When Pugna left, the paladin spit out the venom that he had not swallowed, and some of the liquid slipped into his throat, which made him a little dizzy, and the bronze sword badge on his chest emitted holy light, expelling those faint toxins from his body, the holy light was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes, this is indeed not like the powerful holy light he should have, but he can investigate the secret of the holy light later, and the most important thing at the moment is that the betrayer of God must be punished.

Neither the Holy See in Brot nor the Holy See in Varna could be trusted, the Holy See was in a miasma, they had turned their backs on their faith, and Cybertron clenched his fists with rage, he must make the traitors who turned their backs on God pay.

Now the only thing he can trust is the secular court, only the first court can uphold justice, but whether the secular court is trustworthy or not, has to put a big question mark, after so many crises of trust, he doesn't trust anyone anymore, and must use some extraordinary means.

The Grand Procurator of the First Court of Varna was in a state of sleep, and he had a happy family, a beautiful and gentle wife and lovely daughter, and a large house of bright and spaciousness, with luxurious decorations almost as close to the king's palace, which he could not have reached with his salary.

He was accustomed to using some of the power in his hands to seek some benefits for himself, and he had accumulated a lot of wealth over the years, and maintained friendly contacts with those great merchants, and helped them at any time after receiving the benefits, as for the justice of the law, he had long forgotten in the face of the temptation and corruption of money.

The urge to urinate forced him to get up and go to the bathroom, and the fat Varna First Court Prosecutor in his pajamas walked to the bathroom, which was next to the living room, and his eyes touched the living room and saw the figure on the sofa.

Someone in his own home? This can't be, it must be a mistake, the chief prosecutor rubbed his eyes, and then realized that the figure sitting on the sofa was real, and the other party was looking at him.

He wanted to shout, and a voice came from the couch. "If you don't want your family's body to be taken away by the local sheriff's office tomorrow morning, shut your mouth and sit down. ”

The Grand Prosecutor felt even more parched and uninhabited, and trembling went into the drawing-room, and sat down opposite the mysterious figure, his first thought was that of robbers, and he pondered for a moment and pleaded. "I can give you a large sum of money, don't hurt my family, I won't mention tonight's events to anyone, it will be a secret. ”

Cybertron wasn't trying to make money, and his eyes were fixed on the archprosecutor, who looked even fatter in his pajamas. "Listen, you have to answer me a few questions, and if there is half a sentence to hide, I will not hesitate to cut off the heads of your family, and if you understand, nod. ”

The fat archprosecutor held his breath and nodded, waiting for the other party's question.

"Did Mr. Alkmaar pay you a bribe?"

The Grand Prosecutor shook his head.

"You're lying, an honest chief prosecutor wouldn't have such a luxurious apartment just by virtue of his salary. Cybertron reminded the other party, as if he knew everything and the other party had no chance to hide it.

The Grand Prosecutor explained in a trembling voice. "But I got a lot of bribes from another businessman. ”

"Be detailed. "Cybertron needs to know the details of the bribery.

The Grand Prosecutor was already desperate, if he lied, he would die here with his family, and if he told the truth, he would soon lose everything because of tonight's conversation and be sent to prison, and he slipped off the sofa and fell to his knees with weak knees. "Please spare me, I can give you all my possessions. ”

"I'm not interested in money, you just have to answer my questions. ”

Going to prison is nothing more than death, surviving for the time being, and tomorrow there may be another way to settle the matter about tonight, Varna recounted the bribery.

Cybertron took out a pen and paper, and wrote down what Varna had told him on the prepared pen and paper by the faint moonlight shining through the window, and looked up at the archprosecutor with a panicked face. "So you don't have any dealings with the Holy See in Alkmaar or Varna?"

The Grand Prosecutor shook his head.

"Alright, put your right thumb out. Cybertron gave the order.

The chief prosecutor thought that it was to cut off his finger, and it seemed inevitable that he could only do it, hoping that the other party would spare the life of the family for his sake of obedience, and take only one finger.

Cybertron pulled out a dagger and grabbed his outstretched finger, the blade slashing through his fingertips, blood oozing out, and pressing it to some important piece of paper.

Putting the paper away, Cybertron gets to the point. "Alright, Grand Prosecutor, you have to help me with a few things, and I will return this evidence to you when the time comes, I don't think I will gamble on your future for anyone else. ”

Leaving the Grand Procurator's apartment, Cybertron was a little disgusted, the secular officials had colluded with the businessmen, the law had lost its justice and had become a tool for the rich, but he was not interested in punishing secular officials who broke the law, as long as the betrayers of the Holy See were duly punished, it would be enough.

