Zhou Lin

"Sir."

"Sir."

"Hello, sir."

As Carmen Moreno walked down the hallway, every agent and civilian employee she passed stopped and greeted her respectfully.

At the European headquarters of FCPS, only a few people can enjoy this kind of treatment, and Carmen is one of them.

People who can become "Federal Security Inspectors" before the age of twenty-five are usually regarded as "super elites", and people who can become "Deputy Minister of FCPS Regional Headquarters" before the age of twenty-five... then It can only be described as "monster".

Carmen, the twenty-four-year-old deputy minister, can be said to be a well-deserved "monster".

Although she was a woman, and a very beautiful woman, no one ever thought that her terrible speed of promotion had anything to do with her beauty.

Looking through her resume, what you can see... is nothing but excellent.

The top school, the top grades, the top training record...even the family background is top-notch, because that column is filled with the word "confidential".

In FCPS's internal files, if you see these two words written on a person's family background information, it can basically be translated as - "You should mind your own fucking business. If times hadn't changed for you, People have to kneel down and talk when they see him/her.”

At the age of eighteen, Carmen had already completed studies that ordinary people would not be able to complete in twenty-five years. At the age of twenty, she had completed the FCPS training course and became an official agent. One year later, she was promoted to a security officer. Inspector.

Since she was a child, she has never known how those people who did not get first place in the exam feel. Any test she takes part in is a challenge to herself. Others have never been regarded as competitors by her.

During the FCPS training camp, Carmen broke many of the best test scores held by men and significantly improved the record.

There were some jealous people who expected that this "examination machine" would be confused by various unpredictable on-site situations after becoming an official agent, but she solved every problem with unimaginable efficiency. The tasks he handled were flawless in both on-the-spot emergency response and written reports.

Gradually, no one regards her as a "person" anymore...

Instead, regard her as a benchmark and a direction for efforts, and no longer have emotions similar to envy, jealousy, or admiration for her.

Just like... you will be jealous of someone around you who is better-looking than you, but you will never be jealous of a character in a comic who is better-looking than you...

People directly regarded Carmen as some kind of creature that was completely different from themselves. Some even suspected that she was actually a "Terminator" in human skin. But no matter what others thought, she still went her own way, breaking one after another. A piece of common sense.

Di, scold——

After a simple and quick iris verification, the electronic security door of a "control room" was opened.

Carmen's figure appeared at the door.

She has short chestnut hair and slanted bangs that cover half of her forehead and one-third of her eyes. She has no makeup, but she still has a look that you can't ignore. She wears the female uniform of a senior FCPS officer, conservative. The style can't hide her perfect figure that makes people think.

But at this moment, the case investigators in the command room had no time to look back at her, because they were all busy with the affairs in their hands.

Carmen did not disturb them. She just stood there silently and observed for a moment, roughly understanding what the people in the room were doing.

Then, she stepped forward to the podium, picked up an unused earphone from the table, put it on herself, and connected to the broadcast system in the room: "No matter what you are doing now, stop .”

Her voice was unrecognizable because it sounded very nice; but her decisive tone and the volume set by the amplification equipment at this time still successfully attracted people's attention.

A few seconds later, the detectives who heard the sound turned their heads. When they saw that it was the deputy minister who was speaking, they all stopped obediently.

"Don't worry." After the room quieted down, Carmen looked at the main screen on the wall of the command room and said, "Let's check the situation first... When you need to take action, I will assign tasks to you."

Her leadership skills and the aura of a superior person are also innate. Even though most of the people present are older than her, she quickly controlled the situation and calmed people down.

At this moment, what Carmen asked them to "watch" and what was playing on the main screen was undoubtedly the trial show in "Funduluo Mountain"...

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At the same time, somewhere.

In the dark and empty space, a middle-aged man with severe baldness on his forehead and head, wearing only a pair of shorts, was sitting on a metal armchair shivering.

A light shining down from a high place shone on him. His hands and feet were handcuffed to the chair, and the four legs of the chair were nailed to the concrete floor; his eyes and ears were An integrated black mask was sealed, and a ladybug-colored ball was stuffed in the mouth.

Although the temperature in this space was very comfortable, he was already sweating profusely, as if he had just taken a shower.

At this time, there was a camera in shooting mode directly in front of him. In addition, there was a man wearing a black sweatshirt, a hood, and a Peking Opera mask on his face, who was carrying a camera. , responsible for some moving and close-up shots.

This is undoubtedly the filming scene of the "Judgment Show". Of course, the person on the chair is definitely not the "judge". He is today's "judged" Borg; the person in charge of the camera is not the judge either. What's his identity? ...More on this later.

The real judge is just about to appear.

Bah, bah, bah...

Every time, he appeared with such footsteps, because he was wearing cloth shoes and his walking sound was relatively soft.

Like the cameraman, the judge also wore a Peking Opera mask, but the clothes the judge wore were a set of red robes, just like the same bright red version of the black robe worn by the God of Death in Western legends.

Not long after, the judge walked up to the camera and said in a muffled and rough voice that had obviously been processed by a voice changer: "Hello everyone, I'm back again, and..." As he said that, he tilted his head. , while looking at the camera and taking a few steps back, "I brought you a new gift..."

At this point, he happened to come to Borg's side and took off the mask on the latter's face.

"Huh? Uh! Uh-huh--" Borg, who suddenly regained his vision and hearing, began to struggle after a short period of adaptation. He glared viciously at the masked man next to him and let out a burst of inarticulate yells.

