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In the morning, Johnson came to the state tax bureau. According to the unclear rules, the consultant researcher is considered a "bullish" retirement method, at least much better than the warehouse manager or the archivist.

And consulting researchers can ask anything, as long as they don't intervene in the specific work content, they can do whatever they want, including going to the evidence warehouse or archives warehouse to read some evidence materials.

He stopped the car and went to the director's office, but soon he knew that the director had gone to study. As for when he would come back after studying, no one knew.

As the former head of the local taxation bureau, Johnson knew very well that there was nothing more than taking himself out of it, so that no one could be guilty of crimes and at the same time he could do things.

Although the method is good, not everyone can use it. Only those who really hold the power can do it.

He sighed a little, and came to the assistant director's office. After knocking on the door, he walked in.

The assistant director was dealing with official duties. He just raised his head and glanced at Johnson standing by the door, and then began to look down at the things on his desk. The pen in his hand did not stop, and he showed no respect for Johnson.

Of course, there is really no need for respect, just a consultant researcher.

"Is there something? John?"

John is the abbreviation of Johnson. Federal people like to do this kind of thing. Simplifying other people’s names seems to be a very fashionable thing. It seems to be able to pull in the relationship between each other, but in the workplace, this is more often expressed as a kind of Condescending arrogance and contempt.

If Johnson’s power is higher than the assistant director at this time, he will never presumptuously simplify Johnson's name to "John", just as Mr. Johnson has been simplified to Johnson.

The expression on Johnson's face didn't change much, but he didn't know what he thought in his heart, "I heard my colleague said that I caught a guy named Fox?"

The motion in the assistant director's hand stopped, and he looked up at Johnson with some confusion, "Yes, is there any problem?"

Johnson nodded again and again, "That's it. I used to be the head of the local taxation bureau in Sabine and dealt with this guy. I don't know if I can help..."

The assistant director put down the pen in his hand, folded his fingers on the table, frowning and thinking.

Qingpi face took measures last night, but he didn't expect that the old guy's mouth was so hard that he didn't say anything or even yelled for pain.

Everyone has been working in this industry for a long time. I have seen thousands of people, who can confess, who can bite their teeth, and everyone has basically counted them after the last measure.

For people like Old Fox, it is not that the torture can solve the problem. On the contrary, the torture may cause him to bite indiscriminately or commit suicide altogether. This kind of thing has not never happened.

And this is precisely why Qingpi went to Curryland City immediately after taking measures on his face. He knew that there was no value in continuing to toss Old Fox and had to intervene in other ways.

What follows is a psychological contest, not hurt and pain.

At this time, when everyone has no good solutions, Johnson's standing up seems to be an attempt.

After thinking about the relationship, the assistant director asked, "Do you know this...Fox?"

Johnson shook his head, "I have heard of him, and I also arranged daily investigative work at the time. I never met, but he must know me."

The assistant director clenched his brows for a while, and then slowly nodded, "Find a way to talk to him, you know what I mean?"

"I understand, Director."

Johnson's inner volatility when he called out the "director" of this bureau was very intense, because he was the director before, and that's how others called him.

But when others call him, he is not so cautious or even humble.

As soon as the assistant director waved his hand, Johnson left the room, not forgetting to close the door carefully, so that the sound of the door closing did not interrupt the assistant director's thoughts.

He stood outside the door and stopped for ten seconds, then shook his head with a wry smile, and walked towards the interrogation room.

Thanks to his colleagues for helping him open the door, he entered the interrogation room.

Old Mr. Fox was sleeping, so he slept on the table. There was no bed here, and the ground was too cold, even if it was summer, it was still too cold for an older man of him.

Sleeping on his stomach was uncomfortable, but he could only do this, and the pain and hunger made him fall asleep quickly until this moment.

The sound of opening the door disturbed him. He sat up slowly, got up too quickly and easily sprained. After he sat up completely, he turned to look at Johnson who was standing at the door.

The two are very familiar with each other. One is the suspect who often appears in the file photos, and the other is the former Sabine Taxation Director who has often appeared on TV. This relationship makes the two of them apparently never met, but one An unfamiliar sense of familiarity.

