Chapter 201
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Derek lay on the bed, he closed his eyes, and pain appeared between his eyebrows.
It wasn't until Tommy walked in that he broke this quiet atmosphere.
Seeing Liam also here, Tommy was a bit surprised. He asked as he put the breakfast on the table. 'Liam, when did you arrive?"
Liam doesn't talk.
Tommy walked up to him and looked. As soon as he saw Liam's face, he was startled.
'What's wrong with your face? Why are you injured? Who hit you?"
Tommy couldn't believe it and looked at Derek, who had a weak expression on his face. He couldn't hit Liam, basically.
Liam controlled the anger in his heart. He pulled out a tissue from the hospital bedside table, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said uncomfortably. 'No, I beat myself."
Tommy gulped, not understanding why Liam was hitting himself.
Tommy felt scared, so he helped Derek open the porridge box.
Derek sat up and suddenly looked at Liam. 'What are you standing there for? Don't you have anything to do?"
Lam regained his composure. 'Oh right, I still have work to do, I'll go first. Please rest well. Tommy, I ask you to take care of my boss."
"Okay." Tommy freely agreed.
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Half an hour later, the captain of the third police division of the Allen police station personally came to the luxurious single room in the police station to invite Bertha out.
'Miss. Bertha, you worked hard here last night, you can go now."
Looking at the flattering smile on his face, Bertha felt a bit strange. 'Didn't you make a record this time?"
Allen laughed.
"No need, I have investigated clearly, you are only protecting yourself. Although your defense methods are too extreme, you can compensate some money."
Allen could not have imagined that, early in the morning, both the National Investigation Agency and Fawn asked to protect Bertha. Bertha was surprised by this.
Everything was as expected, Bertha said nothing, her steps leisurely walked out of the small, luxurious room.
Allen volunteered to serve behind her. Suddenly thinking of something, he quickly chased after her.
'That's right, the National Investigation Bureau over there called me. They said that if you want to interrogate prisoner Saint last night, you can interrogate him at any time, and we will fully cooperate with you."
Bertha's steps suddenly stopped, her delicate eyelids slightly furrowed.
'National Bureau of Investigation?"
Allen nodded. 'That's right, your status is huge, and the two most powerful people in the country are supporting you, I'm like a hunting dog behind your back, if you have free time, please help me say good things to them."
Bertha bit her lip, her expression serious.
She was sure she didn't know anyone from the special investigation department herself, so why did the other party want to help her?
But if they gave her interrogation privileges, she couldn't waste it.
'You said the prisoner last night was named Saint? Where is he locked up? Please take me there."
'Okay, please come this way."
Allen guided Bertha inside.
On the way, Bertha was not silent.
She asked Allen. 'Who is the current boss of the special investigation department? Why have I never heard of him? That person seems very discreet."
Allen replied respectfully. 'Even you don't know, how would I know? This person has never shown his face, nor do we have any information about his identity. All his orders are carried out by his subordinates."
He paused for a moment and continued speaking. 'I heard that because he is so ugly, he often wears a mask to go out on missions. As for his identity, it is a mystery, but I guess, such a big figure must be someone from the big families in S city."
Bertha said nothing, her beautiful eyes were thoughtful, and she carefully thought about his words.
The two of them talked as they walked to Saint's cell door.
Allen ordered the police to open the lock.
Because Saint was to be put on trial the next day, he was detained in a single room.
When he opened the door, he was curled up in the damp corner of the room, with his back to the door, motionless, as if sleeping.
'Saint, get up."
A policeman gently stepped forward and used the tip of his foot to kick him twice.
No reaction.
Bertha felt something was wrong. She was about to go inside to check, but she heard the police inside shouting. 'Allen, this person stopped breathing."
"Huh? Why did he suddenly die? His wound last night was treated and he was even given medicine."
Allen reminded while quickly moving forward to observe the condition of Saint lying on the ground. "His body was still hot, proving that he had just died. His body had no fatal wounds. There were faint needle marks on the back of his neck. I'm not sure if he died from the injection or not. Through forensics, we are preparing to examine his body."
He pondered and asked. 'Is anyone here early this morning?"
The other policeman said. 'No, except for the police, no one came here."
Bertha stood in front of the door, listening seriously, when suddenly she realized something. 'Block the entire police department, no one can go out."
Allen quickly pressed the siren and blocked the police department.
The alarm bell rang, and the sound was extremely shrill.
Bertha bit her lip slightly, staring at Saint's body in the corner.
Yesterday, someone didn't kill Saint, today knowing she would come for questioning, that person killed Saint.
Did that person intentionally do that to attract her attention?
Allen gathered all the police officers, including outside officers, to check once, but there weren't any suspicious people, so he checked the cameras.
From the surveillance camera, he saw a strange scene.
Allen quickly called Bertha closer to show her.
In the surveillance camera, a man wearing a normal uniform stood under the camera, with his back to the camera, he slowly showed his thumb.
After that, he boldly left the police department, completely disappearing under all surveillance cameras.
His attitude was extremely arrogant and extremely provocative.
