The confinement room is very dark and dirty. It was originally intended to be a place where the security department enforced military discipline. In the design, the light-transmitting windows and the necessary living equipment were eliminated. Naturally, there will be no frequent cleaning and maintenance.

Since the beginning of planning, this small dark room of less than ten square meters has been privileged, and human rights issues have never been considered. In normal times, there will be no visitors thinking about human rights here.

But at least for today, it really deserves to think about it seriously. Because today’s visitors are unkind, the purpose of coming here is to be provocative, with a critical mind, without the slightest awe and fear.

Dirty businessman.

Amani opened the padlock with a click, and the heavy iron door made a creaking sound, slowly being squeezed away by the sun.

Sunlight poured into the room, wisps of light, layer upon layer, tumbling up the floating dust all over the room, and illuminating a pale, shaggy half-hundred old man.

The old man was wearing a beautiful tuxedo, sitting on all sides, seeing the iron door pushed open, his cloudy eyes rolled a half circle.

"Lunch? Or afternoon tea?"

A hoarse voice with almost no vitality spread outside, and Alves, who was following Lorraine, became furious.

"This is a crime! You tortured a gentleman without any trial, even God will not forgive you for your demonic actions!"

Captain Amani coughed weakly.

"I really don't understand what you are talking about, sir. Yesterday the security office caught Mr. Leonard who was illegally invading at eleven o'clock in the night. For this reason, we specially prepared supper and wine. This morning, we prepared coffee for the husband. , Breakfast and morning tea, there should be lunch in half an hour."

He spread his hands innocently.

"Look, we didn't let the husband miss the meal and tea at all. As for assaults, injuries, etc., you can check it yourself. I guarantee that no one has violated his personal safety."

"Really?" Alves was puzzled, "Then why...why..."

"Mr. Leonard committed a felony after all. I think mental weakness is probably God's punishment for him."

"Good point, Mr. Captain."

When Amani's voice fell, Lorraine's laughter rang.

"It turns out that as long as the heart is guilty, God will come to the dark room. God is so flexible, I really don't understand why there are people in this world who insist on troublesome laws."

Lorraine's ridicule made Amani vaguely feel that something was wrong.

He is not a cruel official in prison, he is open and honest, and he is not smart.

Like most people in this era, his definition of torture is limited to hunger, thirst, pain, pain, humiliation, and intimidation. The same is true for Alves, who is completely unaware of the ravages of psychological and spiritual oppression.

So what he was telling was the truth. He or the Navy did not take the initiative to torture Leonard, but Leonard was tortured. Thanks to the perseverance and support of the ship, he did not collapse.

On this point, Amani is as curious as Alves.

Lorraine obviously knew something, maybe it was a curse, maybe it was a lynching. The asymmetry of this kind of information made Amani drum up in his heart, and he lost his original calmness when he stood there.

However, Lorraine didn't want to say anything, just glanced at him coldly, and walked into the door of the confinement room.

"Vice President Leonard."

"Boat... Chairman?" Leonard's muddy eyes were awake, and he tried to stand up, but because he had been sitting for too long, he could only reluctantly cross his legs and straighten his waist.

"Vice President, has the Glory Navy tortured you?"

This is the first question. Claustrophobia can make people psychologically vulnerable. If torture is added, an elderly person like Leonard who has not received special training is likely to let go of confession.

"No, Chairman, since last night, except for food delivery, this iron gate will not open at all, and no sound can be heard."

"That's a volcanic rock problem, at least I hope it's volcanic rock, not someone deliberately trying to make a gentleman lose his calmness and calmness."

Lorraine spoke to Amani in a condemning tone, and Amani subconsciously proved himself innocent.

"No! Until the final conviction, we will never do evil deeds that harm the reputation of the gentleman!"

"I guess and trust you." Lorraine stood by the door to block the dazzling sunlight. "Vice President, since even Captain Amani said that you have not been convicted, why did the navy arrest you."

"I don't know, Chairman!" Leonard tried to maintain his calmness. "Last night I went to visit Chief Raymond of the Secretariat. While chatting happily in his single dormitory, a group of sailors yelling for rounds Pushed the door open, and then talked to himself and dragged me and a dozen other men and women into the security area. More than an hour later, this Captain Amani brought some guards over, and then he turned me here. No one told me what I did wrong in the process!"

"Pure talk? No sensitive information?"

