Miss President wants to talk to you

But they don't miss it.

Instead, a strange idea came to mind.

"Does the Norton Federation accept anything that any country doesn't want?"

"They want the old forces, exploiters, traitors, lackeys, sellouts, and even cult members."

"If that's the case, then this country will be doomed sooner or later because of it."

The two gazed silently out the window, saying nothing more.

Several hours later, the vehicle arrived at the Washington, D.C. prison, where Barannikov was being held.

Edgar was already waiting there.

After a brief introduction, she didn't exchange pleasantries and led everyone directly through the iron gate.

"Barannikov was put in solitary confinement."

As Edgar walked, he said, "He has admitted to using a fake passport to enter the country, but refuses to explain the origin of the passport."

"What about the weapons?" Anton asked.

"They only acknowledge handling the matter, but do not admit to knowing the specific source."

Nikita sneered: “All smugglers say that, but don’t worry, we know how to get him to talk.”

The group went outside the interrogation room.

Through the one-way glass, you can see a middle-aged man with an overweight build sitting at the table.

His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were sunken.

He looks much older than in the photos in Hong Luo's archives.

But Anton only glanced at it before saying:

"It's him."

Edgar turned his head to the side.

"Sure?"

"You can trust our professionalism."

Behind the glass, Barannikov seemed to sense that someone was watching him and looked up uneasily.

When Anton and Nikita entered the interrogation room, he was taken aback for a moment.

His face then turned pale.

Who are you?

Anton sat down opposite him.

"You should be able to guess."

Barannikov stared at the badges on the two men's chests, becoming more and more incredulous.

No, impossible!

What did I do wrong to attract this kind of person?

"Cheka..."

Barannikov's voice revealed a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

"Barannikov, it seems your information is a bit outdated."

Nikita sneered, "We've changed our name. There's no Cheka now, only the State Security Directorate."

Chapter 82: The Federation's Wine is Amazing

Barannikov felt the world had gone mad.

It makes no difference whether it's the Cheka or the State Security Directorate.

The people are still the same group of people.

For someone like Barannikov, who fled Rossiya during the Red-White Civil War.

The Cheka was never a specific institution.

It was a ghost.

It can be called by any name, and its essence will not change.

What terrified Barannikov was why this group of people had appeared in the Norton Federation!

Is it all just for himself?

Is my crime really that serious?

Only now has Barannikov truly experienced what it means to have an unbreakable bond between a person and their homeland.

He was like a traveler on a long journey.

No matter how far away from home, no matter how much time has passed.

Lubyanka will always have a light on for him, providing him with a place to stay and eat.

"I...I'm not afraid of you..."

Barannikov trembled all over, constantly trying to find reasons to bolster his courage.

"I am already a federal citizen!"

"This is the Norton Federation!"

"You can't do anything to me!"

Anton did not refute.

He placed the briefcase on the table and slowly opened it.

Then a photo was taken out.

The photo shows a low wooden house.

The roof was covered with snow, and an old woman wearing a headscarf stood in the doorway.

When Barannikov saw the photograph, his breath caught in his throat.

Anton placed the photo on the table.

He didn't explain anything, he just said, "Let's have a good talk about this."

……

Outside the one-way glass, Eleanor and Edgar stood there, watching Anton and Nikita work.

Edgar watched it with particular attention.

This is a rare opportunity for peers to observe and learn from each other's experiences.

However, the more Edgar looked at it, the more confused he became.

"Their methods seem quite ordinary, not much better than those of the Investigation Bureau."

She had expected that the two red-clad companions would demonstrate some novel instruments of torture or interrogation methods she had never seen before, which would broaden her horizons.

However, it does not.

It's just a very ordinary method.

Inside the interrogation room, Anton remained seated, but Nikita had moved behind Barannikov and stood silently.

Make sure Barannikov can't see two people at the same time.

Anton's interrogation was also very gentle; he didn't shout or yell, just like a familiar person having a casual chat with you.

Talk about how many people are in your family, what your parents do, whether you have a good relationship with your wife, and whether your children are in school, etc.

Edgar couldn't see anything special about him.

But Barannikov was completely deflated, no longer having the courage to fight to the end, and began to speak freely.

Why is this happening?

"Don't think about it."

Eleanor reminded Edgar to stop speculating on his own.

This is, after all, a federation, and every action here has international implications.

Anton and Nikita will not resort to truly terrifying methods.

What they rely on now is the hard-earned skills honed over years of interrogation, including tone of voice, gestures, facial expressions, and even the atmosphere they create.

Edgar thought he could learn something by just glancing at it; he was being rather naive.

However, Eleanor's open admission that his peers were better than him only fueled Edgar's competitive spirit.

She thought to herself, what's so great about it? If they can do it, so can I.

One advantage of the federal government is that it can find refugees all over the world.

Among them were those who had experienced Cheka tactics firsthand.

I can definitely learn from their experience, summarize their insights, and develop a strategy suitable for the Investigation Bureau.

Wait for the right moment to reveal it and amaze the audience.

By then, Eleanor will definitely look at him with new respect!

……

An hour later, Anton and Nikita walked out of the interrogation room.

"Every detail has been checked."

Anton said, "We have obtained statements from all the information we previously provided."