AWB Chapter 482 Humph, how much is favor worth?
Chapter 482 Humph, how much is favor worth?
"If you are truly innocent, then you don't have anything to worry about.
But if you try to evade investigation by making threats, you’re only going to make your situation worse.”
Hao Shizhong was already knowledgeable and experienced. He sat steadily in front of the director, his eyes calm and deep.
He gently picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then said slowly, "Let's drink tea together and reminisce about the past, to eliminate the negative influence on you. I clearly helped you pull out of the vortex, so how did it become my fault?"
His voice was steady and powerful, and every word he said seemed to be carefully considered.
The director was extremely angry. He felt as if Hao Shizhong had seen through his thoughts and had outmaneuvered him.
But he knew very well that he couldn't lose his temper at this moment. After all, he had not completely cleared himself of suspicion. If he had a falling out with Hao Shizhong at this time, it would not do him any good.
So he forced a smile on his face, but the smile looked very forced, like a mask that had been stretched and deformed.
He said, "Master Hao is right. It was I who was not thoughtful enough."
The director's eyes rolled around, and he continued, "It's getting late. If you want to find evidence, it will probably take time. I have some things waiting for me to deal with in the bureau."
As he spoke, he observed Hao Shizhong's expression, trying to find any sign of relaxation on his face.
Hao Shizhong understood that the director wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he remembered what Qi Tongwei had just said.
Qi Tongwei had reminded him before that the relationships behind the director were complicated. If he insisted on leaving, let him go and find someone to follow him secretly. Don't fall out with him, otherwise it would be bad if both sides end up in a lose-lose situation.
Hao Shizhong weighed the pros and cons, then smiled slightly and said, "Since the director has something to do in the bureau, I can't force him to stay.
However, I hope the director can understand that everything we are doing now is to find out the truth and clear everyone's name.
If the director is truly innocent, then there is nothing to worry about."
The director nodded quickly and said, "That's natural, that's natural.
Commander Hao, rest assured, I will actively cooperate with the investigation."
Commander Hao smiled slightly, and that smile contained just the right amount of apology and unquestionable majesty.
He said slowly, "What happened today was a bit offensive. After all, something like this happened, especially when it was rumored to be related to you, Director. I must maintain my identity and profession as a public servant of Xia State. I believe you can understand."
His words seemed polite, but in fact they were sharp. Every word was like a soft knife, gently cutting through the director's heart.
The director was extremely furious at this moment, as if a burning flame was being forcibly suppressed in his heart.
He felt like he was being roasted on a fire, but he couldn't retaliate, so he could only grit his teeth and swallow it.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Things have happened, you have to understand it whether you understand it or not.
I'll leave first. "
There was a hint of helplessness and unwillingness in his voice.
Hao Shizhong looked at the director, still with that faint smile on his face, and said, "I'll ask someone to take you back."
His suggestion seemed to be a polite gesture, but the director heard the deeper meaning behind it.
The director immediately said, "No need, I'll ask someone to pick me up."
His answer was straightforward. He didn't want to be followed by Hao Shizhong's men at this time. He wanted to get rid of this depressing place as soon as possible. At the same time, he also wanted to find an opportunity to plan how to deal with this situation next.
Hao Shizhong didn't force him. He asked someone to send the director to the gate.
The staff accompanied the director all the way to the door.
The staff kept a proper distance and followed politely but vigilantly.
When he arrived at the gate, the director saw a car already parked on the side of the road.
It was a black Volkswagen, reflecting cold light in the sunlight, and seemed to carry a repressive atmosphere.
The director had a dark face and walked quickly towards the car without saying a word. He opened the door and slammed it shut. The car immediately raised a cloud of dust, as if it was an outlet for his anger at the moment.
The guard had been watching all this from a distance. When he saw the director get into the car and leave, he immediately took out his phone, his eyes fixed on the car that was gradually moving away, and spoke quickly and clearly: "A black Volkswagen, license plate number Hai A..."
Behind this seemingly calm scene, a war without smoke is quietly unfolding, and every detail may become a key factor in determining victory or defeat.
The black Volkswagen was parked quietly on the side of the road, with all the windows covered with black film, so no movement could be seen from the outside.
The director hurriedly got into the car with a gloomy face and sat down in the back seat.
The atmosphere in the car was as depressing as the gloom before a storm.