Although he could not speak complete words with his mouth in his mouth, from his eyes and tone, it was not difficult to guess that he was saying "Who are you? What are you going to do? Do you know who I am? Let go quickly." Kill me!" This kind of line.

"Lucas Borg." Like a magician, the judge bowed slightly, spread out his arms, looked sideways at the camera, and made an introduction gesture to Borg on the chair.

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At the same time, in a certain command room at the FCPS European headquarters.

"0017, 0018, use our resources to check the sales records of the same products like Borg's face mask and mouth ball on all legal or illegal platforms in the past six months, regardless of whether the buyer is Or should the seller conduct further investigation."

Carmen was already giving orders.

"Yes, sir." After receiving the order, the two men numbered 17 and 18 in the department immediately made a promise and began to execute it.

People like Carmen must remember the number of everyone in this headquarters. Of course...she also remembers their names, but she doesn't like to call her colleagues by their names at work, because it can easily cause trouble to her subordinates. It is an illusion that "the superior has an impression of you, is familiar with you, thinks highly of you, and has a good impression of you."

"0601, enlarge Borg's pupils in the picture as much as possible. I want to know what is beyond the camera."

"Yes, sir."

"0377, 0057...detailed analysis, try to find out the fibers of the judge's clothing, the cement on the ground, the materials used in the chair, and where the handcuffs came from."

"Understood, sir."

"1901, 0452, I would like to know what type of equipment this live broadcast was shot by, what is the professional level of the debugger, and if possible... based on the light, analyze what kind of lighting equipment the light source above his head comes from, and the distance from him. how far."

"Yes, sir."

"Colleagues from the Network Department can continue to do what you were doing before I came. As for others, please use your private communication equipment...note that it is private, and never use the one issued to you by the organization...through a From the commercial network from the outside world, connect to this website, open the live broadcast page, and be on standby."

"Yes, sir!"

In less than a minute, Carmen issued several orders in one breath. These orders made the agents and civilian staff in the command room busy again, but this time's busyness was completely different from the inefficient and chaotic work before. …At this moment, everything seems efficient and orderly; everyone knows what they are doing and how to do it, and those with expertise are assigned tasks that suit them.

Just this minute gave these agents who had been working hard for four months in the "Funduluoshan Task Force" a new hope; they couldn't help but think...if Chief Moreno could have transferred a few officers earlier. Months, maybe they would have solved the case and gone on vacation by now.

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On the other hand, live broadcast.

"Mr. Berg, I'm going to take off your gag now, but before I do it, I have to make a few requests." The judge saw that Berg slowly regained his composure after struggling for a while, and then said, " Please don't yell, spit, or interrupt me at will, otherwise, I, who have very little patience, will respond to your behavior based on my mood at the moment."

"Hmm... Yeah." I don't know what Borg said, but it seemed like a response.

Immediately afterwards, the judge took off the ball in his mouth and threw it aside.

"I was arrested when I suddenly lost consciousness while parking my car in my garage! Send someone to the scene to investigate quickly! Come and save me!" This was the first sentence Borg said after he regained his ability to speak.

It was obvious that he had thought carefully before shouting these things into the camera.

But, sometimes, doing things after thinking about them may be very stupid.

"How do you know I am doing a live broadcast? What if I tell the audience that it is a live broadcast, but in fact I am playing a video?" The judge immediately asked Borg a question, and while the other person's face became more solemn, He added, "Also... Even if I am doing a live broadcast, even if investigators have arrived at your house to investigate before you say this, do you think they will be able to trace your whereabouts through the scene?"

Borg was speechless, fear and despair growing rapidly in his heart.

"Taking a step back, even if they really find this place, can you guarantee that... you can be rescued alive?" When he said this, the judge suddenly took out a handful of folded clothes from his red robe with wide sleeves. The knife easily made a finger-long cut on Berg's thigh.

"Ah -" Borg screamed in pain, but with his limbs cuffed, he couldn't do anything to resist.

"Okay, it's such a small wound and it didn't cut the artery, so don't act like a bitch." The judge walked around behind the chair and said as he walked, "This is just to remind you that the request I made just now is still valid...next time If you keep messing around like this, it won’t be your leg that I’m paddling.”

When Borg heard this, he stopped shouting; because the other party was right, although the cut on his leg was burning and painful, it was far from unbearable, and the depth of the wound was not very serious. .

"Okay, Mr. Berg, don't waste everyone's time." Seeing that he seemed to understand the situation, the judge continued, "We all know why you are here today, don't we?"

"They are all rumors!" Borg immediately shouted categorically, "I have never done anything! Officials have proven that I am innocent!"

"Sorry, this is not the conference hall of the federal government." The judge now walked back to Borg, shrugged and continued, "This is Fengduluo Mountain..." He spread his arms and continued leisurely. , "Here, your so-called 'official voice' is no more convincing than the voice of any ordinary person... Who told the truth, who told lies, which ones were rumors, and which ones were the concealed truth... ...I know everything clearly. Because I am..." He gently put his hand on his chest, "...the judge."

There is no falsehood in what the judge said.

He personally investigated every person he brought to "Fengduluo Mountain"; he only arrested them every time after fully understanding what these people had done.

"Why are you so sure? Are you a federal policeman? Are you an FCPS agent?" Borg was actually testing the other party.

This move not only made the judge laugh out loud, but even the cameraman laughed too.

"Hahahaha..." The judge laughed for a few seconds and then continued, "Mr. Berg, to be honest, you are quite interesting; the trial show needs people like you to participate..." He paused for half a second and then spoke suddenly. Leng, "The more unrepentant you are about your actions and how desperately you try to escape your guilt, in the end... the more pleasure you will bring to us."