The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 1414 Late Night Visitors
imperial capital.

The streamlined body of the black car reflected the bustling lights of the city, broke through the grotesque night, and stopped silently at the gate of the Supreme Procuratorate.

The bodyguard, wearing gloves, got down from the passenger side to open the door, and a pair of Italian handmade leather shoes stepped out of the car, stepping on the cold black ground.

The man was wearing a three-piece black suit, which was custom-made by a craftsman from the high-end clothing store on the Champs-Elysées Avenue. From the fabric to the tailoring, everything fit his tall and straight figure, and such as tie clips or cufflinks Or the handkerchief exposed like petals on the chest, which is extremely arrogant and represents a man's taste.

It is a kind of class representative that is far removed from the general population, daunting, and almost impersonal.

The man stood in front of the car, looking up slightly at the silent and majestic building.

His gaze pierced the night, and he betting coldly on the scale emblem hanging on the building, representing justice and fairness.

No one bothered him.

The bodyguard in black stood behind him, silently lowering his head.

He looked at the badge for a long time, and the dark brown eyes finally showed a little smile in the dark night, a mocking, indifferent, sharp and cold smile like a needle point.

But it was only for a brief moment, and this dangerous feeling disappeared in his eyes again. The next moment, he walked up to the stairs, and at the same time put his left hand into the pocket of his suit trousers, and the other hand tidied it up casually. There was nothing wrong with it. bow tie.

Like any arrogant nobleman, he walked up the steps, followed by his bodyguards like silent shadows, until they approached the gates of the Imperial Supreme Court.

Someone received them silently, and without even saying a word, they lowered their heads and began to lead the way for them.

Through the wide hall, the dark garden, and the entrance to the corridor at the corner, they turned into a long winding passage.

At some point, cameras with red lights appear on either side of the passage.

The man's footsteps paused slightly, his graceful eyebrows raised slightly,
"Ready to monitor me?"

The guide froze, turned around and said,
"This is the rule of the procuratorate. The cameras here are never turned off."

The man did not speak, a leisurely and indifferent smile appeared on his thin lips, he stopped there and never entered the range of the surveillance camera,

"Really? But I'm not used to exposing myself to any monitoring equipment. Do you think it's taking me another way without monitoring?"

Although it was a question, there was no discussion in his tone.

The guide was stiff for a while, and finally walked aside to make a phone call. After a short call, the cameras in the entire passage were turned off.

The guide came back, wiped the sweat from his brow, made an invitation gesture, and the man walked in with a faint smile.

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It was a very old interrogation room, and the lights were even covered with dust. It seemed that it hadn't been used for a long time, but for some reason it was turned on again tonight.

The gray-haired old man was wearing a prison uniform and sat on a chair with his back straight, with shackles on his wrists and ankles.

His eyes were blue and black, his complexion was pale, like withered and wrinkled old tree bark, and he looked very embarrassed, but there was still a calm light in those cloudy eyes.

Even in prison, he still seems to be the low-key and wise image in front of people.

Until the sound of leisurely and orderly footsteps came from outside the interrogation room.

He raised his head and saw the moving black shadow projected on the ground outside the door.

Then his eyes moved up, and in the faint shadows, he saw a familiar face.

(End of this chapter)