When Irving woke up from the paralysis, the scene in front of him had switched. At this moment, he was sitting in a dim but clean room, with a smooth wooden table in front of him. Opposite the wooden table was a capable woman in suit. She crossed her legs, held a burning lady's cigarette, and stared at Irving coldly.

Owen moved his arms in confusion, but found that he had been handcuffed. After moving for a few times, he couldn't break free. He said confusedly: "What are you doing? Am I dead?"

An Xin took a puff of cigarette and spit out smoke in the darkness. She sighed: "Cats look for cats and dogs, why didn't I find it before? You guy looks half-dead, but his temperament is so tyrannical."

“Um…”

Owen muttered, “Are you talking about your boss that?”

Bang!

An Xin slapped the table vigorously and angrily said, "Did I let you hurt Paulson? Your task is to restore PLG's credit rating, not to kill innocent people in Securities City. Your behavior has caused very bad consequences."

"Ha...didn't you say you don't mind what methods I use? Why, natural people don't count on their words?" Owen said with accusation.

An Xin's tone was stagnant, "You..."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? I don't have the money to compensate you."

Owen simply said: "If you want to kill, you will take the blame."

After saying that, he leaned on the back of the chair, looking like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

After staring at Owen for a while, An Xin stood up and snatched out his smoke and said, "Hmph, there is nothing to save. You will suffer from in the future."

After saying that, she got up and left the dim room, and threw the iron door behind her.

An Xin left, Owen looked at the table in front of him in confusion. SSP did not kill him, and An Xin did not seem to have the intention to punish him. What is this to do?

Is his crime not serious enough, killing a natural person driver and cutting off the palm of an executive of a super company in the solar system. This crime is probably enough that he sparks hundreds of times in the atmosphere of Mars.

Also, where is this dark place?

Owen looked around and saw that the whole room was smooth and smooth without a trace of protrusion. The walls on all sides were faintly shining with some transparent light, and I don’t know where it was.

Bang!

The door behind him opened again.

Accompanied by the sound of a rumble cart, an SSP in a black and white uniform pushed the cart in, and the cart was covered with a silver dining plate, which was unknown.

Irving looked at the other person in confusion, and the female SSP ignored him. She walked to the table, slowly brought the silver plate to the table, and uncovered it in front of Irving.

The aroma came to my nose, and there was a nearly perfect steak stew on the plate. It was reddish-brown and steamed in the thick soup.

Obviously, this is a food that Irving had never tried. He had only read this kind of thing in magazines before. He never thought about why this thing was put in front of him.

"What is this for..." he asked SSP.

But SSP ignored him at all, pushed the cart out on his own.

Then, another small cart was pushed in behind. The same silver plate and the same female SSP. The only difference was that this time the plate was opened and there was a roasted roasted chicken inside. The strong meat fragrance spread throughout the room.

The saliva was secreted in Owen's mouth. Although he didn't know what was going on, he was very greedy. He had only eaten noodles in his life and had never seen so many exquisite foods.

The female SSP who had given the roast chicken went out again, and then more SSPs came in. They brought the alcohol stove and the nine-grid copper pot, which was full of boiling red liquid. Plates of meat rolls, vegetables, seafood and bean products were sent in, and some people even put a long row of sauce dishes in front of Owen.

Owen was irritated. He didn't know what An Xin wanted to do. He was planning to handcuff him to a chair and eat him in front of him. He was so hungry.

If this is true, this way of death would be too outrageous.

The SSPs had no intention of stopping at all. They sent countless meat, fruits, desserts into the room, and even placed a long row of expensive wine under Irving's nose until the room was filled with stuff.

The air was filled with boiling fragrance and gurgling sounds. At this moment, Owen was still handcuffed. He stared blankly at the piles of delicious food in front of him, not knowing what these people were selling in the gourd.

Finally, the food was delivered.

An SSP gently pressed the light strip in the room.

The wall was illuminated, and Owen then realized that the wall here was transparent, and on the other side of the transparent wall, there was also a person who was Paulson who had cut off his palm after being kidnapped by him.

At this moment, Paulson's broken palm was re-attached. He sat on a chair with a pale and painful expression, and his feet and the chair were handcuffed together.

Although Irving could see Paulson, Paulson could not see Irving. The partition wall between the two was designed with one-way transparent glass. Unless the brightness on both sides were the same, Paulson would never see Irving.

Click.

Paulson's door opened.

An Xin walked into Paulson's room with a stack of documents and sat opposite him.

When Paulson saw An Xin appear, he immediately shouted indignantly: "Hey, are you in charge of the business here?"

An Xin said nothing, she leaned gracefully on the chair, flipping through the documents in her hand.

