My name is Ren

Chapter 623 Killing a person may be very simple, but it is difficult to make a person bow their heads
Nietzsche squatted with his arms folded outside his old home in the Copper Ring District, watching the crowds on the street, his mind was blank, he didn't think about anything, and he couldn't think about anything.

He once thought that he had seen political matters thoroughly, but he didn't expect that he was still too naive.He couldn't resist Bethel, especially when Renn didn't come back. Facing the tough Bethel, Nietzsche discovered for the first time that he actually didn't have the background to stand up straight.He was not a nobleman, not even a baron.Second, his position was not appointed by Bethel or Her Majesty Queen Pars, but by Wren. From a certain level, it was a random order and a false appointment without credibility.Three, the Queen stands behind Bethel, but Wren is not behind him.

Only now did he understand why Rennes punished him severely last time, and only then did he understand why Rennes wanted him to keep a low profile. All of this was because all his power was not his own.

He thought that even if he left the Ministry of Security, those former subordinates would not seek refuge in Bethel. They might wait for his return in the old library, or they might come to him for private approval with official business.He is too simple, so simple that it is terrifying. In politics and in the officialdom, there is no "love" to speak of.Facing Nietzsche who was kicked out by Bethel, in the whole old library, except for the two chief and deputy captains who brought him great humiliation to monitor and escort him to leave, there was not even a single person who came to see him outside the gate. A glance seems to be lacking.

Everyone has become dumb, blind, and deaf. Maybe they are trying to please their new masters at this time?
There was an ugly smile on Nietzsche's numb face. He reached out and scratched at the sky. Power is really the most wonderful thing in the world. Even if you lose even a second, you will feel like a drowning fool. Even breathing became difficult.

He looked around blankly, a group of mud dog legs happily walking on the street.

Before half a month, he never thought that he would have such a day.This is his own residence. The houses in the Silver Ring and Golden Ring districts have been seized and confiscated. It is said that Bethel has sorted out some evidence and intends to submit it to the Supreme Procuratorate and the Supreme Court to initiate a review against him.The reason was that during his tenure as the head of the intelligence section of the Orlando Empire State Security Department, he embezzled and embezzled funds dedicated to field operations, and the amount was relatively large.

The most direct evidence is the houses in Yinhuan District and Jinhuan District.

Bethel really does not intend to let him go. It is almost an unspoken rule in official circles to embezzle part of special funds for all government departments in the entire empire.Of course, not everyone behaves like a holy person, but such people are always a very small number of individuals.Everyone is greedy, including Bethel, who is also greedy, but not much.More or less, in fact, there is no difference, the nature is there.

After a lot of funds passed through Nietzsche's hands, he would keep part of it himself, and divide the rest into four parts.One was from Bethel, and he never refused Nietzsche's gift of money to him. Sometimes Nietzsche could feel that Bethel needed money very much, and he seemed a little impatient for his gift of money.A copy was to be given to the chief of the internal affairs department—that is, in the hands of Ren.

There are also two copies that will be distributed to the deputy heads of the two major classes, as well as the parties involved in the operation.

This is the practice, but Bethel shamelessly framed him with the practice. If he has the ability, he will report Rennes and all those who participated in the money distribution.

Gritting his teeth, Nietzsche spat out a mouthful of saliva. The saliva mixed with mud rolled on the ground, and soon wet the ground the size of a copper coin.

The ground is all muddy, and the dust is quite large, far from the clean and crisp feeling of the Golden Ring area.

He stood up, holding on to the door frame in the process of standing up, his legs were a little numb after squatting for a long time, and he felt a little uncontrollable.

His wife has left the imperial capital with their children, and of course there is still some money that he secretly hid. Now he can be said to be alone, and those people who are adults and children all day long have disappeared, even if they go to the door. them.

Nietzsche was already a little desperate. If it wasn't for the last illusion left in his heart, he might have hung himself on the door frame.He is too aware of the means of those people in the Ministry of Security, even if a man of steel like iron enters, he will be turned into a puddle of mud by countless means.

Sighing lightly, he turned around and went back into the room, lying down on the chair casually.The chair pressed by his fat body made a difficult whine, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

At night, two guys in dark blue and gold double-breasted clothes with ears of wheat on their shoulders pushed the door open.They were a little surprised. No door from the gate to the house was locked. They seemed to understand Nietzsche's mood somewhat.

That is utter hopelessness.

