Through the courtyard, I became a big villain

"At least let me put on my clothes first!"

"Beasts, you guys!"

"Do not touch me!"

"Help!"

"John! Help me!"

Jiang Nan screamed frantically, while her only hope, John, was being pinned to the ground with a gun.

She was trembling all over, and even a large area of ​​her body was wet with urine.

She didn't know how much John, who was of Nephew blood, was afraid of the police in such an excess in the beautiful country.

"Give her a dress and take it away."

The leader ordered.

Afterwards, the subordinates casually put on a piece of clothing for Jiang Nan, but they took her away without any effect of covering her body.

John was stuffed into another car, and he was quickly taken to an interrogation room where he was asked to explain everything he did and said in the past two days.

"Sir, I just seduced an easygirl so that you and the FBI are not dispatched, right?"

After explaining everything honestly, John asked the question he had held back for a long time against the fear.

Facing the FBI, he was extremely cautious in every word, otherwise his death would be in vain.

In 1978 no one was going to shout about a brother's death.

"You think too highly of yourself!"

One detective sneered.

"You don't have the right to ask questions! You can't leave Niu Yue for the last six months, you can get out!"

The detective untied John, and someone led him out the door again.

He was fooled from beginning to end.

The only pity is that it only started at that time, and he hadn't had time to release it, and it's even more pity that he didn't cheat this little rich woman of her money.

As for the interrogation of Liu Han and Jiang Nan, it was even more severe.

There are four people in each group, the room is gloomy and cold, and the incandescent lamp above the head is extremely dazzling.

Each of the interrogating agents had a steaming cup of coffee on display.

"Police... Officer..."

"What the hell did I do?"

"Can... give me another dress?"

Jiang Nan asked tremblingly.

Fortunately, the selected agents all understand Chinese.

"Looks like you're still not cold enough!"

"It's this time and I'm still pretending to be confused!"

"Let me remind you of one thing first!"

"What happened to the 16 counterfeit banknotes you bought the property, and the remaining nearly 9 counterfeit banknotes!"

A fat detective asked sharply as he slapped the table.

"Counterfeit money?"

"You say my money is counterfeit!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Jiang Nan's reaction when he heard this was even more violent than that of the detective!

"No, that's not right!"

"I went to your shopping mall and I spent more than 800!"

"If it's counterfeit, why can't your shopping malls find out?"

At this moment, Jiang Nan forgot the coldness and shame on her body. If the money was counterfeit, it would be much more embarrassing than it is now.

"Cunning Xia country woman, really good at acting!"

A bearded detective stood up impatiently.

Under Jiang Nan's slightly fearful gaze, he walked up to her.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Two consecutive slaps that spared no effort sounded on her face, and Jiang Nan's cheeks suddenly swelled up.

"Do you remember now?"

"Stop acting with us here!"

"We don't wrong a good man without good evidence!"

The bearded inspector looked down at Jiang Nan.

"What are you talking about? I... really don't know."

Jiang Nan said with tears, along with nosebleeds from a broken nasal cavity, but no one felt sorry for her.

"It seems that you really don't cry until you see the coffin."

"You didn't expect the apartment where your counterfeit money is stored to be monitored by us?"

"Almost all counterfeit banknotes have been transported from this room."

"You have been under our surveillance from the very beginning of your stay, which is why I am sitting here to interrogate you now!"

"You guys are really crazy!"

"He actually tried to use counterfeit banknotes to buy real estate!"

"Stupid yellow-skinned monkey!"

The leading detective seems to be a racist, telling the story while making no secret of his hostility towards Jiang Nan.

Of course, he should have his personal emotions too.

Because since 1966, a large number of counterfeit banknotes have entered the country from the border of Mexico, destroying the economy of the beautiful country.

As the person in charge of the counterfeit banknote project in Niuyue City, he could have made his way through this case.

As a result, counterfeit banknotes have been raging for 12 years, unscrupulously encroaching on the normal life of beautiful people.

In the past 12 years, not only has he made no progress, he has never seen a penny bonus, and he is even held accountable once a year.

It can be said that he is the stupid person in comparison.

"Police officer, I really don't know about counterfeit money."

"I am willing to cooperate. I am so cold and hungry."

"Those counterfeit banknotes are the boat I made when I was fleeing, and the captain on it bought us the antiques in our hands."

"If there are really counterfeit banknotes, they must belong to them. I'm just a little girl who came to seek refuge in the beautiful country, police officer!"

Jiang Nan tried her best to clear herself of the suspicion.

But the lead detective frowned.

On the surface, it seemed that Jiang Nan was emotionally broken now, but based on his interrogation experience, what the prisoner said at this time was the truth.

unless…

This person has been professionally trained to fake even the emotions on his face.

Now there is sufficient evidence to prove that the two people are the leaders of the counterfeit banknote group.

But this woman weaves the lies seamlessly.

I heard that the other group that was interrogating the younger man was similarly deadlocked.

But who am I, I'm Iron Detective.

Iron-Blooded Inspector knocked on the table with his hands while listening to Jiang Nan's "weaving" escape story.

"...After getting off the boat, we brought 25 US dollars to Niuyue. To be honest, we were surprised to get off the boat, and then we moved into that villa under the guidance of Mr. Jiang."

"If there is really someone who is the head of a counterfeit banknote group, it must be that Mr. Jiang, police officer."

Jiang Nan sniveled and cried with tears.

At this time, someone knocked on the door and delivered a report.

The Jagged Detective took a look.

He asked, "Oh? Then describe Mr. Jiang's appearance and height."

"Mr. Jiang, um...he is very tall, he should be 1 meters tall. He is not fat, but he is very well-proportioned. He has a square face, and he looks a bit calm and prestige."

Jiang Nan simply described.

"Oh? But when our people met with the agent who hired John, the agent said that the Mr. Jiang they saw was only 1 meters tall and thin, with dark circles under his eyes, and a very weak face It looks like a slightly pointed oriental face!"

"Such an appearance is obviously the Liu Han who was interrogated with you!"

"You are still weaving lies!"

The sheriff slapped the table again!