"Chief Johnson..." Old Fox had a heartbreaking smile on his bruised face. Even Johnson felt convincing in his manner. At this time, he couldn't feel what he felt when he was trapped. Hesitating and helpless, there is only one kind of calmness and freedom.

Old Mr. Fox slapped his clothes and said, "I'm sorry to let you see my embarrassed look. It's rude." He pointed to his thigh, "They kicked me, and I am now I can't stand up and can't greet you, so... I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize." Johnson walked to his side, with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, he looked at the appearance of the old Mr. Fox, knowing that he had a bad time last night.

"I didn't expect them to find you. It's surprising." Mr. Fox didn't expect that nowadays, the other party would also find the former Commissioner Johnson. He felt that people like the State Taxation Bureau. Is pressing hard.

Director Johnson took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out to old Mr. Fox, and helped him light it up.

He waved the match in his hand, letting the wind extinguish the flame, "Someone asked me to tell you a word, he will remember your friendship, and wish you long friendship."

After listening to the old Mr. Fox, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Really...", he sighed heavily and looked up at Johnson, "If you can still see him, help me tell him, this is what I should do. Got it."

Johnson nodded. He hesitated, but finally he asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

Old Mr. Fox took away the cigarette in his mouth, "It would be great if you could let them get something for me to eat. They have been hungry for a whole day, and my stomach hurts badly. It's best if it's a bit hard to digest. s things."

"You may not know. I was thinking about how to swallow my leather shoes into my stomach at midnight." Old Mr. Fox couldn't help laughing. I'm so hungry that I really think I can eat anything when I see it."

"If someone asks me about my journey..."

Old Mr. Fox didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and touched the table top with his index and **** with a cigarette in it. The rubber table top made no sound, "I know how to say it."

There is no audio and video equipment in this room. It is used exclusively for measures, which can also be said to be torture.

No one would do this. Once some of the content ran out, it would definitely be a huge scandal, and in accordance with the Federal Charter and judicial interpretation, any testimony generated during the torture process and the chain of evidence generated by the testimony would not have legal benefits.

At the same time, torture will also mean that there may be more cases involving torture, and then the entire system will cause big troubles because of these things.

Only when the measures are over, the old Mr. Fox will be transferred to other interrogation rooms. There are rooms with audio and video recordings. They will not beat him, and will give him food and drink on time, treating him as a taxpayer.

Johnson paused for a while, and the two chatted about some recent news in York State. About five minutes later, Johnson left the room.

He stayed at the door for a while and told the supervisor to bring some food to the old Mr. Fox.

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It wasn't until the afternoon ~lightnovelpub.net~ that Johnson returned home from the State Revenue Department. To his surprise, Lynch was not here to wait for him.

About seven o'clock in the evening, the phone rang suddenly, and it was Lynch.

"The director went to the General Administration to participate in the director training. I don't know when he will come back. The assistant director is now in charge of this case."

"In addition, I also met Mr. Fox and told him what you said. He also asked me to tell you. He said that he deserves these..."

After saying this, he remained silent. After about a few seconds, Lynch’s gentle voice came from the receiver, “Thank you very much, Mr. Johnson, it’s getting late, I won’t bother.”

Early the next morning, Johnson, who had returned to his ordinary life, checked the mailbox as usual, and found that there was a white letter in it, without a signature, without a postmark, and very thin.

His heart suddenly thumped and throbbed violently, and the rapid secretion of adrenaline made him feel thirsty for an instant.

He licked his lips, put the letter in his pajamas pocket, and quickly returned to the study.

Sitting on the chair behind the window, with his back facing the sun, he gently opened the envelope, revealing the contents.

A small piece of paper with the words "Jinhui Bank Cash Check" written on it...

There are no other words on the envelope and the small piece of paper to explain its meaning, but Johnson knows that this is a thank you letter from Lynch, thanking him for the trivial things he did yesterday...

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①The two attitudes before and after are used to reflect the attitude of the assistant director, which reflects the coldness and reality of society from the side, which is deeply ironic.

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