Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 344

  Chapter 344 Event Fermentation

  Thomas Cisse, chief of police, was puzzled, but he didn't say anything about it directly.

   It's not that he doesn't want Raymond Eddie to know, the main reason is that he knows the other party's character very well. Once he tells the other party the news, the other party will definitely take direct action without hesitation.

   But now all of this is his guess, and he can't let Raymond Eddie attack the opposing general again just because of his guess.

  After the last assassination incident, General Fang must have had more stringent protection. If he tries to attack him again at this time, he may be bitten by the opponent.

  They can't take risks. After all, once the Eddie family is found out, his relationship with the Eddie family must not be concealed.

  What Thomas Eddie didn't know was that everyone who had a relationship with Eddie's family had been closely monitored.

  Everyone's every move is under the supervision of the Second Division of the Logistics Department.

  The investigation department of Fangyuan Group followed Fang Lang's order and all staff withdrew.

   It's not that Fang Lang doesn't trust the investigation department. On the contrary, he regards them as his most secret cards, so he deliberately hides them to avoid letting anyone know of their existence.

   Now this force is not strong enough, so Fang Lang asked Zhong Ze to find two kind priests, and in their names, opened two orphanages in Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro.

  Began to adopt many orphans in the society, and selected potential orphans from these orphans, and sent them to a farm in Rio Grande do Sul for training.

  Among these orphans, there are whites, blacks, red necks, and every skin color. The oldest is no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and the youngest is only six or seven years old.

  Of course, the procedures are not simply to send people away, but to adopt them in the name of various people, but in fact these adopters do not exist at all, this is a means to deal with government inspections.

  Perhaps when these little guys really leave their teachers, a small fire may break out in this orphanage.

  Some documents may be destroyed by fire. As for the identity of these orphans, it is hard to say when they will return to society.

  At this moment, a large number of reporters are surrounded outside the Police Headquarters. Most of them are holding notebooks, some are holding cameras, and the most special one is two people who are playing with a video camera.

   For a while, the other reporters around me looked sideways. After all, cameras for news interviews are new in this era.

   But these are real reporters, and there is nothing strange about it.

  But there are actually two people with special identities in this group of people. They are not ordinary reporters, but agents of the Second Division of the Logistics Department.

  The purpose of their coming here is of course not for interviews. Although the two of them are just dressed as ordinary reporters, they hold simple notebooks and pens in their hands.

  But the bags I carry are slightly larger than ordinary bags.

   Time passed little by little, everyone's request to go in for an interview has not been approved, and the person they want to interview has never shown up.

   This made the reporters waiting at the gate of the Police Headquarters dissatisfied, and they clamored and demanded to interview Raymond Eddie face to face.

   I don't know how long it took, a young man in a suit and leather shoes who looked very imposing, without knowing what to think, slipped in from the guard who blocked him at the door.

   Completely ignoring the yelling of the guards behind him, he ran towards the office building of the police headquarters.

   This was a stab at a hornet's nest. The reporters who were blocked outside, how could they allow such good news to be exclusive to their colleagues, and broke through the blockade unruly, and rushed into the building of the police headquarters.

   All of a sudden, people are on their backs.

  Two detectives from the second division of the logistics department looked at each other, and followed the crowd towards the office building.

   But the blindness of the two of them was completely different from the others, as if they knew the layout of the police headquarters, they went directly to a bathroom on the second floor.

  The two people who were dressed as reporters when they entered had already changed into police uniforms when they came out.

   The two who walked out of the toilet looked at each other and nodded.

   Started to walk upstairs, and when passing by the Office of the Chief of Public Security on the fourth floor, he happened to see a group of reporters blocking a large group of policemen at the door of the Chief of Public Security's office.

   He was chattering about something, and the people being questioned were the Chief of Police and the Chief of Public Security.

  With just one glance, the two of them could see how ugly the faces of the people surrounded were.

   But in the face of the cameras that the reporters kept taking pictures, he had to show his generosity, forced a smile on his face, and barely coped with the reporters' questions.

