Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

When Craig opened his eyes again, he might have adapted to the darkness while being hooded.

I saw the light suddenly and was so shaken that I couldn't open my eyes.

It took a while to get used to it.

Squinting his eyes slightly through the bright light, he saw a desk opposite, with two men in suits and ties sitting behind the desk.

Facing him on the right is a middle-aged white man in his late twenties, sitting straight with his waist straight and his hooked nose the most conspicuous.

Craig could feel a powerful aura from the other party.

This was a type he had never come across in Recife. He didn't know how to describe it in words, but his intuition told him that he couldn't afford to offend such a person.

Next to him is a relatively young man with wheat-colored skin, who is in his early twenties and looks a little bookish.

There is a notebook open on the table, obviously preparing to record something.

With just one glance, he was able to confirm that this was someone from the government department, not some gangster.

Because gangsters don’t have such a temperament.

So before the other party could speak, he had already taken the lead in begging for mercy:

"Sir, I'm just a bodyguard. I really don't know the inside story of the arms deal!"

"Haha...that's not right! Mr. Craig, you are not a simple bodyguard!

As far as we know, you are Walkers' nephew!

He trusts you more than anyone else!

I just don’t know what he would do to you if he knew that his nephew had attacked his lover!"

The hook-nosed person opposite said with a leisurely smile.

When Craig heard the words from the other side, he was shocked. There were definitely no more than five people in the gang who knew about his relationship with Vox.

These people are all old brothers who started their careers with Vox, and they cannot easily betray their boss.

It seems that the energy of these people across the street is many times more powerful than that of the police.

"Everything I said is true, I'm really just a bodyguard!

I have never been involved in gang business. Really, Jerry is in charge of the arms business.

You go ask Jerry!"

Craig is not a tough person, and someone who can do such a thing to his uncle's lover is obviously not a loyal person.

Before the interrogators used any methods, he had already begun to explain the problems.

The hook-nosed person opposite was not satisfied with his answer and sneered:

"It seems that you don't understand who we are or how we do things.

I can popularize it for you. We are an intelligence bureau affiliated with the Ministry of National Defense. We are mainly responsible for domestic counterintelligence operations, targeting foreign hostile forces and intelligence agencies.

We are not the police. Those we catch can be executed directly without trial.

What's more important is that the torture methods we use on our enemies are somewhat cruel and may make your life worse than death.

If you want to experience it, we are more than happy to let you experience it."

It turned out that Craig had really never heard of this department, but when he heard the other party saying that they could execute people directly without trial, he felt a little trembling in his calves.

He was able to become Walkers' bodyguard not because he was a tough guy, but because he was trustworthy and his marksmanship was pretty good.

But now here, these two advantages obviously do not help him at all.

So far, the two people sitting across from him have not asked him any questions, but he is already a little frightened.

He doesn't know what he should confess to. After all, he really doesn't know who the owner of these arms is.

Just when he was still thinking about what to say.

The hooked nose on the other side didn't want to waste time. They only had one night. As Vox's bodyguard, Craig might arouse the opponent's vigilance if he couldn't appear next to Vox tomorrow morning.

Therefore, it is impossible for me to slowly ink with Craig, nor can I use torture methods that will leave obvious trauma to the other party.

"It seems that Mr. Craig really wants to experience our methods.

Come, please treat Mr. Craig well."

Before Craig could even react, he felt two people appear behind him and lifted him up without ceremony. Craig, whose hands were handcuffed, was unable to resist.

I can only beg for mercy:

"No! Sir, misunderstanding, misunderstanding!

Please spare me! I really don’t know who the buyer of this batch of arms is!

Please.”

But the people in the room seemed to have heard nothing.

Two strong men tied him directly to a bench. His hands and feet were tightly bound, making it impossible to break free.

Craig was very panicked and kept begging for mercy, but no one paid any attention to him.

In fact, everyone knows that he will not be able to survive the punishment, but this is a show of force.

If he is not allowed to experience despair, he may not cooperate with them easily.

Craig couldn't move at all on the bench, as pitiful and helpless as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

His head was clamped by his arms above his head, unable to move, and all he could see was the swaying lights on the top of the house.

Soon, he felt that the bench he was lying on had been raised, but it only raised his legs, making him feel like his head was lowered and his feet were higher.

He knew that the punishment had not officially begun yet, but he felt that his bladder could no longer hold it.

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In addition to his own begging for mercy, the only sound in the whole room was the methodical movement of the two executioners. Soon he heard the dull sound of a bucket being placed on the ground next to him.

Although he didn't know what he was about to experience, the sound of the bucket touching the ground already made his heart tremble.

My whole body began to tremble involuntarily.

Even the cry for mercy was trembling involuntarily.

