Twenty Seven Years Chapter 345

  Chapter 345 Interrogation of the factory owner

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  Wifred Weaving Mills

  As usual, he inspected the factory building and ensured that the workers were still working hard without any slack. Then Wilfred went out with confidence and got on the car to go back to the mansion.

But just as he walked out of the factory gate and was about to walk towards the car that was only six or seven meters away from him, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and before he could see who it was, a hard object hit him at the back of the waist.

   "Don't move, I will shoot you immediately if you dare to make any movement." There was a cold voice from the man.

  Wifred's mind went blank, he shrank his neck as if he had been electrocuted, and turned his head to look at the man tremblingly.

  The man is an unfamiliar face, he has no impression at all.

  What is he here for? Seeking revenge? Kidnap?

"Get to the car and tell the driver that you have to handle official business at the factory today, so you won't be going back, and ask him to tell the people in your mansion." The man with the gun ordered while holding Wilfred forward with a gun, " If you dare to play any small tricks, I will shoot directly."

   "You, you move the gun away first, and I promise to do what you say." Wilfred didn't even know how to walk, for fear that if the other party went off, he would die on the street without knowing it.

   "Hush." ​​The distance was only six or seven meters. The man with the gun didn't have time to deal with Wilfred, so he directly pushed him to the front of the car with his gun.

  "Mr. Wilfried." The driver in the car saw Wilfried and was about to get out of the car to open the door for him.

  Wifred hurriedly stopped: "No, no, no, I, I won't go back today. Tell them when you go back."

   "Why didn't you go back?" The driver looked puzzled, since he didn't go back, why did he come out to the car himself.

"Here... still have some work to do, it's more urgent." For a moment, Wilfred wanted to try to disclose the information that he was kidnapped to the driver, but he was afraid that this was a desperado, something that could have been solved with a little money It became a desperate effort, and finally failed to muster up the courage to wink.

   "Why don't you call directly?" In the past, Wilfred himself called directly to notify him of any incidents, and he, a little driver, hadn't asked him to take the call.

   "The phone... is broken, anyway, you go back, hurry up." Wilfred urged, feeling the force exerted by the muzzle of the lower back.

   "Okay, okay, I'll go first." The driver didn't dare to delay and drove away.

Seeing the corner of the road where the car disappeared, Wilfred seemed to relax a little bit, and seemed to be even more uncertain: "You, you, do you want money? The money is easy to talk about. You come back to the factory with me and I'll give it to you. "

   "How much money do you have on you now?" The man with the gun led Wilfred to the alley, "Take it all out."

   "I look like..." Wilfred tried to resist walking into the alley while taking out the money. No one can see the alley, this person can do whatever he wants to him, it is too dangerous.

  The man with the gun couldn't help but push him into the alley, and grabbed the money: "Just a few tens of gold grams?"

"I usually don't carry a lot of money with me. If it's not enough, you can go back to the factory with me, and I'll get you as much as you want. You put down the gun now, and we can discuss things. I can't escape anyway, right?" Wilfred suddenly felt a little regretful that he had seen the appearance of the man with the gun, worried that he would be alerted and then kill himself to silence him.

"Turn your back, lean against the wall, and raise your hands high." The man with the gun kept pressing against Wilfrid's waist. He seemed very afraid of entering the factory, and he groped up and down unwillingly, trying to get out of Wilfrid's body. Find out more money.

   "I really don't have any now. Even if it's 100 or 500 gold grams when I go back to the factory, it's negotiable..." Wilfred, facing the wall, trembled uncontrollably.

   "Close—"

"boom!"

  The man with the gun just wanted to calm Wilfred when a foot came out of nowhere and kicked him **** the head.

   "Uh!" The man with the gun fell to the ground, vaguely saw four or five people suddenly appearing in front of him, got up and ran without any resistance.

   Benedict who kicked him did not chase after him, but picked up the long wooden block dropped by the man: "A wooden block scared you like this?"