  The two looked at each other the same way, with smiles in their eyes, nodded slightly, and lowered the brim of their hats even lower.

  Passing past the crowd as if nothing had happened, he arrived outside the office of the chief of police unimpeded all the way, but saw the secretary of the chief of police still working outside the office.

  After the two made eye contact, one of them walked up to the secretary and said:

   "Mr. Chief is surrounded by reporters outside Chief Eddie's office."

  The secretary was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise:

   "How did the reporter get in?"

   "I don't know either! But I saw that Mr. Chief was surrounded inside, and the situation seemed to be not good.

  So, let me let you know if you need help? "

  I didn't think there was anything wrong with the secretary, but when I heard that the situation of the leader was not good, I didn't have time to think about it, so I got up and said:

   "Thank you for your reminder, I'll go and have a look now."

  The young man watched the secretary leave, but the person who came with him had already pushed open the door of the chief's office and slipped in.

  Looking at the surrounding environment, the young man came to the rest area at the door of the office and sat down, waiting patiently like a small cadre waiting to be received by the leader.

  By the way, be vigilant for the companions inside.

   After more than ten minutes, the chief's office door was opened from the inside. The companion glanced at the young man waiting at the door and nodded to him.

  The young man glanced around, found nothing unusual, and then nodded to his companion.

  The companion pushed the door out, and after the two reunited at the door, they went downstairs without stopping, and walked out of the police headquarters building swaggeringly.

   No longer pay attention to what happens inside.

   The two of them didn't go far, turned into an alley, came to an apartment building not far from the police headquarters, and knocked on the door regularly.

   Soon the door was opened from the inside, and the people inside looked at the two, nodded at each other and let them in.

  The two of them went directly to a room on the second floor, where a person was looking at documents on the desk.

  Seeing two people coming in, this person raised his head. It was Silva Carpenter, the deputy chief of the Natal Police Department and the second division of the Logistics Department.

   "Is things going well?"

  The two looked at each other, laughed and said:

   "Haha. Sir, it went smoothly beyond imagination. The people at the Police Headquarters were all entangled by those reporters.

  We easily entered the office of Chief Cisse. "

  Hearing that things were going well, Silva Carpenter let out a sigh of relief. This operation was actually very risky.

  Sneak into the office of the chief of the Brazilian Police Headquarters. If you are discovered, the consequences will be very serious.

  But at this moment their investigation results show that the chief of police turned out to be the secretary general of the police club, and the list of all members of the club is kept in his office.

  If they want to know who are in this club, they must get this list.

  It is impossible for the chief of police to hand over such an important thing to them. In order to grasp the situation as soon as possible, he can only make a bad move.

   "Did you find something?"

"Yes, sir.

   All the lists I got captured by me with this tiny camera. "

  The young man who sneaked into the office took out a mahjong-sized camera from his pocket, and handed it to Silva Carpenter.

   Silva Carpenter looked at the miniature camera in front of him with a satisfied smile on his face.

  With this list, it means that all members of the Police Club have fallen into their grasp.

  As for the people on this list, how to deal with them in the future is not something he can decide.

   Just as Silva Carpenter was happy to have completed the task, Raymond Eddie of the Police Headquarters was already on the verge of breaking out.

   Just as he had communicated with Chief of Police Thomas Cisse about how to deal with this matter, and was about to sneak home, he was blocked by a group of reporters at the door of the office.

  Before he understood what was going on, there was a sound of cameras taking photos at the door, and flashes were lit from time to time, which almost blinded his eyes.

  Raymond Eddie, who had already suppressed his anger, was about to explode in an instant.

   Fortunately, Thomas Cisse, who was following behind him, reacted quickly, grabbed Raymond Eddie who was about to explode, and dragged him behind him.

   Pushed himself to the front.

   And took the opportunity to whisper in Raymond Eddie's ear:

   "Don't make a sound, let me answer anything."

   After speaking, he tidied up his attire and stood in front of the reporters.

   Coughed twice, ready to appease the reporter who broke in.

