One hour!

During this hour, Moro was restless and suffered from inner suffering. He wanted to call Shao Weihua, but since he took Hua Qingyi away, the man seemed to have disappeared without any information. The mysterious man in black also disappeared, withdrawing the power of guarding the evil city. He did not need many people to stay there for an empty city, and he was not right and said gossiping to people.

"Director! Director Moro, don't you answer the phone?" Secretary Vana opened the door and saw Moro standing at the window and ignoring, while the phone ring kept ringing. She thought there was no one in the office. "I thought you were not in the office."

"I understand, you go out first." Moro locked the door before answering the phone. "I'm Moro!"

"Can an hour of thinking bring you any good advice? Director Moro!" It was still the person just now.

"Sir, I must at least know who I am talking to and who I am working with!"

"Haha!" A faint laugh came from the head of the phone. "It seems that our dear director did not realize the seriousness of the problem. I really hope to answer my answer the moment you answered the phone, and not ask me so many questions!"

"Oh, no, wait, wait..." The answer to Moro was only a long beep, and the other party did not give him any chance to speak! He fell on the chair and was so panicked that he didn't even know where to put his hands!

The knock on the door suddenly rang, and Secretary Vana walked in. "Is there anything wrong?"

"Someone just released Hua Qingyi!"

"What? How can you release people without my order?" Moro jumped up as soon as he heard this. "Hey, where are the people now?"

"Director, what's wrong with you? Then Mr. Hua has been more than twenty-four hours of detention. If we have to release the person without substantial evidence, Mr. Shao brought his lawyer to go through the procedures, and we have no right to detain the other party. If we don't release the person now, we will be complained that you have detained the gentleman for eighty hours privately, which is equivalent to a lynching."

"I know the legal terms of Vana better than you!" Moro shouted impatiently. "If there is nothing else, go out!"

"Oh, yes, sir, but two gentlemen want to see you, should they come in?" Vana is no longer surprised by Moro's strange temper. Most of the older people suffer from menopause syndrome, irritable and irritable, and repeated.

"Who? I don't have a visitor today!"

"They claim to be people from the office, but they didn't say anything."

"So quickly?" Moro's words made Vana look puzzled. "Let them come in."

After Vana went out, two men in suits came in. "Officer Moro Jing?"

"Yes, who are you?"

“cia!”

Morro grew up and he didn't understand the situation. Then Cancan laughed. "Sir, don't joke, two gentlemen. This is the Jing Bureau of Palermo. I can arrest you at any time for you to threaten the chief for stealing others."

One of the men sneered, took out the ID and placed it in front of Moro. "We will record the words just now." As he said that, he shook the pen in his hand, a real pen with a micro recording function.

"You are the one who just now..." Moro still closed his mouth quite consciously. In the face of no real evidence, his words would be a suspicion that was recorded. "What's wrong with Cia's people looking for me? This is Sicily, not the US Intelligence Agency."

"Does Mr. Moro know a Chinese man named Shao Weihua?"

"Oh, no, I don't know this person, is there anything wrong?"

"So can you identify who the character in this photo is?" said another man, taking an enlarged photo from his briefcase.

"How come you have this?" The person in the photo was himself, and the other person was the man in black.

"Please answer our question, do you know the characters in the photo?"

"One of them is me, the other is..." Moro was stubborn for a long time but couldn't say a word.

"This man is called Magician, and he is one of the members of the Killer Organization in China. The boss behind him is Shao Weihua." The man said here and smiled. "Please come back with us to assist in the investigation."

"Wait a minute, you have no evidence to catch me back!" Moro began to protest loudly but found that his voice was likely to be heard outside, so he lowered it. "You can't catch me."

"As a law enforcement officer colluding with criminals to create a series of terrorist incidents, are these enough to arrest you?"

"No, you have no evidence!" Moro shrank his shoulders in fear. "I want to see that person, I agree to everything!"

"It's too late!"

"Okay, don't play anymore." Another man said in a deep voice. "Director Moro, please go back with us to assist in the investigation."

"I……"

"Now it's aiding the investigation. If you refuse to cooperate, hehe......"

"I got it, let me wear a coat and follow you."

Vana sat at the door and saw Moro and the two of them just now coming out of the inside. She stood up. "Does the director want to go out?"

"Yes! Take the afternoon meeting for me, thank you!"

I believe that it won't take long to spread the exaggerated rumors throughout the Jing Bureau. Moro thought bleakly that his secretary was the best intelligence officer.

At the back door of the Jing Bureau, a BMW slowly drove out of the street and headed towards a twenty-five-story hotel. The people sitting in the car had no time to watch the scenery along the way. Moro didn't know what his fate would be like in the future. He felt like a monkey with his tail being pulled by someone, trying to make a squeaking sound, but he was afraid that they would block his mouth and make him unable to speak afterwards.

cia! US zhong yāng Intelligence Agency! What Moro couldn't understand was what this had to do with him and what it had to do with Shao Weihua, but none of these matters was that he had realized that he had stepped into a vortex and was trapped in a dispute between the two factions.
Chapter completed!