Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 701

Chapter 701 Prosecutor 1

"Since the other party has stated that he is here for Mr. Mora, he must have hired a murderer. You can send Mr. Bonnilla away first! I will wait here for the police in the jurisdiction to come and take over."

The policeman who was talking to Jacob Bonnilla nodded when he heard this, turned to look at Jacob Bonnilla and said:

“Mr. Bonnilla, although the situation seems a little inappropriate now, my superior wants to talk to you about something in person. I wonder if you can come with me?”

Now Jacopo Bonnilla is in a bit of a dilemma. As a prosecutor, he is very clear about the police's case handling procedures. Logically speaking, if a shooting occurred here, he should stay at the scene and wait for the police to come over. record. He could leave only after he understood the situation at the scene.

But the two people in front of them were policemen. The other party made it clear that their superiors wanted to see them, so of course he had to give them face. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked:

“As a party, don't I have to stay at the scene and wait for the police in the jurisdiction to come and take notes?”

The policeman was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he realized that the other party knew the police's case handling procedures, but he didn't care. He just smiled and shook his head and said:

"It doesn't matter. We will hand over a complete report on the situation at the scene. He is the one who shot the gun. He can just stay here to handle it."

 As the victim of an attack, our first priority is to ensure your safety. Therefore, it is a normal procedure to **** you away, and it is not against the regulations to come back to you to take notes during the investigation of the case. "

Jacob Bonnilla thought for a moment before nodding:

“Okay! I don't know where your commander is. Can I go home and explain to my family before I go there?”

The intelligence police officer's attitude was very easy-going and he had no intention of taking him away by force. He just nodded after thinking for a moment:

 “No problem, we can take you home first.”

This time Jacob Bonnilla was really relieved. He was not afraid of the two policemen and the killer. The main reason is that they are worried about their purpose. After all, they are not ordinary police officers. Rather, they are intelligence police who specialize in counterintelligence work.

How could he not be worried when he was approached by such a person? Fortunately, judging from the other party's attitude, it seemed that the other party was not trying to arrest him.

Because there were vehicles everywhere on the congested road, Jacob Bonnilla's vehicle could not get out of the traffic flow at all. The police officer took him directly through the traffic flow and beat him on a less congested street. took a taxi and headed towards his home.

When he got home, he teased his son and told his wife that he had to go out to do some errands tonight and might come back late. Then he followed the policeman and got into a car parked downstairs of his house. Aston Martin military jeep.

Apparently, intelligence police support arrived during the time he returned home, including a military jeep.

Jacob Bonilla didn't say much about this. Now that the intelligence police had found him, it meant that he had to go on this trip whether he wanted to or not.

Otherwise, these intelligence police established for counterintelligence will not tell you any case-handling procedures. As a prosecutor, he has a clear understanding of the powers of these intelligence police.

After driving around the city of Belen for several times, the vehicle finally drove into the underground parking lot of an inconspicuous five-story office building. Through the elevator in the underground parking lot, they went directly to the fifth floor.

 After stepping out of the elevator, Jacob Bonnilla was strictly searched by the guard guarding the door. After making sure that he did not have any dangerous or suspicious items on his body, he was taken to a tea room that was not luxurious.

This surprised Jacopo Bonnilla. Although there are now a large number of Chinese in Brazil, the Chinese tea drinking habit has gradually affected many Brazilians.

But he didn't expect that there would be a special tea room in the intelligence police's office area. Although this tea room is not luxurious, the exquisite tea set on the tea table is definitely worth a lot of money.

 At least in Jacob Bonnilla's opinion, it is definitely a set of fine ceramics. This made him wonder whether the intelligence police chief who summoned him was a Chinese.

Fortunately, he didn't wait long in the tea room. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties, with a large scar on the corner of his eyebrow and a very strong aura opened the door and walked in.

 Even though Jacopo Bonnilla, as a state prosecutor, has experienced many big scenes and met many big people, there has never been any big shot as powerful as the person in front of him.

