Outside the interrogation room, a group of uniformed police officers sat at a table; Some leaned on their chairs and smoked cigarettes; There are also people who hold their mobile phones and keep tinkering with new mobile phones; From time to time, they chatted a few words and let out a wicked laugh.

Hearing the cries for help and the subsequent chaotic sounds in the interrogation room, they were indifferent, but raised their eyes and looked at the black hole in the interrogation room, and the peephole as big as a small mirror lowered their heads and went their own way.

They've long been accustomed to it.

This kind of abuse of power and taking advantage of the opportunity to bully the subject of the investigation is often done by the police captain. No one will have the sight to disturb the captain's good deeds. What's more, this time they are entrusted by others, they all have benefits, and naturally it is even more impossible to prevent things from happening.

For the constant crackling and screaming in the interrogation room, they all thought that the captain's taste was too heavy, and the chicks in the room were trained to die. They will only compliment the captain's heroism outside, making lewd jokes about the country of R.

"Bang-" There was a dull thud in the interrogation room, causing dust to fall from the corner of the wall outside.

"What's wrong, is there an accident, do you want to take a look?" A policeman jumped off the table and looked at the interrogation room, hesitating to go inside.

"What can happen, that chick is shackled to death in a chair, and can't threaten the captain, so it's good to put a hundred hearts. Ho-ho-ho-" The other man chuckled a few times and continued to play with his phone.

"Well, too." The policeman reassured himself and moved his ass to the table again.

??????“ Oh no, no, the mayor they came to check the work! A fat policeman rushed in the hallway, panting and yelling.

"Nani? Why would the mayor suddenly come to visit, quickly tidy up. Hearing the fat man's report, the policemen panicked, sorted out the clothes, cleaned up the table, poured the ashtray. I try to make a good impression on the mayor.

There was the sound of leather shoes in the corridor, and in the blink of an eye, a large group of people gathered around a bald man with an extraordinary nose walked in. Behind them were a large number of reporters with long guns and short guns.

"Your Excellency, this is the immigration inspection office, and the police officers are very conscientious in serving the country." The chief of police of the Immigration Bureau bowed to the mayor and praised his soldiers as if to take credit.

Hearing that the chief was praising them, the little policemen's upright bodies straightened up, and their chests swelled even more, and one by one they were like roosters who had been injected with hormones, and they were all honored to wait for the mayor's personal review.

"Well, who's the captain here, why didn't you see it?" The mayor glanced around arrogantly, and found that the room was full of small Rolls with low police ranks, and some of them looked down on them.

He went out to patrol here, and the captain and person in charge of this department didn't come out to greet him, which was really arrogant and rude. Thinking of this, his face suddenly became a little unsightly.

Oh no, the police captain is still doing those things in the interrogation room!

The little policemen looked at each other in horror, they had just patronized and cleaned up their glorious image, and they had long forgotten about the captain. Involuntarily, they all lowered their heads at the same time to avoid the mayor's gaze.

"The captain of this department is out on duty, and he hasn't had time to come back yet, Lord Mayor Haihan, Haihan." The director knew what the bastard was doing again as soon as he looked at the expressions of the people under his hands, and cursed in his heart. But he had to hide the truth in front of the mayor.

If this kind of thing is known to outsiders, they will be disgraced.

"Since it's a public trip, there's no need to force it." When the mayor heard the explanation, his face changed and softened, he nodded solemnly, turned around and was about to leave.

"Help, help—" There was a faint cry for help from the interrogation room.

"Nani, who's there calling for help, what's going on?" One of the accompanying personnel had very pointed ears, and as soon as he heard the sound in the room, he shouted casually.

Someone is calling for help in the interrogation room of the entry and exit office, good news!

Hearing the news, those reporters who were holding long guns and short guns suddenly perked up and their eyes widened.

They are media workers, who often go everywhere for a good report, often lying on the threshold of others, and peeping into other people's privacy is commonplace. They are known as paparazzi.

Today, I suddenly heard someone calling for help in and out of the office, or in the interrogation room.

As soon as you glance at this word, there are a lot of things to write about and report.

If there's something in there, haha, that's explosive news!

Hula, those reporters were like cats that smelled fishy and suddenly stuck at the door of the interrogation room and refused to leave.

"Open the door, there's someone calling for help."

"What happened, was it torture?"

"Your Excellency, what do you think about the fact that there are still people tortured to extract confessions at such a high level of civilization now?"

Before the door to the interrogation room opened, the reporters began to use their superhuman imagination to ask questions around the mayor and the police chief.

There were even reporters who took pictures of the interrogation room one by one.

"What's going on there, open the door and see!" The mayor's face immediately turned blue and ugly.

Originally, he just routinely went to the Immigration Bureau to check his work, but who knew that there was someone hiding here among these uneasy guys, and the cry for help was heard by nosy reporters.

He can't get out of it, and now he can't do it.

"Yes, yes, yes, open the door to the interrogation room and see what's going on." The police chief took out a tissue and kept wiping his sweat, while loudly instructing the little policemen to open the door, hoping that the people inside could hear, and quickly prepare to prepare, so as not to lose his face.

"Chief, this—" The little policemen looked at the Chief, their eyes full of hesitation.

"Yo, don't dare to open the door, is there really a shady curtain in there?" The reporters were even more excited, their eyes shining brightly. Excitedly surrounded the police chief and the mayor and kept asking questions.

"Bastard, open the door!" Under the pressure of the mayor's stern eyes, the police chief gave the order sharply. At this time, the bastard inside will die if he wants to die, just don't bother him.

The key shook and the black door of the interrogation room finally opened.

"Come in and have a look—" The police opened the door, and before the mayor and the police chief could get in, the dedicated reporters rushed in.

"Oh, this girl is being handkold, it seems to have fainted, it's so miserable!"

"Look, look, whips and electric batons, it's torture!"

"Hey, why did this man fall by the wall, it's so dark. Scorched? ”

All of a sudden, the interrogation room was lively, and the flashing lights kept flashing.