During his tenure as the chief of the Turner City Regional Police Department, Chief Prondeau saw far more complex people than ordinary people. It was precisely because he had met so many people and was in the officialdom that he was keenly aware of one thing - Delisle might not really know those three people, especially when he saw three people who were completely unrecognizable and didn't even have the appearance of a human being. When the guy who couldn't be found was able to reveal their fake identity at once, Prondo understood.
Delisle didn't know those three people, but he knew what he should say. This meant that Delisle's "ventilation" in this matter was not his most real request. He should have other purposes. . At the same time, this realization made him even more confused. Whether he was blackmailing him, the regional police chief, or hoping to blackmail the gang leader Goldot, it was not a problem for a sissy like Delisle. Good choice.
He cannot be protected by Mrs. Vivian forever, and at the same time, for Mrs. Vivian, Delisle may not be irreplaceable. Using his own life as a bargaining chip to blackmail two people he couldn't afford to offend, is he crazy, or does he have other ideas
So Prondo pulled him aside and asked, "What do you want from me?" When bidding, this is not a one-person game, and multiple parties must join in to complete the final transaction.”
Delisle was stunned for a moment, then looked away, "I don't know what you said!"
"You know!" Prondo's tone was harsh and he sneered, "Do you want money? Are you here to get people for someone who cannot be named? Or have you done something and have to use this method to solve future problems? Tell me something, let me think about it.”
In fact, the more straightforward he was at this time, the less Proudou dared to go too far. It was precisely because of Delisle's hesitation and slight timidity that Proudou saw a glimmer of opportunity.
He couldn't afford to offend Mrs. Vivian, but he could offend the sissy in front of him. It is true that this sissy belongs to Mrs. Vivian, but people are different, and people have a price in this society. It’s clear who is more important than a regional police chief and an art gallery director. If he offended Delisle or even did something excessive, Mrs. Vivian would probably be angry with him.
But anger is not hatred. Anger is always the product of a moment, and it will gradually dissipate even if it lasts longer. He thought that he could compensate for Mrs. Vivian's anger in his own way, but it was painful for him to bear the unknown fear of the unknown like this.
He urgently wanted to know, what was Delisle's purpose in doing this
The corner of Delisle's mouth twitched twice. When he felt Prondo's ferocious gaze piercing his body, his heartbeat began to accelerate, his body began to heat up, and sweat began to form on his back. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. The next second he felt a huge force coming, slamming him into the wall behind him.
There was a loud bang, and a painful expression appeared on Delisle's face. Plando grabbed his collar with both hands, lifted him up, and pressed him tightly against the wall.
"My patience is limited, and I don't like guessing games. You don't have to tell me, but you have to know where this place is. There are at least two thousand stinky men here waiting to fuck your ass. I don't guarantee you You can leave here standing, and the choice of all this is up to you!" Prondo was also furious. He didn't know what Delisle's purpose was, and he didn't know what Delisle would say after returning, but he definitely Can't speak well of myself.
If the matter was simple, Mrs. Vivian could at most say a few bad words about him in front of the mayor, but if the matter was serious, then Delisle's statement would most likely make him lose something he couldn't lose.
That being the case, why not take a gamble
Delisle, who was dizzy from being hit and in pain as if his back was split, had begun to turn pale. The sweat beads on his makeup-smeared face couldn't stand at all, and rolled directly onto Prondeau's hands. He bared his teeth and hummed, and it took about ten seconds before he shouted: "I said, let me go, let me go!"
Prondo loosened his hands, took a step back, took off the cigarette he was holding, and stuffed it into Delisle's mouth, "I'm listening!"
Delisle took a puff of the cigarette nervously, took the cigarette from his lips with his trembling hands, and rolled his eyes twice, "I want money, a lot of money..."
Bang!
Prondo punched his cheek against the wall, "You lied!"
This judgment can be made based on two points. The first point is that the Delisle Art Museum may be relatively high-end in ordinary people's perception, and it does not have any profitable projects. Apart from occasionally teaching some students, there is no way to make money. . But Prondeau knew that many ladies like to choose some "elegant" incomprehensible works of art in the Delisle Art Museum. He cannot appreciate those paintings or sculptures, but this does not prevent everyone from choosing them. A piece of art can sell for an astonishing price. With the patronage of these ladies, Delisle, the director of the art museum, will not be short of money at all.
The second point is that it is too naive and too low-level to use such a method to extort wealth from him or Godol. You must know that you can use the power of Mrs. Vivian, just Mrs. Vivian One sentence was enough to make many people line up to send money to Delisle.
So Prondo thought Delisle had lied, which also made him even more frightened!
Delisle almost cried. His lips trembled violently, and he kept squeezing out some repeated words from the gap between his lips, "This is true, this is true!"
Prondo's narrowed eyes shone with a fierce luster. Now he began to wonder if someone had designed a trap waiting for him to jump down, and then he jumped in like a pig. His breathing also became heavier, and he got closer to Delisle, and the tips of their noses almost touched each other, "I don't ask who you serve, I will forget what I said and heard after I turn around, no matter the ending No matter what, I guarantee your safety. Now you just need to tell me who your target is."
Seeing Delisle who still refused to tell the truth, Prondeau directly pulled out his pistol and put it on Delisle's chin, "You have one minute to consider whether to say it or not, but after you make your choice, you will do not regret!"
I have a social event in the evening and my work is relatively busy during this time.
(End of chapter)