effective?

But Qin Lang's approach was always correct. As every employee in the company knows or heard, their boss is very wise, never makes mistakes, and always will be - at least so far, Qin Lang has not made a mistake and can always think of a way to solve the problem.

He's always right.

So the person in charge of the security department just looked at his boss intently, didn't say a word, and didn't raise the problem in his heart.

Of course, since this is the case, Qin Lang naturally moved on to another topic. "Let's talk about the riot you caused, Mr. Fisborne." From his chair, he stood up and paced slowly around the small cabin of the transport ship. Then Qin Lang stopped and looked directly at the person in charge of the security department. "I'd love to know how you're going to solve this little trouble."

Fisborne remained silent. Although he was willing to say something about his ability to solve that "little problem", unfortunately, the riots in San Diego were completely out of his power and he was unable to solve it...... Fisborne felt that he had no way to fix it, and he felt helpless.

But now, Qin Lang was looking at him, waiting for an accurate answer, which meant that he had to do his best to come up with a solution that at least seemed to be feasible somehow, or else he would have to go somewhere else, and now this place was already a place that he was honored to be satisfied with. Solution, no matter what, there must be a way, this is the only way out.

In a panic, Fisborne's brain began to run at full speed like the engine of the Agile.

Of course, because of the riot he created, there was another person in San Diego who was thinking about it and struggling to find an answer. Chris. Sergeant Roque was given the task of finding the owners of the chemicals and wagons within seventy-two hours, and then arresting them, or he would never be the deputy chief of police.

And the deputy chief of the police department, if there were no accidents, he should have been given the position next week...... After paying so much......

So it was definitely a terrible thing, but it wasn't the worst thing - the worst thing was that eight hours had passed since he had received the mission, and he had only two valuable clues: the wagon left behind at the scene and the horse pulling the cart came from two farms outside the city, and both were stolen last night.

This is equivalent to no clues. Not only that, but the situation is further complicated by two thefts: it is likely that what happened in the morning was not an accident, but a well-planned organized criminal activity.

Nothing could be more unfortunate than that. Roque was well aware that no sheriff in the San Diego Police Department could crack a well-planned case within seventy-two hours, and as for himself, as a corrupt cop who spent $10,000 to rise to the sergeant's position, taking bribes was his specialty, not fighting crime.

However, this also means that he will soon lose what he already has at his fingertips......

The sheriff stroked his bare forehead, feeling a dull pain in his head.

"Your coffee, Chris." Mrs. Roque came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee, put it in front of Roque, and began to persuade him. "But I don't think even if you think about it for another hundred years, you won't necessarily be able to come up with the answer. So I suggest you rest now and get some sleep......"

"Do you think I can rest now?" Roque asked rhetorically, and then said loudly, "As long as I think about that goddamn deputy directorship, I can't sleep!" ”

"Then don't think about it."

"It can't be."

"Listen to me, don't think about it." Mrs. Roque patiently persuaded, "Relax, Chris, even if you don't become deputy director, you won't have anything to lose—"

"What will not be lost?" The sheriff screamed, "You say there won't be anything to lose?" Hell, I've already spent $50,000 on that position, and now I don't want to see that money go away...... God, what will not be lost? He repeated, then raised the pitch by another decibel, "I've lost a lot!" ”

"Be quiet, don't get so excited. Do you want everyone to know that your position was bought? Mrs. Roque reproached. However, despite her asking Roque to lower her voice, she makes a bit more noise than the sheriff.

As a result, the sheriff became angry and his voice was no longer under any control. "What if they knew? Everyone knows that I am a corrupt policeman, everyone knows that I collect protection money from gangsters, everyone knows that I take money in a Chinese arms company, do you still think they don't know that my position was bought? He waved his hands excitedly, "No one knows? It's so fucking ridiculous! ”

"Chris!" Mrs. Roque's emotions also quickly became agitated, "If you say any more swearing, even a word, I'll kick you out of the house!" ”

Of course, it was only a threat, and in any way she couldn't have kicked her husband out of the door, but Mrs. Roque's threats had always been effective: many people knew that Sheriff Roque had a serious fear of his wife, or more directly, a fear of guilt.

So the sheriff's anger disappeared at once, and there was nothing left, as if it had never been. But by this time their quarrel had come to an end—and the knock at the door sounded just in time, so Roque went over and opened the door, and saw Simon, his most capable man. Buck was gasping for air outside the door.

"Simon," the sheriff was curious, it was the middle of the night, and it was not a good time to visit, "what's the matter with you?" ”

"Clue, sir." Buck gasped, "I got a clue. ”

As soon as I heard that important word, my bewildered expression immediately turned to hope. "Clues?" Roark asked aloud, completely ignoring proper etiquette in his eagerness to know the answer. "Tell me, what is it?"

“…… The first thing to do is to put aside the relationship between the accident and us on the surface. After thinking about it for a long time, Fisborne finally had a little idea, "It's impossible for the police to find clues through the wagon, but those barrels of chemicals, they must eventually think of the laboratory and find what they want there." ”

He paused, then added: "Of course we can do this, the police must have received a report from the owner of the horse, so we can also report it to the police station claiming that several barrels of chemical waste were stolen from the laboratory." ”

"Not bad idea," Qin Lang didn't speak, but Yi Shui spoke, "But it also means that the company needs to bear responsibility for mismanagement." ”

"Any company can have management problems of one kind or another," Fisborne shrugged, "and it's much better to be accused of mismanagement than to let the police find out what we're doing." He glanced at Qin Lang out of the corner of his eye, but he was still silent, so Fisborne continued: "Since there is always trouble in the end, why don't we take the initiative to choose an easier outcome when things are still under control?" ”

Yi Shui also glanced at Qin Lang, secretly thinking about his thoughts, and then said, "Then you have to make sure that the staff in the laboratory don't leak the truth, especially when they know that they are going to take the blame for you." ”

It's a nuisance, and it's not so easy to fix – and for Fisborne, it's even a little tricky. But now he has no choice. "I'll take care of this, Mr. Yi." He said loudly, showing his confidence to Yi Shui, although he still lacked enough confidence.

Yi Shui didn't fully believe in his assurance, and so did Qin Lang. "Watch your actions, Mr. Fisborne." There was an obvious warning in his tone, "Don't create a new one." ”

"I can assure you, sir." Fisborne stood straight.

Qin Lang nodded. "What else do you have in mind?"

"Uh...... I'm sorry sir, I can only come up with this way. ”

"That's a pity, you're still in as much trouble as ever." Qin Lang smiled mockingly and turned his gaze to Yi Shui, "Obviously, he has forgotten that he used to have a long conversation with others in a police uniform. ”

Fisborne's face turned white. Thunder. Lyotard! It was a fatal flaw that he did not anticipate. "I'll think of a way to deal with this as soon as possible." He replied quickly.

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Originally, I was going to update it yesterday and the day before yesterday, but the dead eunuch of the Sith warrior sent me a virus package the day before yesterday, which caused the computer to crash, and I only reinstalled it today, so ...... I'm sorry, everybody. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )