Blackstone Code

"Come and talk to me!" Preton pulled out a pistol and pointed it to his head, "Otherwise I'll kill myself!"

He also emphasized, "I'm not joking!" His expression was indeed very serious, and after he finished speaking, he sat on the steps of the door with a swagger.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in formal attire came out from the opposite room. His face was very ugly, and it seemed that he should be the head of this group of people.

He walked up to Preton and took out his ID, "Federal Security Council, may I ask, how did you find us?"

The leader of the safety committee's action team thought that even if God came to his arrangement, he would not find any flaws, but Preton saw through it at a glance.

Preton did not answer immediately, but took the certificate seriously, and then asked his question, "Can I call to verify the authenticity of this certificate?"

The leader of the action team froze for a moment, then nodded, "Of course, but don't play tricks!"

Pretton returned to the room, dialed the local police station, and briefly explained what he said. It was roughly that someone said that he needed to cooperate with a secret operation of the country and showed his credentials.

He is not sure about the authenticity of this document, so he hopes that the police station can help.

A few minutes later, the operator told him the ID was genuine.

This answer made Preton heave a sigh of relief. He reopened the door, first put the pistol on the ground slowly, kicked it out, and then slowly lay down on the ground, raising his hands as much as possible to ensure his harmless.

When the agent put some limiters on him, he said to the leader of the safety committee's action team, "The glass of your car is dark..."

The leader of the operation team suddenly turned his head and looked at the commercial vehicle with some absurd expressions on his face.

They have carefully arranged the arrest plan for so long, but it turned out that a car's windows were dark, so others could see through it. He didn't even think about it, even if he saw the car when he was commuting every day. The windows were all transparent, and he didn't notice it either.

"Everyone in the logistics department should be fired!", he muttered, and then personally escorted Pretton into the commercial van.

The agents came and left very quickly. After a while, people in the community began to gather and chat, guessing and talking about some things related to the newly moved family.

On the other side, in the car, the two chatted again.

"You seem to be waiting for us?" The team leader felt that Preton hadn't thought about running away or resisting at all since Preton came forward, identified them, and verified his credentials. Yes, so he was curious.

What kind of thinking is supporting Preton? If he really wants to surrender, why didn't he contact the local investigation bureau earlier?

Preton admitted directly, "You have already found me, and it doesn't make sense for me to hide. As long as you are not from Gefra, I am willing to cooperate!"

Captured by the Federation, he can still live, because he will always be a blemish on Gefla's glamorous appearance, and his existence will definitely disgust Emperor Gefla all the time. As long as he still has this value, the Federation will Instead of letting him die, he has to be shown from time to time.

If he is caught by the Gefra people, he basically has no way out.

The emperor wanted to kill him to vent his anger, and the Minister of the Navy would definitely not let him go. Maybe there are other nobles who took his money and sent killers to search for him all over the world.

None of these people wanted him to live, everyone wanted him to die.

If the federal agents can find him here today, Gefra's spies will soon be able to find him too. He doesn't know how he was exposed, but as long as he is exposed, he can't hide.

"Haven't you thought about resisting?" This was the first time the team leader caught such a direct confession, and he was also curious, "Run away?"

Pretton smiled and said nothing.

The Federation was able to find him because all his substitutes had been found. Those substitutes died, and those who were arrested were arrested. None of them was really Pretton, so the Military Intelligence Department and the Security Committee reorganized After reviewing the clues, they all came to a conclusion that it is possible that Preton did not appear on the screen at all.

The Preton who left the country was a fake, a substitute, and the real one was still hiding in the Federation.

With the simultaneous pressure from the two major military powers of Gefra and the Baylor Federation, no bank can withstand this huge pressure.

Under intensive work, they obtained a batch of possible anonymous accounts from those branch accounts that they had identified, and checked the signatures of opening and accessing these anonymous accounts, and found some clues.

Many of these accounts were found not to belong to Preton, and everyone was not disappointed. This is a process, which may be arduous and long, and may not even get any good results, but they must continue to pursue it.