　　Although the other person smiled at him, he did not feel the slightest amiability from the other person. On the contrary, he only felt a chill down his spine and the hair on his hair stood on end. I couldn't help but stood up in a panic and swallowed hard. For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

 The other party was obviously not surprised by his performance. He just extended his right hand to him very politely and said:

“Hello, Prosecutor Jacopo Bonnilla! Nice to meet you! My name is Sileo Leitch, you can call me Lieutenant Colonel Leitch.”

Hearing that the other party turned out to be a lieutenant colonel, Jacob Bonilla became even more nervous. Although he knew the functions of the intelligence police, he did not know the specific establishment of the intelligence police. When he saw that it was a lieutenant colonel who wanted to see him, He couldn't help but feel more nervous about himself.

　　It's not that he is afraid of soldiers, but he is a little worried about whether the military will be involved in the other party's agenda. Although this Mr. Sirio Leitch was not wearing a military uniform, he could still feel from the way the other person walked that he was an officer.

He knew in his heart that now that he was here, he had no way to escape. He could only bite the bullet and shake hands with the other party and said:

 “Hello! Lieutenant Colonel Leitch.”

Silio Leitch could feel the tension of the other party. He took the initiative to reach out and hugged the other party gently, then gestured for the other party to sit back on the stool, and walked to the main seat of the tea table and said:

"Haha... Mr. Bonnilla, don't be nervous. We didn't have any malicious intent in looking for you this time, and you didn't do anything against the law."

 After saying that, he began to arrange the tea sets on the tea table in an orderly manner, without even asking Jacob Bonilla whether he liked tea or not.

After adding a few olive-shaped charcoal to the small red clay stove next to him and filling the small clay pot with water, he looked up at Jacob Bang who didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while. Nila glanced at it and said:

“I just heard from my brothers that Mr. Bonnilla was assassinated today. I wonder if we need the help of our intelligence agency to deal with this matter.”

Hearing this, Jacopo Bonilla couldn't help but frown. Good guy, this is indeed not an ordinary intelligence police officer, but the Brazilian Intelligence Agency directly under the military.

“No, no, I haven't had time to thank the two police officers for saving my life today! If they hadn't appeared in time, I think I would have died on the street by now.

If I am not mistaken, the killer should be the drug dealer who was sent to the gallows by me and slipped through the net. I will continue to hunt these people in accordance with the law. No need to trouble you! "

Hearing this, Sirio Leitch arranged the tea sets on the tea table and said with a smile:

“Haha...it doesn't matter. Although cracking down on drug dealers is not our main job, it is not in line with our code of conduct to remain indifferent if we discover the existence of drug dealers.

What's more, this drug trafficker is trying to retaliate against our Brazilian prosecutors. This is not an act of retaliation against you personally, but a provocative act against our entire Brazilian judicial system.

I have just issued an order to the local intelligence police. They will launch a comprehensive hunt for the drug trafficker leader named Mora. "

Seeing Sireo Leitch say this, Jacob Bonnilla could not refuse for a while, so he could only nod his head to express his gratitude:

 “Then thank you very much for your help.”

Then he asked impatiently: "I wonder why you invited me over today...?"

You can't blame Jacopo Bonilla for getting straight to the point. It's actually that he, as a prosecutor, is not willing to have too much contact with people from these intelligence agencies for fear of getting into trouble.

Silio Leitch can naturally understand this, but since he has found him this time, he has to be involved in this matter. Seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to have too much involvement with him, he didn't care, but smiled and said:

“Mr. Bonnilla, don't worry, we have no ill intentions towards you.”

As he spoke, he took out two cans of tea from the tea table and said:

“I have the best Dahongpao and Tieguanyin here. I wonder what Mr. Bonnilla likes to drink?”

 In fact, Silio Reich knew the situation of this Jacopo Bonilla very well. He was a typical Brazilian. He was accustomed to drinking coffee and rarely drank tea.

 But this time, the other party cannot choose according to his preference at all. He can only choose according to the topics he has arranged for him.

Hearing this, Jacob Bonilla couldn't help but touched his nose in embarrassment, and said sheepishly:

“Sorry, I don't know much about tea. Is there any difference between these two types of tea?”

