During the tenure of the Director of the Police Department at the Tener City Regional Police Department, Chief Frando had seen far more complex people than ordinary people. It is precisely because he has seen so many people and he is in the officialdom at the same time, so he has a keen sense of catching-Delier may not really know the three people, especially when he sees three human figures that are completely different. When the unrecognizable guys were able to smash their fake identities, Prando understood.

Delier doesn't know the three people, but he knows what he should say. This means that the "exhaust gas" proposed by Delier in this matter is not his true claim. He should have other purposes. . At the same time, this awakening made him even more confused. Whether it was extorting him, the head of the regional police station, or hoping to blackmail the leader of the gang, Gordo, it was not a sissy like Delir Good choice.

He cannot be protected by Mrs. Vivian forever, and for Mrs. Vivian, Delier is not necessarily irreplaceable. Using his life as a bargaining chip to blackmail two characters he can't afford to offend, is he crazy, or do you have any other ideas?

So Prando pulled him aside and asked, "What the **** do you want from me?" The smile on his face disappeared and replaced by a shadow, "Whatever you want, open first Bids come, this is not a one-man game, there are always multiple parties to join to complete the final transaction. "

After Delirr looked for a moment, he looked aside, "I don't know what you say!"

"You know!", Prando's tone was blunt, and he sneered, "Do you want money? Come here for someone who can't be named? Or do you have to use this method to solve the problem? Thing? Speak out, I think about it. "

In fact, at this time, the more straightforward, the more Prandeau dared not to go too far. It was precisely because of Delier's hesitation and hesitation and a hint of timidity that made Prandeau see a ray of opportunity.

He can't offend Mrs. Vivian, but he offends the sissy in front of her. Indeed, this sissy is Mrs. Vivian's person, but people are different, and people have a price in this society. A director of a regional police station and a curator of an art museum are clear at a glance. If he offends Delir or even does too much, Mrs. Vivienne is likely to be angry with him.

But anger is not hatred, anger is always a product of time, even if it is longer, it will gradually dissipate. He thought that he could compensate Madam Vivienne's anger in his own way, but as he was now unclearly suffering from the fear of the unknown, he was suffering.

He eagerly wanted to know, what was the purpose of Delier?

Chandelier twitched at the corners of his mouth. When he felt that Prando stabbed at him like a real fierce gaze, his heartbeat began to accelerate, his body began to heat, and his back began to sweat. Opening his mouth, he didn't say what he wanted to say, and the next second he felt a huge force hitting him, slamming him into the wall behind him.

With a snoring sound, Delier's face showed a painful expression, and Prando put his hands around his collar and lifted him up against the wall.

"My patience is limited, and I don't like guessing games. You can't say it, but you need to know where it is. There are at least two thousand stinking men waiting to scratch your ass. I can't guarantee you I can stand here and leave, and all these choices are up to you! ", Prando also made a ruthlessness. He didn't know what Delil's purpose was, and what he would say when he returned, but he absolutely He doesn't say good things about himself.

如果 If the matter is simple, Mrs. Vivian will at least say a few bad words in front of the mayor, but if the matter is serious, Delier's statement will most likely make him lose something he cannot lose.

So why not take a gamble?

The dizzy that hit him was dizzy, and the painful Delier's face was beginning to turn white. The beads of sweat could not stand on his makeup-applied face, and he fell directly on Prandeau's hand. He grinned and grinned. It took about ten seconds before he shouted, "I said, let go of me, let go of me!"

Plando released his hands, took a step back, took off his cigarette and put it in Delil's mouth. "I'm listening!"

Delier took a tense cigarette, and 哆哆嗦嗦 took his cigarette off his lips with his cigarette in his hand. He rolled his eyes twice, "I want money, a lot of money ..."

Huh!

Plando punched the wall against his cheek, "You lie!"

Being able to make this judgment is based on two points ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The first point is that Delier Art Museum may be relatively high in the perception of ordinary people, and there are no profitable projects, except for occasionally teaching some students and There is no doorway to money. However, Prando knows that many husbands and women like to choose some "elegant" and incomprehensible artworks in the Delier Art Museum. Those paintings or sculptures can not be appreciated, but they do not hinder everyone. An artwork can be sold for an amazing price. With these patrons patronizing, Delir, the curator of the Museum of Art, will never be short of money.

Secondly, if using such means to extort wealth from him or Godor is too naive and inferior, we must know that we can use the power of Mrs. Vivian, only Mrs. Vivian In a word, it is enough for many people to line up to give Delir money.

So Prandeau thought that Delier had lied and made him even more frightened!

Delier almost cried, his lips trembling violently, and repeated words were squeezed out from the lips, "This is true, this is true!"

Fiendro's squinting eyes flashed with a lustrous luster. He now began to wonder if someone had designed a trap to wait for himself to jump down, and then he jumped stupidly like a pig. His breathing also became thicker, closer to Delier, and the tips of both noses almost touched together, "I don't ask who you serve, and after I turn around, I will forget what I said and heard, regardless of the ending. Anyway, I guarantee your safety. Now you just tell me who your goal is. "

Looking at Delir, who was still reluctant to tell the truth, Prandol pulled out his pistol and pressed it against Delir's jaw. do not regret!"