The director's face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with anger and panic.
He said to the driver in a bad mood: "I was calling Xiao Dong, why are you here?"
There was obvious dissatisfaction in his voice. At this sensitive moment, the last person he wanted to see was this mysterious person.
The driver was wearing thick glasses, and the look behind the lenses was unfathomable.
He also wore a mask, revealing only his eyes and forehead, giving people a mysterious feeling.
Hearing the director's question, he did not get angry. Instead, he said with a light-hearted sense of superiority: "I care about you. I can solve the problems that Xiao Dong can't solve."
When the director heard this, he became even more angry.
His body trembled slightly, and he said with a dark face: "You come here at this time, isn't it obvious that you want to harm me?
You know they are investigating me, do you want to die?"
His words were filled with fear and anger.
He knew very well that although the person in front of him seemed to care about him, his presence would only make things more complicated.
The forces behind this mysterious man are huge and complex. He is like a small chess piece in front of him and may be abandoned at any time.
His hands gripped the armrests of the chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the strain.
The mysterious driver just laughed softly, and the laughter echoed in the quiet car, making people feel particularly harsh.
He said slowly: "Do you think you have any other choice?
We are all in the same boat now, and if you sink, I won’t be able to escape any harm either.”
The director gritted his teeth, he knew that the mysterious man was telling the truth.
But he still said unwillingly: "What are you going to do now?
They already have some evidence, although it can't completely prove my guilt, but if they continue to investigate..."
His voice trailed off, his eyes filled with worry.
The mysterious driver was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Don't be so scary. If it weren't for me, you would have died long ago. How could you still be alive now?"
The man's tone was a little cold, and his voice was like the cold air coming out of an ice cellar, spreading in the small space inside the car.
He looked coldly at the director in the rearview mirror through the thick lenses.
The director sitting in the back row suddenly fell silent, like a snake with its wings pinched.
Countless photos flashed through his mind, and the things he had done for this mysterious organization were projected before his eyes like slides.
After a few seconds, he slowly spoke: "I have done so much for you over the years, my neck has long been on the line. Your greed is too strong, you simply don't care about your life."
There was obvious complaint in his voice, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his face was full of helplessness and regret.
The man seemed to have heard a joke and said with a smile: "Don't look so reluctant, weren't you also very happy when you saw the money?
Especially your mother-in-law back then..."
The man deliberately dragged out his tone. He knew that this was the director's weak spot. As long as it was mentioned, the director would panic like a beast that was hit in the vitals.
When the director heard this, he hurriedly interrupted him and said, "Stop talking. The light ahead is red."
His voice was trembling, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.
His heart was filled with fear at this moment. He was afraid that if the man continued to talk, the secrets buried deep in his heart would burst out like a flood.
He felt like a clown stripped naked on stage, with no dignity at all.
The director sat in the back row, feeling very uncomfortable.
His body twisted unconsciously, and his hands kept rubbing the corners of his clothes, trying to relieve the tension in his heart.
He was always cautious, but at this moment he lost his composure.
He didn't even notice that there was a car following them not far away.
The unidentified man seemed to be in complete control of the situation, and he took satisfaction from the director's reaction.
He continued slowly, "Do you think you have a way out?
If any one of the things you have done were to be revealed, it would be enough to send you to jail for life.
You should be thankful that you are still useful, otherwise..."
The man didn't finish his words, but those unfinished words were like a sword of Damocles hanging over the director's head, ready to fall at any moment.
The director gritted his teeth, he knew that the man was telling the truth.
But he still said unwillingly: "You can't do this to me. I have done so much for you, don't you have any mercy at all?"
There was a hint of pleading in his voice as he tried to summon some sympathy from the man, but he knew in his heart that it was almost impossible.
The man sneered and said, "Favor? In this world where profit is paramount, how much do you think favor is worth?
You'd better be obedient and follow our plan. It will be better for both you and me."
The director lowered his head helplessly, knowing that he had fallen into a trap from which he could not escape.
At this time, Qi Tongwei was busy in the monitoring room with full concentration.
His eyes were fixed on the screen, not missing any potentially useful image.
The air around seemed to be frozen, with only the slight buzzing sound from the monitoring equipment.
Qi Tongwei's fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard as he was investigating where the black Volkswagen came from.