Wilfred turned around and saw that the gangster who had kidnapped him had escaped without a trace, and several tall and burly men gathered around him and let out a long sigh of relief: "I thought it was a gun, I didn't expect this Boy... Anyway, thank you, let's go, follow me to the factory, and I will give each of you a sum of money as a token of gratitude..."

   As he spoke, Wilfred's voice became hoarse.

  He sensed something was wrong.

  Why was there no movement when these few people appeared? Seeing someone "holding a gun" holding him hostage, why not only not be afraid, but dare to meet him?

   Could it be that this group of people stayed here and hid in the dark before he was taken hostage?

   "We don't want money, come with us." Benedict waved his hand, and two comrades from the sub-station immediately arrested Wilfred.

   "This?" Wilfred was dumbfounded. He had just escaped from one gangster, but why did he fall into another group of gangsters? When did he become so popular in the eyes of gangsters?

"Don't worry, we are from the Nak Weaving Factory. It's just that someone wants to talk to you. If you don't make trouble, we will ensure that you leave safely and come back safely." Benedict said, He took out a pistol from his waist, "But if you dare to think carefully, it's very unfortunate, we have real guns here."

   "Na, Nak weaving, people from the weaving factory?" Wilfred's eyes widened.

  The only connection he has with the Nak Weaving Factory is that he secretly ordered someone to beat his workers. Could it be that this matter was discovered so quickly?

  It must be like this, otherwise the other party has no reason to send someone to arrest him.

Wilfred felt remorseful. If he had known that the Nak Weaving Factory had such terrible search capabilities, and everyone with a gun dared to arrest him, how could he dare to order his men to do it: "I didn't do that thing!" , I really didn't do it, it was my subordinates who made their own claims, and I only came later..."

   Is this the trick?

   He did what he ordered?

  Verak has prepared so many things in the factory, but they haven't used them yet!

   "Tell me what happened." Benedict wasn't sure whether what Wilfred admitted was consistent with what he thought, so he decided to dig deeper. It would be best if he could find other things.

   "It really has nothing to do with me, I only found out after the fact, and I have been trying to make up for it..."

   "I asked you to explain what happened!"

"Okay, okay, yes, it's like this, our factory recently had business conflicts with you, and then one of my subordinates wanted to behave in front of me, so he sent someone to beat up the workers in your factory without my consent. I wanted to cause you some trouble. After I found out about this, I punished him as soon as possible. Really, I scolded him severely. I was thinking about how to explain this to you these days. I have been I have always believed that commercial competition is justified, and using this kind of trick is really impossible to get on the stage..." Wilfred explained the situation while still clarifying his relationship.

   Sure enough, it was about beating the workers.

  Benedict was a little unbelievable that he asked so easily.

  Now that the real culprit has surfaced, don't the owners of other factories need to be arrested? Benedict glanced at the time on his watch. It is estimated that all the teams have already started their actions, and it is too late to stop.

   "Come with us first, I have a lot to talk to you about." Benedict stopped talking to Wilfred, and escorted him back to the Nak Weaving Factory with other comrades in the substation.

  The workers at the Nak Weaving Factory have already left work, and the place vacated in advance to build a printing and dyeing workshop has also been temporarily rebuilt by Andre into some airtight rooms, in which there are many bluffing instruments of torture.

  Wifred was escorted into one of the rooms. After seeing the horrific instruments of torture, one of them staggered and fell to his knees in front of the chair.

  What you mean will not hurt him, and what means you will send him back safely after the talk is all fake!

   If it's really just a conversation, is it worth making such a big fight?

   "You rest here for a while, and someone will come to see you later." Benedict helped Wilfred sit on the chair and left.

  Outside the room, Verak looked at Andre's masterpiece, which was completed in just one day: "It's quite impressive, and I think it can scare these people out of their courage."

   "Be careful when interrogating later, don't hit too hard." Andre reminded.

   "I didn't intend to use those things, but to put psychological pressure on them." Verak didn't think that this group of people could resist torture for several days or ten days like himself and Rose.

   "Verak, Andre." After Benedict locked Wilfred in, he came to the two.