Silio Leitch glanced at the other party with a smile. Seeing that the other party did not refuse his invitation for tea, he nodded with satisfaction and said:

“Dahongpao is a black tea, while Tieguanyin is a green tea.”

 “Then take Tieguanyin!”

After hearing Sirio Leitch's introduction, Jacob Bonnilla didn't think much and directly chose green tea. Brazilians are different from British people. Most of them like lighter teas.

Xiliorechi was not surprised by Jacob Bonilla's choice. Under the influence of Fang Lang, he actually preferred black tea, and in his opinion, green tea like Tieguanyin was not suitable for now. This Kung Fu tea set.

 But since the guest has made a choice, of course he must respect it. He could only smile and nod, pick up Tieguanyin's tea can and start making tea.

It has to be said that following Fang Lang for a long time has made him very familiar with the process of making Kung Fu tea, and he can only operate it with confidence and calmness. This made Jacob Bang, who had seen this way of drinking tea for the first time, Nila was surprised.

But when a cup of green tea with clear soup and fragrant aroma was brought to Jacopo Bonilla, he was still a little unresponsive.

 When he saw Silio Leitch politely reaching out to him for tea, he quickly reached out and picked up the small teacup that was only big enough for one sip, not knowing what to do for a while.

　　Until Sirio Leitch, who was opposite, picked up the tea cup and sniffed it under his nose, showed a satisfied smile, took another sip, and squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was carefully savoring the taste of the tea soup. He just followed the other person's example and put the teacup under his nose and sniffed it.

A light and elegant fragrance instantly rushed into the nasal cavity, which lifted Jacob Bonilla's spirit. He did not expect that this tea would be so fragrant. Then he couldn't wait to take a sip. To his expectation, the tea soup did not burn his mouth because it was made from fresh boiling water.

On the contrary, it was a heat that he could accept. After taking a sip, he felt a completely different experience from coffee. The taste was mellow and not as slightly sour as he imagined. His eyes couldn't help but light up.

 He couldn't help but drink the whole cup of tea directly. Although the temperature was slightly higher, he could still feel a different kind of comfort. Coupled with the slow and rhythmic brewing movements of Silio Reich opposite him, Jacob Bonilla, who was still a little nervous at first, quickly relaxed.

Silio Leitch, who had been observing Jacob Bonnilla's performance, couldn't help but smile. He had to say that drinking Kung Fu tea together was indeed a way to relax people quickly.

“Mr. Bonilla is a Salvadoran, right?”

Seeing that Jacob Bonnilla's mood gradually calmed down, Sirio Leitch said casually while adding new tea to the other's empty tea cup.

This kind of chatting topic made Jacob Bonnilla more relaxed, and he answered directly without thinking:

 “Yes, I was born in El Salvador.”

 “Do you like your hometown?”

 “Of course, there is a beautiful sea view there and there is a family who loves me. Of course I like it.”

“I have been to El Salvador twice, and I have to say that El Salvador has developed very well in the past two years. New factories are being built every day, the economy is growing very fast, and people's pockets are getting bigger and bigger.

Those dilapidated shacks in the past have been transformed into reinforced concrete multi-story residential areas. Everyone's living environment has undergone earth-shaking changes. The streets are filled with a constant flow of various cars.

 This kind of change was something I couldn't even imagine before! "

Hearing Silio Leitch's emotion, Jacob Bonilla was a little surprised. He understood that there must be a reason why the other party said these words to him, but the other party did not say it directly, and he was not in a hurry, just followed it. The other party's topic said:

"Yes! It's not just El Salvador, it's the same in Belem where we are now! There were so many cars in Belem a few years ago. Many people couldn't even afford to eat, let alone buy cars for transportation. "

He really wanted to complain about the bad traffic conditions in Belem, but after thinking about the other party's identity, he held it back.

Silio Leitch also smiled after hearing what he said.

“In recent years, the development speed of Brazil as a whole has been visible to the naked eye, almost exceeding the development speed of the previous decades. We have caught up with the good times!

However, I have heard many people say that all this is due to the Americans. What do you think? "

 (End of this chapter)

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