   But these reporters obviously didn't intend to listen to what he had to say, and everyone's target was on Raymond Eddy.

   A bunch of long guns and short cannons directly passed Thomas Sissy and hit Raymond Eddie's face.

   Some of them even hit Raymond Eddy, which made Raymond Eddy very angry, but he also understood that now the public is in public, and he must maintain his image.

  So, gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to get angry, and took a slight step back.

   "Director Eddie, please talk about your purpose of smuggling arms."

   "Mr. Eddie, as the Director of the Public Security Department of the Police Headquarters, what do you know about breaking the law?"

   "Mr. Eddie, how did you become the head of the Public Security Department of the Police Headquarters at such a young age?"

   "Mr. Eddie, is the arms smuggling your private act or the police headquarters' act."

   "Mr. Eddie, I heard that your father was the previous Deputy Minister of Justice. Is it related to your father that you became the chief of the Public Security Department at such a young age?"

   "Mr. Eddie, is arms smuggling your family business? How long has your family been involved in arms smuggling?"

  The reporters asked sharp questions one after another, and all the policemen on the scene were ashen-faced.

  The police who have been in charge of blocking these reporters pushed all the reporters more than one meter away abruptly, and they were about to be pushed back by the reporters.

  The policemen passing by also joined in one after another, pushing the reporters back more than two meters.

   Police Chief Thomas Cisse finally had some room for movement.

  He has met many times to answer reporters' questions, but today's one is the craziest one he has encountered, bar none.

   Obviously, everyone's concern about this big news far exceeds any information disclosed by the police headquarters in the past.

   This is also rare for him, after all, the Brazilian government has liberalized news control, that is, in the past two years.

  The original news media were the mouthpieces of some governments, and all they publicized were positive images and information of some governments.

  Everyone is doing some normal propaganda work at the request of the government, there is no need to be too active.

  But there is a saying that is good, good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

  Some people have done some good deeds. Even if people see it in the newspaper, everyone may say "Oh!", thinking: Such a thing! Nothing unusual! I can do it too.

But if someone does something bad, it is true, the speed of transmission is fast, everyone will meet and discuss their views on this matter, whether it is a familiar person or a stranger, they can find it instantly common topic.

   And talk endlessly.

  For the media, bad things spread more quickly, which can arouse heated discussions among the masses and increase the sales of newspapers.

   At the same time, the most important thing is to be able to reflect the role of the media in supervising the government.

  So the enthusiasm of the reporters is not the same.

  Thomas Cisse saw that the reporters were stopped at a safe distance of one meter, and then coughed twice:

   "My friends from the press, please calm down first.

  I am Brazilian Police Chief Tomas Cisse, and I just learned about the news reported by the Brazil Times today.

   We still need to investigate whether the matter is true or false,

   Now, based on an unfounded report, everyone has to suspect that our senior officials of the Brazilian Police Headquarters are too hasty.

  So I hope that everyone can give our Police Headquarters a little time, let us find out the truth of this matter, and then report the actual situation to everyone, okay? "

   As soon as the words fell, the reporters pointed their guns and short guns at Thomas Cisse.

   "Mr. President, are you questioning the authenticity of this report?"

   "Mr. Chief, are you trying to cover up Director Eddie?"

   "Excuse me, what is the relationship between Mr. Chief and Director Eddie?"

   "Mr. Chief, did you also participate in this arms smuggling case?"

   "Excuse me, Mr. Chief, is this arms smuggling an act of the Police Headquarters?"

   "May I ask, Mr. Chief, the first arms smuggling case, after the navy was handed over to the Recife Police Department, why there is no follow-up? Is it because the local police station is also involved?"

   "Excuse me, Mr. Chief, how do you plan to deal with Director Eddie?"

   "Mr. Chief, do you want to delay time?"

  The reporters asked questions like a series of cannonballs, and the chief of police, Thomas Cisse, didn't know how to answer them for a while, and sweat began to break out on his forehead.

  (end of this chapter)

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