   "Hasn't anyone noticed?" Verak asked.

   "Don't worry, even our own factory doesn't know that a group of factory owners have been imprisoned in the factory."

  Villac was very satisfied with Benedict's arrest operation. There was no unexpected situation in the operation, which saved him from having to make more troublesome arrangements: “That's good, the less people know about this matter, the easier it will be.”

   "By the way, I was busy begging people just now, so I didn't have time to tell you that Wilfred, the factory owner of Wilfred Weaving Factory, had already recruited on the way here." Benedict said.

   "Recruited, recruited?" Verak was stunned.

   "Well, it was a coincidence that a gangster took Wilfred hostage..." Benedict told the whole story.

Veraker was not fooled by Wilfred's rhetoric: "It is impossible for someone to dare to make a claim without his instruction to start such a big matter for us, and we have not ruled out whether it was done by him. A rigorous interrogation is required."

  Andre doesn't care about that. The biggest reason he is relieved is that he knows that the murderer is not the government: "It seems that you bet right."

"Although I have the element of gambling, I still do these things on a relatively solid logical basis." Veraker doesn't think his behavior is a complete gambling, he prefers to call it judgment, "Since it has been ruled out The suspect of the government, the murderer has been successfully found out, you can rest assured, first go to inform Comrade Melen and Mr. Keating."

   "Hmm." Andre admired Verak even more.

  Verak's courage is far beyond their reach, and in many cases such courage is the key to victory.

   "Is Winston still working on cooperation plans in the office?" Verac asked seeing that Winston didn't show up.

"should."

"By the way, let him hurry up. It's okay to use the draft if it doesn't work. Anyway, the cooperation is not going to start soon." Verac can finish talking with these factory owners in about an hour. The edge is not done yet.

   "Okay, then I'll leave this to you first, and I'll go to the office." Andre left quickly.

   "Is everyone here?" Verak picked up the mask that had been prepared.

   "The seven factory owners have arrived." Benedict said.

   Putting the mask on his face, Veraker adjusted it slightly: "Please keep an eye on the vicinity to avoid being discovered by the workers."

   "Be careful too."

   "Well, don't worry." Verac first walked into the room where Wilfred was.

  At this time, Wilfred was sitting on a chair with a torture device.

  Looking at the trembling Wilfred, Verak chuckled lightly: "Put this thing down, it's better to have nothing for self-defense."

   "Who are you?" Wilfred thought it would be Andre who came to see him, but unexpectedly it was a mysterious man wearing a mask.

  He was pretty sure it wasn't Andre, because Andre didn't have to wear a mask.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I took so much trouble to invite you here today, and it's not to discuss who I am." Verak didn't care about the torture device in Andre's hand, and sat opposite him calmly, "You don't need to tell any more lies. Since we're here, let's talk frankly."

"I have already said what I should say on the way. This matter is indeed wrong for us. Although I have punished that ignorant subordinate before, I will deal with it seriously and give you a satisfactory result when I go back this time. Confess." Wilfred wanted to speak a little tougher, but found that whatever he said seemed to be showing weakness.

"I said, it's not easy to invite you here. Now that you're here, let's talk about it. There's no need to talk about those things. Whether it's your subordinates making up their own minds, or whether you arranged it, everyone knows in their hearts .” Verak said.

   "Then what do you want?" Wilfred simply asked Veraker's plan.

"Have I allowed you to ask me questions?" Veraker was a little impatient, and he was not polite to Wilfred. "I will give you one last chance to tell the whole story. If there is any falsification place, at your own peril.”

  Wifred's face was livid.

  The other party didn't give him any room to maneuver, and insisted on talking about these things that couldn't be put on the table.

  I have to obey again.

   "...I ordered it." Wilfried admitted.

   "Is it just you?" Verak asked jokingly, as if he had more secrets.

  Wifred's face changed again.

  He seemed to realize something.

   "Did they tell you? No wonder... I just said how could you find out so quickly..." Wilfred thought he knew something.

  (end of this chapter)

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