Paulson twisted a few times and said, panting, "I am the victim. You actually put shackles on the victim's feet. What do you mean??"

"Simple, we don't want you to leave here." An Xin said lightly.

"What!?" Paulson was shocked. "Don't you know how much I have to do all day long, do you know how much work I have to deal with? Let me out quickly!"

An Xin slowly flipped through the documents, leisurely.

Paulson became even more anxious. He shouted to the surveillance recorder in the room: "What are your attitudes? I ask for a complaint. I want to see my lawyer!"

He shouted several times in a row, but no one appeared. There was only An Xin in Paulson's room.

Only then did Owen slowly come back to his taste.

An Xin said at that time that he would send someone to pick him up, but he didn't say who would pick him up. But now it seems that the one who picks him up is not someone else, but the SSPs in front of him.

He looked at the SSPs in front of him, each of them standing in front of him with white gloves upside down, with a solemn expression on his face, in sharp contrast with An Xin, who was wearing black gloves and crossed his legs in the room.

He swallowed, as if an explorer was excited to lift the thin tarp in the treasure house, but found the black finger claws of the giant beast under the tarp.

"Don't waste your energy, Paulson. Time is precious, so I won't be polite to you. I will restore the PLG's credit score and raise it to S+. I will let you go wherever you want to go."

An Xin said slowly: "If you refuse to execute it, then it's a pity that this prison is all you have seen in the next few years."

"You are illegally detained!" Paulson was furious: "Aren't you afraid that this matter will be exposed? My company will definitely look for me, and they won't ignore me."

An Xin picked up a remote control, and a projection lit up a little far away. A piece of local news about Securities City was playing in the projection. The broadcaster in the news read the manuscript: "Recently, a vicious car accident occurred in our city. In the labor area in the southwest of the city, a Tianwang hover truck accidentally hit a fire truck. The fire truck driver died on the spot. It is reported that the driver of the Tianwang hover truck is Henry Paulson, CEO of Xingchen Company. Now, Paulson has been detained by SSP and is waiting for further processing."

Paulson was stunned when he saw this news story. He stood up from the chair uncontrollably, pointed to the news and cursed: "Bastard, you dare to frame me, you dare to frame me!? My palm was cut off and the driver was hit by the murderer. You dare to turn the tables. I am the murderer. Are you afraid that my people will call the surveillance???"

"The surveillance is in the hands of SSP, or... in our hands." An Xin said lightly: "People in the world often give sympathy to the weak, regardless of whether this sympathy is hypocritical or not. It is normal for a rich and powerful person like you to kill others, how could you be attacked by the weak? Ordinary people will not care where you go, they know nothing about what you do, and they will not uphold justice for you.

As for your company's internal affairs, it is already represented by the treasurer Harang, and I don't think he will take the position of CEO. Harang has always opposed the reduction of PLG's credit. He is an excellent collaborator. If you are unwilling to transfer PLG's rating back, I believe there will be a veteran who knows the current situation."

Paulson sweated coldly on his head, and he repeated pale face: "I want to see a lawyer, I want to see a lawyer, I want to see a lawyer..."

An Xin shook his head, "You have been paying attention to the financial market for too long. Paulson, Parliament had passed an amendment several years ago. In major cases, SSP has the right to retain the right to ask the suspect to see a lawyer. Unfortunately, whether the case is serious or not is up to SSP."

Paulson Petrochemical usually stands in place.

An Xin clapped his hands, and in Irving's interrogation room, an SSP stepped forward and untied the shackles in Irving's hands. Then, the one who started the wine and the one who cut the steak, and even a female SSP tied the napkin for Irving.

"Please use it." The female SSP stuffed a pair of chopsticks into Owen's hand.

Owen stared at the other person for a while, and then, under the urging of his stomach, he ignored the rest and grabbed the chopsticks and stirred them wildly in the hot pot. The beef was stuffed into his mouth before it was even boiled. He grabbed the food on the table and stuffed it into his mouth desperately.

As we ate, the light gradually became brighter. In the end, the light in Paulson's room and Irving's room remained flat, and the effect of one-way transparent glass was lost.

Paulson saw the grand occasion opposite the glass. The murderer, the synthetic man who cut his palm, was sitting in the interrogation room like an emperor, facing dozens of dishes, squatting on a chair and eating. More than a dozen SSPs stood beside him, pouring wine and cutting vegetables for him, and were very busy.

He was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

Seeing him like this, An Xin pushed the documents in front of Paulson at the right time and said, "This is a PLG credit guarantee agreement I have drawn up. As long as you sign this agreement, it is not bad to go back and forth wherever you go, and continue to return to your Xingchen as CEO. If you don't sign it, then you can only stay here for a while."
Chapter completed!