The warden who guards the witches

Two days later, afternoon, Mounted Police.

"Didn't ask for leave? Where did that kid go?" In the office, Jia Long glared at his colleague on duty.

"Who knows, he hasn't come to the police station for two days." The colleague looked at the attendance sheet.

Jia Long felt a sense of crisis.

Damn, brat, why is he absent without reason at this time?

Ever since he found out that the annoying prison guard was investigating Veronica's case, he has been paying attention to Bruce Kane's movements.

That kid is really unreliable. Maybe he will tell everything after being intimidated a little, so he has been giving him a shot of prevention these two days.

Logically speaking, no matter how timid Bruce is now, he should understand his situation. After all, they are now grasshoppers tied to a rope.

But Jia Long didn't expect Bruce to be so cowardly that he was scared to stay at home and not come to work. Doesn't he know how suspicious this looks?

I really want to find someone to kill him!

"Help me find the address of that guy. I want to go and see him." Jaron asked his colleague.

"When did you get so close to him?" The colleague looked a little surprised.

"Stop talking nonsense and find it for me quickly..." Jaron said impatiently.

The colleague was a little dissatisfied with his attitude, but he was more or less used to it. Jaron Roton's position in the police force was not high, but he was famous for his bossy attitude based on his background.

The old men in the team basically didn't take his political upstart congressman father seriously, but most people didn't want to conflict with him for a little thing.

Just as the colleague was about to look through the personnel information in the drawer, the door of the office was opened, and five men with uniforms completely different from those of the Mounted Police rushed into the office.

The middle-aged man in the lead looked back and forth at the two people with sharp eyes and asked, "Who is Jaron Roton?"

"It's me..." Jaron was a little surprised by these uninvited guests, "Which unit are you from? What do you want to see me for?"

"I am Tig Osenro from the Procuratorate." The man took out his ID and shook it, "We are looking for you because we need your assistance in reviewing a case. Please come with us."

"What case?" Jaron's face changed instantly.

In addition to reviewing cases and filing public prosecutions, the Procuratorate is also responsible for supervising other law enforcement agencies. For example, if there are dereliction of duty and bribery within the police force, it is also investigated by the Procuratorate.

If the Procuratorate only came here for a case that the Mounted Police is currently handling, there is no need to come here so aggressively to find someone by name, not to mention that Jaron is not currently handling a case.

This unceremonious show... looks like an arrest.

"We'll tell you if you go over there. Please come with us." The prosecutor said in a businesslike tone.

"Wait a minute, you have to go through the process. This sudden... will affect the work of our department. I have to be on duty later..." Jia Long tried to make his voice sound calm.

"You don't have to be on duty. We have already found your leader. Here are the documents." The prosecutor interrupted him coldly, with a tone of impatience, "Please come with me."

"No, how can I go with you when you are so unclear? When did the procuratorate abuse its power like this, huh?" Jia Long pretended to be aggressive and pestered, trying to delay time, "Let me tell you, my father is a member of the city council. Have you heard of Councillor Anthony Roton? Maybe he even knows your superior!"

The prosecutor rolled his eyes, as if he had finally lost his patience. He flipped through his pockets and took out a photo to show him: "You have an impression of this thing."

Jia Long took a closer look and was immediately stunned.

The evidence photo clearly showed a golden pocket watch, with a rose gold cover engraved with a harpy pattern.

He clearly remembered that he gave this thing to Bruce Kane in a hurry that night, and then the idiot sold it on the black market in a blink of an eye... If someone from another police force seized this thing on the black market, it would be fine, but it was incredible that it appeared in the hands of the procuratorate.

The experienced prosecutor approached Jia Long and whispered in his ear: "You should have some sense in your heart. Making a fuss will only make you more embarrassed. Just follow us obediently, and the impact will be slightly smaller."

Jia Long's heart sank suddenly, and he caught a glimpse of his colleagues in the office with strange eyes, and other mounted police gathered in the corridor outside the door.

Before he could react, the people from the procuratorate had surrounded him and pushed him to walk quickly outside the police station.

Jia Long followed with a shaky step, his mind was a mess.

He really couldn't figure out how the procuratorate got the pocket watch. Did Bruce surrender? Did he keep the pocket watch hidden all this time!? There is no reason. Why would he do such a stupid thing after being warned like that? If he had that level of conscience, he would not have been bribed so easily...

He was led out of the police station and onto the street, and his face was immediately lit up by a flashbulb, which made it pale.

He looked over in astonishment and saw several cameras pointed at him - he didn't know when a group of newspaper reporters gathered at the door of the police station. When they saw him being led out, these reporters immediately became excited, and flashbulbs went off one after another.

"Why did you find the media!?" He subconsciously roared at the prosecutor beside him, "Aren't you here to mess with me?"

"This... I don't know what's going on..." The prosecutor was also confused. His coming to the cavalry to arrest people was kept secret throughout the process. Without someone who knew the news, it was impossible for the newspaper people to ambush here in advance.

"Hurry up and take the people to the carriage!" The prosecutor ordered his subordinates.

Jia Long suddenly realized that when the procuratorate found him, the newspaper also followed suit. This was definitely not as simple as Bruce Kane voluntarily surrendering. Someone was really messing with him behind his back!

Before being pushed onto the carriage, he subconsciously looked around.

Finally, when he stepped onto the steps of the carriage, his sight passed the newspaper reporters and onlookers who were blocking nearby and saw the street corner in the distance.

Under the street lamp at the corner, a young man in a prison guard uniform was leaning on a cane and looking at him, with a smile on his face that was a bit proud.

The moment he met his eyes, the young man smiled, took off his hat and waved to say goodbye.

"Is it you!?" Jaron Roden roared in that direction with his eyes wide open.

With the sound of "clicks" that rang out one after another, the distorted expression on his face was recorded by many reporters in the camera, and the people from the procuratorate quickly pushed him into the carriage.

"Thank me, you will be on the headlines soon, Officer Roden. I didn't forget to help you tell the reporters that you are the son of a congressman. After all, this is what you like to brag about the most, isn't it?" Aiden, standing on the corner of the street, looked at the departing carriage and felt very comfortable. "But now that things have become so serious, your congressman father may not be able to save you, let alone save himself."