The Sheriff's Hall in Brot City is buzzing with activity, and there will be a public dissection where the Sheriff's Office will prove to the people that they are not lying.

The top management of the Brolot Post and Stano, who was in charge of writing the article, were all present at the scene, and Downing, as a foreign aid invited by Stano, naturally got to be present.

The director of the Department of Justice held his big belly and stared viciously at the representative of the Blott Post here, and many spectators waited for the next self-proof of the Department of Security, two bodies that had been buried were dug up and placed in front of people, and the autopsy officer of the Department of Justice was ready to do it.

However, someone objected, and Stano looked at the autopsy officer of the Sheriff's Department with a calm expression. "Wait a minute, since it is the Public Security Department's self-certification, in order to ensure absolute justice, then a third party must carry out the autopsy. ”

The people at the scene expressed their approval of Stano's proposal, and the head of the Sheriff's Department stared at the troubled little reporter with a dark face, eager to dig out the guy's heart, cook it, and swallow it.

If there is a neutral autopsy officer, then this matter will definitely be exposed, the director of the public security department wanted to prevaricate, and angrily shouted: "Enough, little reporter, do you think that in addition to the autopsy officer of the public security department, there will be a neutral autopsy officer to participate in this boring self-testimony? We don't have time to wait for you to call a third-party autopsy officer over." ”

Everyone also felt that it made sense, they didn't want to spend the whole day watching the excitement.

Stano looked at Downing, who pulled him from behind him and pointed at the young man. "This gentleman used to be the autopsy officer of the Sheriff's Office, but then he was fired and he was the one to conduct the autopsy, which was more convincing. ”

The head of the Sheriff's Department had never seen such an autopsy officer in the Sheriff's Department, but he would never let this young man interfere, staring at the young man carefully, his expression was cold, and there was some threat, as if to say, "Get out of the way, don't interfere, or you will pay a terrible price for your nosy." ”

Tang Ning looked at the threatening eyes of the director of the Public Security Department, smiled slightly, turned around and spread his hands to show helplessness. "Don't be funny, sir, I'm not an autopsy. ”

Stano's originally smug expression immediately became sluggish and shocked, and the young man suddenly changed his words, which made him unable to accept it, grabbed the other party, and said anxiously: "No, Tangning, you said that you were the autopsy officer of the Sheriff's Department, and you were fired for breaking the news to me, you can't do this." ”

Tang Ning broke free from the little reporter's grasp, like a bystander. "Maybe it's just that I drank too much, and I don't remember saying anything like that that night. ”

The Blotter Post men were pale, and Stano knew that if it turned out to be a rumor by the Blotter Post, it would have serious consequences, and the only confidence he had to prove it all came from the young man, who shook his head and pleaded almost in despair. "Mr. Downing, you have to testify for us. ”

"Well, I have to apologize to you sincerely, I did get drunk that night, and as for the fact that I continued to work with you after that, it was only because I didn't have the money to spend. "Downing will never prove it for Stano, that's what he's hoping for.

Stano's lips trembled, and he rushed up and angrily grabbed the young man by the collar. "Damn it, you hurt me. ”

The situation was tilted in favor of the Sheriff's Office, and the head of the Sheriff's Office smirked as he suddenly issued an order. "Arrest these two rumor-mongers, they have caused a serious impact on the reputation of the Sheriff's Department and must be punished. ”

The people from the Sheriff's Department quickly rushed up and took the two away, and at this time, the head of the Blott Post lost his previous self-confidence, walked up and respectfully saluted the head of the Sheriff's Department, bowing his head and apologizing. "Mr. Director, we solemnly apologize to you for the trouble we have caused to the Public Security Department, and we will publish a more detailed letter of apology in the newspaper tomorrow. ”

The head of the Sheriff's Department accepted the offer, and of course he had to be generous, after all, Alkmaar's newspaper did not dare to do anything over-the-top.

The Blott Post paid a terrible price for the sale of the newspaper, and even worse, Stano was left to stay in prison and wait for the law to be punished for breaking his promise and publishing other people's fabricated secrets in the newspaper.

Downing was just drunk and didn't break the law, and the Sheriff's Department was quite appreciative of the young man's performance at the scene, and he was released after some education that night.

Barak's newspaper office was already up and running, and a press release was rushed out overnight with the headline: "The Blott Post Insults the Authority of the Sheriff's Office, Justice Will Not Be Late." ”