Finally, a figure appeared in his sight. This figure stood with his backlit. Due to the light, he could not see his face clearly.

But the cold eyes in the darkness made him shiver involuntarily.

This person didn't talk nonsense to him and directly covered his face with a piece of mulberry paper.

In an instant, Craig could no longer see anything clearly, which made his body tremble even more violently.

He stopped begging for mercy and tried to blow the mulberry paper off his face.

But as soon as the paper was moved, water started flowing down from it.

Craig, who was blowing air, choked heavily.

Then, I couldn't breathe anymore.

The bound body struggled continuously, and the bench swayed from side to side.

In panic, Craig felt that he was about to die.

As long as you breathe in, all that enters your trachea is water. If you want to hold your breath, water will flow into your lungs continuously along your nostrils.

At this moment, he couldn't think at all, and could only instinctively move his body to break free.

But he was tightly bound and couldn't break free at all.

I don’t know how much time has passed, maybe more than ten seconds, maybe more than ten minutes.

The water stopped and the paper on his face was taken away.

Craig desperately raised his head and coughed out the water that had choked his airway.

Not far away, the voice of a hooked nose came from afar:

"Mr. Craig, shall we continue?"

This voice was like the whisper of a devil, but Craig seemed to be grasping at straws at this moment.

Because someone finally responded to him, and he was no longer blindly begging for mercy.

I wanted to open my mouth to respond to the other party, but my airway and throat were full of water, and I couldn't make any sound at all. I could only cough violently.

Fortunately, the other party was very patient at this time.

Craig finally took a breath and said hurriedly:

"No, sir, please.

Whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything.

Please. If you do this again, I will die."

The hook-nosed man smiled coldly and said:

"Really? Then please tell us who the buyer of this batch of arms is."

Upon hearing this question, Craig's breath froze. He really didn't know this question!

He is not a tough guy, and he does not really want to try the punishment before he answers.

He really doesn't know.

However, at this time, it is obvious that I cannot answer that I don’t know.

Nor dare to make up lies to deceive the other party.

I can only seriously think back on my experiences these days. He has been with Walkers all the time. When did the other party receive this business?

Slowly, the day's itinerary came to his mind.

He quickly said:

"I remembered.

About half a month ago, the boss went to a restaurant for an appointment and started preparing the goods when he came back.

Yes, that was that time.

But...but I really haven’t seen who the other party is!

The boss didn't allow us to enter the box."

The hook-nosed man looked at Craig, who was tied to a stool and raised his head desperately, breathing fresh air and thinking seriously.

There is no expression on the face.

He just glanced at the note the young man next to him was writing in his notebook. After he finished writing, he asked:

"Specific time, which restaurant?"

Craig thought about it carefully, but fortunately, time passed not long ago. Under this life-threatening pressure, he immediately recalled the scene at that time.

"June 5th, yes, it is the night of June 5th.

Tuya Restaurant on Gertstrasse. That’s right Tuya Restaurant.

The third private room on the right side of the second floor of the restaurant."

While thinking about it, I kept repeating it. My tone was not very sure at the beginning, but it became very firm later on.

The hook-nosed man raised his hand, signaling for Craig to be untied.

The two people responsible for the execution stepped forward again and untied Craig from the bench.

Craig couldn't see the movements of the hooked nose, but when he felt the two men in charge of the execution coming forward, he was trembling all over and wanted to continue begging for mercy.

When he found that the other party started to untie him, he let out a long sigh of relief.

It seems that my life is saved today.

The hook-nosed voice without any emotion came again.

"Who made the appointment?"

"I don't know exactly who it was. It seems that the boss answered a phone call at that time."

"When did you answer the call?"

"Afternoon...afternoon...three o'clock, it seems to be around three o'clock in the afternoon."

Finally, Craig was completely freed from his restraints and returned to his previous seat.

Even though he was soaked at this time, his body was still shivering involuntarily.

But I finally found a sense of security.

Now he doesn't dare to think about anything. He just wants to recall everything that happened that day to save himself from torture.

"Did you meet anyone else outside the box?"

Hook-nosed now believes that Craig really doesn't know who the other party is.

However, he had to analyze what Craig saw at that time to see if he could find any clues.

"Other people? It seems that I didn't meet any other people. They were all guests eating in the restaurant.

Hey! By the way, I remembered it.

That day I seemed to see the police chief's car parked in front of the restaurant.

When we left, the car was still there."

A light flashed in the hook-nosed eyes, and he was overjoyed. Didn't we find a clue?

"Does Walkers have much contact with the police chief?"

Craig said without hesitation:

"The boss relied on his father-in-law to get where he is today. His father-in-law was the former deputy chief of the police.

The current police chief turned out to be an old subordinate of his father-in-law.

Therefore, the boss will often contact him.

I also often send money to the police chief."