"Let's talk to me!", Preton pulled out his pistol and put it to his head, "or I'll shoot myself!"

He also emphasized, "I'm not joking!", his expression was indeed very serious, and after saying that, he actually sat down on the steps of the door.

After a while, a middle-aged man in formal clothes came out of the opposite room, his face was very ugly, and it seemed that it should be the head of this group.

He walked up to Preton and pulled out his papers, "Federal Security Council, may I ask, how did you find us?"

The head of the security committee's action group thought that even if God came, he would not find any flaws in his arrangement, but Preton saw through it at a glance.

Preton didn't answer immediately, but took the document seriously, and then asked his question, "Can I call to verify the authenticity of this document?"

The leader of the action team was stunned for a moment, and then nodded, "Of course, but don't play tricks!"

Pretton returned to his room, called the local police station, and briefly explained what he had said, roughly saying that he needed to cooperate with a secret state operation, and showed his ID.

He wasn't sure about the authenticity of the document, so he hoped that the police department could help.

A few minutes later, the operator told him that the document was genuine.

Relieved by this answer, Preton reopened the door, slowly placed the pistol on the ground, kicked it out, and then slowly lay on the ground, holding his hands as fast as possible to make sure he was harmless.

As the agent put some restraints on him, he said to the head of the Security Committee's operations team, "The glass of your car is dark ......"

The leader of the action group turned his head sharply and looked at the caravan with some absurd expressions on his face.

They had been orchestrating the arrest plan for so long, and as a result, the windows of a car were dark and thus seen through by others, and he didn't even think about it, even if the windows of the vehicles he saw every day when he commuted to work were transparent, he didn't notice this.

"Everyone in the logistics department should be fired!", he muttered, and personally escorted Preton to the caravan.

The agents came and went quickly, and before long the community began gathering and chatting, speculating about something to do with the new family.

On the other side, in the car, the two chatted again.

"You seem to be waiting for us?", the team leader felt early on from Preton's initiative to appear to find out their identities and verify his documents, Preton didn't seem to think about running away or resisting or anything, so he was curious.

What kind of ideas are supporting Preton, and if he really wants to turn himself in, why didn't he reach out to the local bureau of investigation or something sooner?

Preton admitted very directly, "You have all found me, and there is no point in me hiding, as long as you are not Gavra's people, I am willing to cooperate!"

Caught by the Federans, he can still live, because he will always be a flaw on Gavra's glossy appearance, his existence can definitely disgust Emperor Gavra all the time, as long as he still has this value, the Federalists will not let him die, but will get him out from time to time to show a circle.

If he is caught by the Gevre, he will basically have no way to live.

If the emperor wants to kill him to vent his anger, the admiralty will certainly not let him go, and perhaps other nobles who took his money have sent killers to search for him all over the world.

None of these people wanted him to live, everyone wanted him to die.

If the agents of the Federation can find him today, then soon Gavra's spies will also find him, he doesn't know how he was exposed, but once he is exposed, he can't hide.

"Haven't you thought about resisting?", this is the first time that the team leader has caught this kind of person who directly confesses, and he is also curious, "Escape?"

Preton smiled and didn't speak.

The Federation was able to find him because all his stand-ins were found, those stand-ins died, those who were caught were arrested, and none of them were really Preton, so the Military Intelligence Service and the Security Committee re-searched the clues, and they all came to a conclusion that it was possible that Preton did not appear at all.

The Prayton who left the country was a fake, a stand-in, and the real one was hidden in the Federation.

With the two major military powers of Gavra and the Byler Federation exerting pressure at the same time, no bank can withstand this tremendous pressure.

Under intensive work, they found some clues in the branch accounts that they had identified to obtain a number of potentially anonymous accounts, and checked the signatures of the accounts opened and accessed by these anonymous accounts.

Many of these accounts were found not to belong to Preton, and everyone was not disappointed, this is a process, the process can be arduous and long, and it may not even get any good results, but they must follow it down.

