"Captain Moretti, can you explain what happened that day?"
Listening to the question repeated countless times again, Moretti leaned his whole body half in the chair, leaning on the back of the chair under his neck, and even lacked interest in raising his eyes, straight from the coat He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.
Immediately, blue smoke began to fill the entire waiting room, covering the three officials who sat opposite and specially sent by the Supreme Government to investigate the Zast incident—the Secret Service is a special department of the Supreme Government, yes, but such While the department has obtained extraordinary rights, it will inevitably be subject to stricter monitoring; after all, as a sharp sword of the highest government, if it hurts itself, it will become the biggest threat in the eyes of the Demon Hunters Union or the Holy See. joke!
Of course, all of this is carried out silently within the Secret Service and the Supreme Government; externally, the Secret Service is still the existence of the Communist Party, with staggering powers - being controlled by others is always annoying , even the Secret Service from the highest government who habitually obeys orders is no exception. Coupled with the proposal of "pacification" by some people in the highest government, this investigation department really exists, but there is no official official. Department name.
However, there is no doubt that this department is absolutely the most hated by members of the Secret Service, not one of them; Also cute!
Under the incandescent light, smoke continuously spit out from Moretti's mouth. Looking at Moretti like this, the one among the three officials who had been questioning before finally couldn't hold it anymore; he slammed He knocked on the table, and in the muffled sound of "bang", he shouted directly: "Captain Moretti, didn't you hear what I said?"
The slamming sound of the palm and the table finally brought back the distracted Moretti. He looked at the angry official in front of him, tapped the cigarette ash lightly and said, "Are you illiterate?"
The angry official nodded subconsciously under Moretti's questioning.
"Since you can read, then my report is clearly written, why do you still ask me!" Moretti showed a mocking smile unabashedly: "Are you showing your rights?"
"you!"
The official pointed at Moretti, unable to speak eagerly, especially Moretti's undisguised sarcasm, which made him feel like a clown and made people laugh—Molletti's words were right Mostly; the questioning this time, in addition to following the orders of the superiors to handle official business, was more to "shock" these undisciplined members of the Secret Service, so that these guys could face up to their existence and recognize clearly Who is the real leader of the Secret Service!
Pressing the cigarette with only butts in the ashtray on the table, Moretti stood up straight - although he is indeed "free" in terms of time now, he is not bored enough to fight with a man who only knows how to fight for power The characters are time-consuming in the "game" for a little bit of poor self-existence.
"By the way, you'd better stop using me as an outdated captain to test the so-called bottom line!" Moretti who walked to the door suddenly turned around and looked at the three officials sitting behind the desk. There was a trace of sternness on the thin cheeks: "The so-called bottom line didn't exist! Because you don't deserve it at all!"
Moretti, who walked out of the waiting room, clearly heard the sound of roaring and shattering glass coming from the room. It was obvious that the three officials were already in a hurry, and they didn't even care about their best appearance!
But what did it matter to him
Facing a group of scumbags whose hearts are filled with power, his attitude is even more inclined to carry out humane destruction!
"If you do this, you will be in trouble!"
Sheriff Ferrer frowned slightly—as the law enforcement department of the highest government, he also knew something about the internal affairs of the Secret Service; in addition, the Zast incident caused a lot of trouble in the city, relying on a qualified policeman Feller easily deduced the ins and outs of the whole matter; although, like Moretti, he also disliked those scumbags above, the consequences of doing so were not what he was happy to see.
"Even if those guys deserve to die ten thousand times, there is no need for you to stand directly on the opposite side of those guys; it will make your situation even more embarrassing!" Feller's tone was a little heavy, his face full of disapproval. Worried about the future of friends: "After all, those guys exist to check and balance you people!"
"Don't worry! I'm fine!" Contrary to his friend's worries, Moretti looked relaxed at the moment: "At worst, it's a long vacation! Those people above are reluctant to part with our rare resources! Buy me a drink, How about it?"
Seeing Moretti laughing, Ferrer shook his head secretly, but followed him without slowing down.
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The Storm Bar, although it was daytime, was still welcomed by the boss when Moretti and Feller appeared outside the bar door; especially the moment he saw Feller, the bar owner cleared out a mess as quickly as possible. Open a table—Although I don't want to admit it, Feller's title of sheriff is really useful for these people; as for Moretti, a regular customer? Thanks to Ferrer, the owner of the bar has decided to give him a 20% discount in the future.
Even though he had already memorized the situation at the Storm Bar, Moretti, who walked into the bar, still scanned the surroundings subconsciously; however, when he saw a figure, his casual scan immediately became full of vigilance. His gaze—without hesitation, Moretti walked to the other party's table, sat down straight and said: "It's a surprise, Your Excellency South hasn't left Dude yet!"
Moretti quietly watched the dark mercenary in front of him, waiting for the other party's answer—even though he showed disdain in front of the officials before, when a real problem arises, Moretti will still be the first to answer. Standing up to carry out his duties as the captain of the Secret Service.
"Is it because you are nostalgic for the scenery of Dude? Or has your Excellency a new mission?"
Looking at the dark mercenary crawling among the countless wine bottles in front of him, Moretti tentatively asked - he had checked the other party's information and knew the other party's drinking habits, he would not think that the other party was drunk.
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