"We are the prosecutors of the Supreme Prosecutor's Office. This is the arrest review document issued by the Chief Prosecutor, the Marquis of Rhine. I hope you can cooperate." As they spoke, the two handed over a piece of paper with the personal seal of the Marquis of Rhine and the Chief Prosecutor of the Supreme Procuratorate. The signed document was placed on the table.

Nietzsche glanced at it nonchalantly, patted the wrinkled corner of his clothes, "Let's go."

Both of them froze for a moment. This may be the first time they have met such a neat person since their work. One of the younger prosecutors couldn't help asking: "Don't you need to prepare?"

"Ready?" Nietzsche let out a chuckle, "Are you going to die? Well, don't talk too much, it will be dark if you don't leave."

In fact, Nietzsche is very clear that this is an inevitable procedure, but at the same time it can also be regarded as the protection of Rhine.As long as Rhine suppressed him and refused to let him leave the procuratorate under the pretext that he hadn't investigated clearly, then he was safe.Of course, it is impossible for Rhine to keep him in captivity. After all, behind Bethel is Her Majesty the Empress of the Empire. No matter how capable Rhine is, if he helps him for three to five days, it will be almost ready.

Compared with Nietzsche, Salcomo was obviously more unlucky. An agency like the State Administration of Taxation itself is a violent institution, and it also has interrogation rooms and qualifications for torture, so his life is much worse than Nietzsche.

It's been No. 17 days.

With the help of two strong men wearing masks, Salcomo was thrown on the restraint chair.No one "bound" him this time, even if he was asked to leave now, he would have no way to go out by himself.

Tutat's face was gloomy enough to drip water, he walked back and forth irritablely, the case file in his hand was ruthlessly slammed on the table again and again by him.On the first page of the entire case file, apart from Salkomo's personal information, there is not even a single word.

After seventeen days of interrogation and seventeen days of torture, the 60-year-old man survived without saying a word.During the interrogation process, Tutat didn't believe in evil, how could a pampered businessman withstand their various methods?But the fact is that he did it, passed out several times, and even when he fainted, he clenched his teeth, and it was very difficult to even irrigate.

Salcomo's eyes were as calm as ever, so calm that it was like an ancient deep pool of stagnant water, even the breeze could not stir up the slightest ripple.

Tutat was a little disheveled at this time. He promised that His Excellency the Chief would "clarify" the matter in the shortest possible time, but so far he has not received a single word.The chief asked him more than once, and even His Majesty greeted him through the chief.

If Salcomo still can't speak at the end of this month, then he will go out and replace him with someone capable.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the mania in his heart, Tutat tidied his messy hair casually. He strode to the restraint chair, pressed his hands on the armrests of the restraint chair, bent down, and stared at Sarah almost face-to-face. Elcomo, "I have already communicated with His Excellency the Chief and His Majesty, as long as you say something about Rennes, we will let you go. You can change your name and leave the imperial capital to continue to be your businessman, and we will give you With enough preferential policies, even taxes can not be collected from you during your lifetime."

"Think about it, freedom, wealth, status, nothing will be missing, and you will still get the friendship from me and His Excellency the Chief, and even His Majesty will pay attention to you, why do you hesitate?" He said fiercely Standing up, he stretched out his hand to straighten Salcomo's collar, buttoned it up, and wiped the dried blood on the side of his chin, "It's just a few words, why bother?"

Salcomo's eyes didn't fluctuate at all. He raised his head and looked at Tutat. Although he was in severe pain all over his body, he didn't care at all.He seemed to observe the world from another angle, and the most primitive reactions from his body could not act on his soul.His cheeks squirmed for a while, and he spat bloodshot saliva on Tutat's face.

"The Marquis of Rennes told me that when a person becomes crazy, it means that he is not far from death." Salcomo's tone was very calm, so calm that Tutat's heartstrings began to vibrate, "If If you think it is necessary, you can kill me." Suddenly there was a smile on his face, arrogance, contempt, pity... "But, do you dare?"

Tutat's lungs were about to explode. He was about to refute Sarcomo, but Sarcomo blocked his words, "Do you want to say that you dare? Come...", he reluctantly Raising his hand, his forearm was twisted and fractured, and he almost lost his sense of palm. He pressed his hand on his collar, pointing his fingertips at his throat, "Come on, cut a knife here, do you dare? Bastard ?”

(End of this chapter)