"No, we are talking about a laurel crown from the Frankish period, which I found by chance in Kingston, and now even that piece of gold is gone!" Century

"Captain Amani! Private property is sacred and inviolable. This is the right granted to every Englishman by the Magna Carta!"

Amani gritted his teeth: "We will find out that piece of gold!"

"It's not necessarily just a matter of gold, right? Yesterday's unhappiness happened in the dormitory of Chief Raymond, and Chief Raymond is a friend of the vice president..."

"He has gone to work! Yesterday's rounds only involved illegal invaders and officers below the school level. The Chief Secretary has a reputation at the base, and the Security Department dare not and will not make trouble with him!"

"I finally heard a sensible news."

Lorraine waved his hands gently.

"Dignity, Captain, this is what I want to say. My vice president is a celebrity in Kingston’s upper class. He has had dinner with Sir Parker more than once. I don’t expect your admiral’s meeting to be open, but at least it’s on trial. Before the end, Mr. Leonard should enjoy soft chairs and beds, desks and bars, warm water and maid, and light..."

"There is no maid, this is the naval base! But I can negotiate with you."

"I will wait." Lorraine looked at Amani, "The meeting can be over. Vice President, next I will meet with the admiral here. Although you have endured a lot, please bear with me for a while. Just fine..."

...

Not long after, Lorraine, who was tuned in his accent, leaned on an umbrella sword and saw Shaq, who had been missing for a long time.

He has full confidence about Leonard. Not many people on the Royal Naval Dockyard agree with the commotion last night, and this disagreement is widespread in everyone's heart, so that even the guards ignored their duties. Did not check out the umbrella sword.

Of course, Lorraine didn't come to assassinate Shaq either.

Entering the reception room, Lorraine leaned the umbrella sword against the coat rack, took off the top hat and hung it upright.

The door was closed at the right time, leaving only the two Drake brothers looking at each other from a distance, separated by a wide ocean.

"I heard you learned to be arrogant, Lorraine."

"There is an excellent teacher, students will always learn things faster, Mr. General."

There was no expression on Shaq's face, and he didn't mean to respond to Lorraine's provocation.

Lorraine decided to switch from defense to offense.

"Yesterday, I suddenly decided to purge discipline. That night, I detained more than a dozen gentlemen and ladies on the grounds of illegal invasion. Mr. General, you are really as aggressive as ever."

"The purge is to correct the style of the squadron. Regarding the Bermuda social circle, I greeted the Governor in advance, so he promised to leave most people last night, except for your vice president. As an outsider, even the Governor I don’t want to risk my reputation."

"That's because a certain admiral inappropriately specializes my vice president." Lorraine retorted unceremoniously. "To make a long story short, the Drake Chamber of Commerce hopes that your fleet will provide sufficient evidence. Otherwise, I am in Kingston. The team of lawyers does not rule out the right to appeal to Sir Parker."

"Peter Parker's authority does not shine on Bermuda~lightnovelpub.net~ From the tradition of mutual respect, he would not easily slap his fingers on the nominal deputy." Shaq stood by the window in time. "If you want to develop in the aristocratic circle, you should understand these conventions earlier."

"Really? What about Plymouth? Although the time will be longer, I also have a team of lawyers there to lead a leisurely life."

"The Admiralty..." Shaq thought for a while, "it will cause me a little trouble, but the decision will still be in my hands. How? Do you still have a third lawyer team in London?"

Lorraine suddenly felt that the assassination was not necessarily a bad idea...

He tilted his head and controlled the details of his facial features: "If my important vice president cannot be free today, there will soon be a third lawyer team of the Drake Chamber of Commerce in London."

"In other words, not today."

Shaq's voice was still peaceful, but the domineering smell could no longer be concealed.

"Drake is a nobleman, my stupid brother, a real nobleman. You must understand this authority, because even if you succeed in doing such a low job as a businessman, the low job is still a low job."

"In the face of true authority, the pound will not become a figure cast on a gold coin, nor will it bring you more power. These days, you have a high self-esteem."

People under the roof!

Lorraine squeezed his fists sharply: "Thanks for the teaching, Lord Tavistock, can I take my man away?"

Shaq shook his head lazily.

"I don't know the so-called self-esteem, just like the hero who doesn't know the so-called shiny name, Le Francois."

He turned his head and opened the curtains.

"Go, teach you well, from today, please let the soldiers return to the soldiers."

"Yes, sir."