Miss President wants to talk to you

It looks somewhat familiar.

Could that name he casually mentioned while bragging just now actually be coming?

No, no, no, no, no?

Edgar walked up to him and looked down at him.

"Nikolai Vyacheslav Barannikov?"

"it's me."

“Your affair has been exposed,” Edgar said coldly.

……

The arrest of Barannikov went exceptionally smoothly.

But Edgar soon realized that the real challenge was just beginning.

Metropolitan Branch of the Bureau of Investigation, temporary interrogation room.

"Will you talk or not! Will you talk or not! Will you talk or not!"

Papapa

The sound of whips whistling through the air echoed as they struck Barannikov.

Barannikov immediately let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

He cried and begged for mercy, "I'll tell you whatever you want to ask! But... but ask away!"

Since he was imprisoned, Edgar has only been hitting him without asking any questions, as if he's having a good time.

I kept asking myself whether to tell or not.

But what exactly do you want him to say?

"Looks like you're still not being honest."

Edgar sneered and raised the whip again. "What do you want to confess? Do I have to ask you one by one? Tell me everything you've ever done!"

"well……"

Barannikov was truly terrified of being beaten.

He didn't care about anything being important or not, and he poured out his entire past in one go.

They smuggled expired Russian weapons and boasted that Rossiya's equipment was the best in the world.

When dealing with passport forgery, their service and after-sales attitude is extremely arrogant.

They even offer jailbreaking services.

It involves forging death certificates for prisoners in jail, then re-issuing identity documents after the 'body' is transported out of the prison, effectively giving them a new lease on life.

This service is known as "resurrection of the dead".

Barannikov recounted every single detail of what he had done in great detail.

However, upon hearing these confessions, Edgar laughed in anger.

"Alright, alright, it seems you're really stubborn! You're unwilling to reveal any of your underground criminal networks, is that it?"

what?

Madame Baranico was dumbfounded.

What underground criminal network? I have such a thing? How come I don't know about it?

"I...I can't confess to this..."

How do you acquire something that doesn't exist?

At this moment, Edgar finally realized how tricky this mission was.

It turned out to be the case.

She had just been thinking that capturing Barannikov seemed far too easy.

It makes it seem like she's making a mountain out of a molehill by mobilizing so many people.

It now seems that getting them to talk is the real challenge.

So Edgar raised his whip, ready for another round.

And just then...

The interrogation room door opened.

"Who?!"

Edgar turned around in displeasure; who dared to disturb her while she was interrogating a prisoner?

Then, she saw Eleanor.

Next, Barannikov, who was tied to the interrogation rack, witnessed the smoothest change of expression in his life.

"Mr. Elinor!"

Edgar smiled radiantly, showing no trace of the murderous look he had just displayed.

"What are you doing here? I'm interrogating someone!"

"This guy is tough on the mouth, but it doesn't matter. The Investigation Bureau has plenty of power and means. We're not afraid he won't confess!"

"Don't stand up yet, come and sit down! We'll talk after you sit down!"

Eleanor was also starting to lose her composure.

Who did Edgar learn this method from?

"Stop doing this, stop doing this."

Eleanor waved his hand, refusing all of Edgar's kind offers.

Then he looked at the interrogation rack, somewhat puzzled.

"Who is this pig-headed guy?"

He asked, "Where is Barannikov, whom I told you to arrest?"

"That's him!"

Edgar hid the whip behind his back. "I might have gotten a little carried away when I was hitting him, but if you look closely, you can still make out some details."

Eleanor: "..."

He suddenly realized that Edgar seemed to have misunderstood something.

But there's no need to explain.

"Alright, that's enough."

Eleanor said, "Let me take this person with me, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Well, okay..."

Edgar sighed inwardly.

Ugh.

They messed things up again.

Although they captured Barannikov, they were unable to extract any useful information from him.

Eleanor had to take matters into her own hands.

"I'm so useless," Edgar thought to himself.

"Wait, wait! What are you going to do with me?"

At this point, Barannikov was terrified; this wasn't how things were going!

They were just shouting for violence, but now they're not even going to conduct a trial?!

However, no one cared about his thoughts, and no one even paid attention to him.

That night, Barannikov was transferred to a Washington, D.C. prison.

The next day arrived.

A telegram, crossing the ocean, reached the Federal Embassy in Sokovia.

Sokovia, a small country in eastern Europa, has diplomatic relations with both the Norton Commonwealth and Red Rossia, making it the most suitable third country to relay messages.

The telegram was printed out quickly.

When the federal ambassador to Somalia saw the contents, he showed an unprecedented expression of shock.

He suddenly realized

It's going to change.

Chapter 79: Let's just say we're celebrating

Early morning, Sokovia's Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

The Federal Embassy's car suddenly stopped at the entrance.

The Federal Ambassador to Somalia visited in person, but did not request a meeting with the Foreign Minister.

He simply handed a sealed document bag to a secretary in the office of the Secretary-General of the Sokovian Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"This is a document for judicial assistance."

He said, "Please forward this to the representative office of the Red Committee of the Union of Republics in Somalia."

The Solomon secretary was stunned.

The federal government is requesting judicial assistance from the Red Alliance.

And the way they address each other is so formal.