This time, they didn't expect to catch Preton so quickly, and they came here directly according to the usage of the anonymous bank account.

Preton also raised his own question, "How did you find me?" He said with a smile, "This is just a little curiosity of mine, of course you don't have to say it!"

The team leader finally decided to tell him, after all, he was so cooperative, "Your account has not had any consumption for several years, understand what I mean?"

Pretton is very smart, he immediately reacted, "So that's the case, I haven't thought about this problem before!"

These anonymous accounts prepared by Preton are very hidden, just in case something happens, so that there is no money at all.

Moreover, the preparation cycle is very long. Some accounts were prepared several years ago, more than ten years ago, and he does not believe that anyone can track it down so far.

But it was precisely his vigilance that exposed him.

For several years or more than ten years without any running accounts, consumption suddenly occurred during the time he was hiding, and the payment signatures of these accounts are similar to his signature details. To screen out this information is actually Not difficult.

If he changed to an account with normal flow, at least he could escape the raid this time.

The news of Preton's arrest quickly spread among a few people. Mr. Truman directly interrupted the ongoing conference call, got the authorization document from Mr. President, and hurried to the Security Committee.

On the one hand, he is the first officer of the Office of International Affairs/Policy Research, and at the same time, he is also an important staff member of the President, so the President only needs to issue an authorization order for Truman to attend the trial on his own behalf, Mr. Truman You are qualified to intervene in this matter.

Before meeting Preton, Truman once thought the arrest was thrilling, until the leader of the operation team told him that Preton had no resistance except to verify his credentials.

This greatly exceeded Mr. Truman's expectations, because when they captured the doubles, they found that Preton was very cunning. He arranged more than one double to move around, attracting people's attention, and all kinds of gossip .

He is a very shrewd person, and it should be very difficult to catch him, but he chose a way that people did not think of to end his "escaping" career, which also made Mr. Truman have some doubts about the current situation. made a very clear judgment.

During the conversation, the two walked to the door of the interrogation room. Mr. Truman kicked him in. Just when the interrogators behind him were about to come in together, he raised his hand to stop them, and then closed the door.

Only Preton, who was confined to a chair, and Mr. Truman, who had just entered, were in the room.

"I know you, I often see you on TV..." Pretton was not surprised that Mr. Truman became his own interrogator, but before he could go on, he saw Mr. Truman from Two handkerchiefs were drawn from his pocket.

One is ready to use and one is spare.

The Commonwealth is still very hot at the end of September, and a handkerchief can't handle it at all.

He unfolded his handkerchief, covered the two cameras, and unplugged the monitoring cable. This action made the people in the monitoring room report it immediately.

However, the person in charge of the case in the Security Committee was not surprised. This was a strategy.

In the room, Mr. Truman got off the chair, he returned to the edge of the interrogation table, and sat down, "Now no one is staring at us, and no one can hear what we say, so let's talk frankly. Let's talk."

"What do you want, Mr. Pretton?!"

Preton replied with little hesitation, "I just want to live."

This is not beyond Mr. Truman's expectation, everyone wants to live, and so does he, he nodded noncommittally, "Then tell me something that interests me, for example, the relationship between you and the senior minister of Gafla Interactions of interest, and the list."

"I can live if I say it?"

"You should understand that your life is worth more than your death!"

The two talked for nearly an hour in the unknown room, and then Mr. Truman left with a valuable material, and Pretton seemed relieved.

Almost that night, the construction minister of Gafla had just finished eating when the phone rang at home.

Everywhere in the resplendent and resplendent room is full of grace and luxury, even the corners are covered in gold.

The minister of construction is a very lucrative position, but all the "official projects" that have something to do with the empire are presided over and constructed by the minister of construction, and there are many places that can be started.

He went into the study and connected the phone, which was a local call.

For example, a transnational call requires a switcher, and it is not easy to get through, and there will be recordings throughout the process, but domestic calls are not so complicated.

As soon as he sat down on his buttocks, before he had time to recollect the enjoyment brought to him by the dinner just now, his face became gloomy.