This time, they didn't expect to catch Preton so quickly, and directly found this side according to the use of the anonymous bank account.

Preton also asked his own question, "How did you find me?", he said with a smile, "It's just a little curiosity on my part, of course you can leave it alone!"

The team leader finally decided to tell him, after all, he was so cooperative, "Your account has not had any consumption for several years, do you understand what I mean?"

Preton was smart, and he reacted immediately, "I see, I didn't think about this before!"

These anonymous accounts prepared by Preton are very hidden, just in case of a situation that does not have no money at all.

And the preparation cycle is very long, some accounts were prepared a few years ago, more than ten years ago, and he doesn't believe that anyone can track it down so long.

But it was precisely his vigilance that exposed him.

Accounts that have not had any turnover for several years, more than ten years, suddenly generated spending during the period of time he was hiding, and there are similarities in the payment signatures of these accounts and the details of his signatures, it is not difficult to sift through this information.

If he changes to an account with normal flow, he can at least avoid this big manhunt.

News of Pretton's arrest quickly spread among a small number of people, and Mr. Trueman simply interrupted the ongoing teleconference, obtained the authorization documents from Mr. President, and hurried to the Security Council.

He is now the first chief of the Office of International Affairs/Policy Research and an important aide to Mr. President, so Mr. President only needs to issue a warrant for Mr. Trueman to attend the trial on his behalf, and Mr. Trueman is qualified to intervene in this matter.

Before meeting Preton, Trueman thought the arrest was thrilling, until the head of the operations team told him that Preton had no resistance other than to verify his credentials.

This greatly surprised Mr. Trueman, for as they found Preton to be cunning as they captured the doubles, arranging for more than one of them to move around to attract people's attention and gossip.

He is a very shrewd person, and it should be very difficult to arrest, but he chose a way that people did not expect to end his career of "escape", which also made Mr. Trueman have a very clear judgment of the current situation.

As they spoke, the two walked to the door of the interrogation room, and Mr. Trueman kicked him in, but just as the interrogators behind him were about to come in with him, he raised his hand to stop them, and then closed the door.

The only people in the room were Pretton, who was confined to his chair, and Mr. Trueman, who had just entered.

"I know you, I often see you ......on TV", Preton was not surprised that Mr. Trueman became his own interrogator, but before he could say any more, he saw Mr. Trueman take out two handkerchiefs from his pocket.

One is ready to use, and one is spare.

The Confederation at the end of September was still hot, and a handkerchief could not cope with it.

He unfolded his handkerchief, then covered the two cameras, and unplugged the listening wires, an action that immediately alerted the people in the surveillance room.

However, the person in charge of the case in charge of the security committee is not surprised, this is a strategy.

In the room, Mr. Trueman got out of his chair, he returned to the interrogation table, and sat down, "Now that no one is staring at us, and no one can hear what we say, then let's have a frank conversation." ”

"What do you want, Mr. Preton?!"

Hardly hesitating, Preton replied, "I just want to live." ”

This is not surprising to Mr. Trueman, everyone wants to live, and so does he, he nodded noncommittally, "Then talk about something that interests me am interested in, such as the exchange of interests between you and the senior ministers of Gavre, and the list." ”

"I said I could live?"

"You should understand that you are worth living more than you die!"

The two men talked for nearly an hour in an unobscured room, and then Mr. Trueman left with a valuable piece of material, and Preton seemed relieved.

Almost that same night, as soon as the Minister of Construction of Gefra had finished eating, the telephone rang at home.

The resplendent room is full of grace and luxury, even the corners of the walls are golden.

The Minister of Construction, a very oily position, but all the "official projects" that have anything to do with the empire are presided over and built by the Minister of Construction, and there are many places where you can start.

He walked into the study and answered the phone, which was a local number.

For example, cross-border calls require a forwarder, and it is not possible to get through if you want to, and there will be a recording throughout the whole process, but domestic calls will not be so complicated.

As soon as he sat down, his face turned gloomy before he could savor the enjoyment of the dinner he had just had.